True Dragon Enters the Nest 4

"Please, can we go home? Let's leave this place!"

"Home? You say you want to go home?"

"My dear sister, tell me, then—which home are we going back to? Our home was taken from us long ago!"

"Other than the Seven Kingdoms, where else do we have a home?"

Memories she had thought forgotten suddenly came flooding back. Daenerys's lower lip trembled uncontrollably. She quietly drew a breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.

"Targaryen! Targaryen! Targaryen!"

Clop, clop, clop...

Horses' hooves struck the sloping hill beneath the Red Keep, and her sight was filled with colorful lordly banners.

"Targaryen! Targaryen! Targaryen!"

My dear sister, I've considered it. Ten thousand men will be enough!

In farmsteads and villages throughout the Seven Kingdoms, men secretly yearn for the Targaryens, while women secretly sew three-headed dragon banners!

When my army appears on the lands of the Seven Kingdoms, the great nobles will rise one after another and follow their true king!

Toot—toot, toot—toot, toot-toot-toot-toot.

A slightly shrill court trumpet suddenly sounded, piercing the sky. The crowd fell silent at once.

"Welcome—"

"The Princess of Dragonstone—"

"Her Highness Daenerys of House Targaryen!"

As the announcement rang out, thousands bowed in Daenerys's direction. The sight was truly magnificent.

The Master of Household was the first to call out, "Welcome home, Your Highness!"

The people around him echoed in unison, their voices gathering into a roaring tide: "Welcome home!!!"

A smile played on Princess Daenerys's lips as she slowly swept her gaze around, then lightly nudged her horse's flank.

Clop, clop. The horse beneath her moved forward at a leisurely pace, its crisp hoofbeats especially clear in the quiet atmosphere.

At last, the horse stopped before the Small Council Members and great nobles led by the Lord Regent.

"Welcome home."

Gryn's gentle,