True Dragon Returns to the Nest

At this, Daenerys reached out and touched her skyward ponytail, the corners of her lips curling up. "Ser Lena, the former head of House Crabb went to seek funding."

"Oh, hehe." Lena still looked somewhat bewildered. To be honest, she still did not understand what they were laughing about. Then her little face flushed with embarrassment. Why did they all like playing with her imposing little ponytail? First it had been Amparo, and now Princess Daenerys too... She was not very tall; this was meant to add to her presence, not serve as a toy!

Lena's expressive face once again drew a clear, pleasant laugh from Daenerys.

At that moment, Steward Surana approached and deftly draped a blue cloak over Daenerys's shoulders.

"Thank you."

Daenerys smiled with her eyes. True Dragons feared neither blazing flames nor the bite of cold, but Gryn had privately warned her not to reveal her special nature unless necessary. It was a trump card that belonged to her alone.

Besides, she liked Lady Surana's attentiveness. Though the woman appeared stern and unsmiling on the surface, her concern showed in every detail.

Daenerys turned her gaze to the distance again and quietly admired the beauty of Quiet Isle for a while. A great cluster of buildings surrounding the towering monastery, terraced slopes, turning windmills, and waves crashing against the shore rocks, spraying blossoms of white foam—it looked like a carefully painted picture.

After a moment, she slowly withdrew her gaze and turned to Maester Al beside her. "Let's go back, Maester Al."

"At once." Maester Al hunched slightly as he trembled along after the princess.

The duke's study in the stern cabin.

The brief respite was over, and Daenerys resumed her lessons. She sat behind the desk once more, her gaze fixed on the open pages