"And one more thing." Tywin paid no further attention to Kevan, who had fallen silent beside him. "Send men to keep a close eye on the maester in the city. Have him find a way to clean the river water. Whatever method he uses, the water must be made drinkable."
"Yes." Only then did Kevan begin to recover his senses. He accepted the order and withdrew.
After Kevan left, Tywin stood alone on the city wall, gazing at the distant Three-Headed Fire Dragon Banners.
"Viserys," he murmured, an unusual, cold gleam flashing in his green eyes.
Meanwhile, Viserys, who occupied Tywin's thoughts, stood with Rhaenys and Daenerys on the walls of the Red Keep, looking out over the quiet sea.
King Ghidorah lay in the square below him, her three heads resting across one another, her golden scales glittering in the sunlight. Her breathing was heavy, and each exhalation stirred a gust of hot wind that sent the banners on the walls snapping.
Blackflame circled above King's Landing with the other nine dragons, excluding Meleys and Acmot. His dark red eyes surveyed the city below, and his black scales gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
They flew high, but their shadows still fell across the streets of King's Landing.
The first to notice was a worker at the docks.
The man carrying cargo raised his head, intending to see what had blocked the sunlight overhead. Then he saw something he would never forget for the rest of his life. There were ten dragons in the sky.
In his shock, the wooden crate slipped from his hands and hit the ground, spilling spices everywhere, but he paid them no attention.
"Dragons..." The word seemed to squeeze out of his throat. "The sky is full of dragons."
Everyone on the docks looked up