The king's pleasure boat slowly entered Dragonstone's harbor. The Cannibal's corpse still smoked on the nearby beach, surrounded by four giant dragons. Silverwing and the Red Queen angrily tore at its flesh, while Caraxes and Vomysor rested nearby.
Sunfyre cautiously tried to approach. Only after seeing that the Red Queen and Silverwing were focused on taking revenge upon the Cannibal's corpse, while Caraxes and Vomysor ignored it, did it dare land on a pile of rocks beside the dragons and bask comfortably in the sun.
"Haha, Dragonstone's scourge has finally been dealt with. Well done." Viserys laughed and briefly embraced Daemon before turning to Lonzell and Valar, who stood together nearby. "Cousin, thank you for your contributions to the realm. Cough."
Lonzell smiled and bowed to the king. "Dragonlord families should support one another. After all, only our two houses remain among the bloodlines capable of riding dragons."
The king smiled politely. Lonzell noticed that the middle-aged king had put on weight, and several joints had been cut from his fingers. It was said that wounds inflicted by the Iron Throne's blades had healed poorly, forcing them to be amputated.
Yet the king seemed unconcerned by such matters. Queen Alicent and her maid helped the heavily pregnant Helaena Targaryen down from the ship. Rhaenyra had prepared a special wheeled litter for them, its wheels wrapped in material that reduced jolting, with thick cushions laid inside. Though her relationship with Alicent and her sons was dreadful, she bore Helaena little ill will. Especially since she was a pregnant girl.
Several members of the king's Small Council had come as well. Ser Criston Cole, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, stood guard impassively at the king's side. Ser Tyland Lannister, master of ships, cautiously watched the dragons on the beach, while Lord Lyman