Valyria.
On the training grounds of Dragonwing Castle, the roars of hatchling dragons mingled with the sounds of fire being unleashed. Viserys stood on a raised platform, commanding several hatchling dragons at once through his mental link as they carried out tactical drills. This had now become part of his daily routine.
Daenerys and the other two girls were there as well, training their dragons alongside Viserys.
Margaery sat beneath the colonnade at the edge of the training grounds, holding a handwritten book on the habits of Valyrian dragons without turning a single page. These days, she often helped Missandei record the dragons' habits as they grew for the princesses.
Her gaze swept over the creatures in the grounds, now large enough to be called enormous, before finally settling on Viserys. The Dragonlord's silver hair streamed in the wind, his purple eyes focused and commanding.
Since coming here, she had witnessed the Empire's strength grow at an astonishing pace every day. At the same time, she had come to understand ever more clearly how naive her earlier dream of becoming his "only queen" had been.
Just then, soft footsteps sounded behind her. Margaery turned and saw Kinvara quietly approach her side. The high priestess of the Temple of the Red God still wore her dark red robes, but her blue eyes were no longer as calm as before.
"Priestess Kinvara." Margaery inclined her head slightly and closed her book. She knew Kinvara must have something she wanted passed on to Viserys. That had been the pattern lately, and she was certain something had happened between them.
"Lady Margaery." Kinvara greeted her, then turned her gaze toward Viserys on the training grounds. "The flames granted me a new revelation last night," she said softly.
Margaery's interest stirred.
Ever since their conversation