The Crown Prince's Temporary Inner Circle

Golden Fields, Chay Yeon.

Splash, splash...

The Rhoyne River flowed from its upper reaches to its lower ones. Halfway along, shrouded in gray mist, stood a city in shadow.

It had once been the most prosperous and magnificent city of the Rhoynar, and the place where the Valyrians had sent three hundred dragons to fight a decisive battle.

After that great battle, Chay Yeon had been swallowed by the mist rising from the Rhoyne, leaving behind only Stone People infected with Grey Scale Disease.

Boom—

The sky was clear, and the sun shone brightly.

A colossal creature as black as charcoal flew over the mist. From its fearsome jaws poured endless Emerald Green Dragonflame.

"Careful, Cannibal."

Rhaegar frowned slightly and listened to the howls below.

They were the cries of the Stone People, even though they had long since lost their sense of pain and thought.

" Siga—"

Cannibal's green, slit-pupiled eyes were fierce as it swooped down, churning the dense mist. Emerald Green Dragonflame set a vast area of shadowed land ablaze.

Chay Yeon was a city on the water, built upon the Rhoynar's Mother River, the "Rhoyne River."

Ashen dragonflame drifted down, illuminating the entire land.

After surveying the place, Rhaegar casually patted the dragon's back. "That's enough, old friend."

"Siga—"

Cannibal's nostrils flared. It loathed the stench below and quickly flapped its black wings to fly away.

As though there were something filthy down there.

Before long, man and dragon returned to the shore of Dagger Lake.

" Sss... ga..."

Caraxes circled overhead, its serpentine crimson body twisting as it playfully sprayed great gouts of dragonflame from time to time.

Its neck was long, and its belly held an inexhaustible supply of fire.

Flying and breathing fire seemed to be its way of passing the time.