True Dragon Enters the Nest

As time passed, the pale white at the edge of the sky gradually spread into a faint gold, slowly unfurling between the clouds.

The residents of King's Landing were still excitedly discussing the Targaryen princess. They were curious about her beauty and looked forward to the prosperity her arrival might bring to King's Landing.

Amid the surging crowds, King's Landing had fully awakened, eagerly awaiting the Targaryen princess's entrance into the city.

As the morning light grew ever more dazzling, the towering Gate of the Gods slowly gave a muffled groan. The heavy gates creaked as the gears turned, inch by inch drawing apart to either side.

Through the gap, golden sunlight poured in like a rushing tide, illuminating the dark passage within the gate as though heralding the coming of a new era.

Clip-clop, clip-clop. Duke Dick Crabb led seventy-seven knights in golden armor through the passage of the Gate of the Gods first, proclaiming the supreme honor of clearing the way for the princess.

Then—

The streets on both sides had long been packed with people. Under their eager gazes, Princess Daenerys Targaryen slowly appeared.

She wore black leather armor, with an exceedingly long black cloak embroidered with a red three-headed sigil fastened over her shoulders.

In the dazzling morning light, her silver hair and her white mare of high summer gleamed softly.

When her gentle violet eyes slowly swept over them, the crowd lining the streets, as if frozen in place, suddenly erupted into earth-shaking cheers.

"Oh—" The cry, filled with heartfelt awe, began at the front of the crowd and swiftly spread outward like a wave.

"Gods above, has the Maiden descended into the mortal world?!" The elderly woman's eyes were full of devotion. She pressed her hands together, then murmured toward the sky.

"Oh,