The legendary three-headed Dragon belonging to Viserys lay quietly on the ground, her three beautiful yet fearsome heads lowered and overlapping.
She did not move. In the dim, overcast light, her golden scales took on a deep, muted gold that almost blended into the courtyard. Combined with her stillness, so perfectly in harmony with her surroundings, it was little wonder Robb had failed to notice her at all.
He had no idea when King Ghidorah had arrived so silently. Had it been before he and Viserys emerged from the Crypt? Or during a pause as he reported his arrangements to Viserys? How had such an enormous creature managed to escape his notice entirely?
The only explanation was that she had arrived much earlier than he imagined. Perhaps she had already been here while he and Viserys were still underground, confronting that terrifying Female Other.
What sent an inexplicable chill through Robb was King Ghidorah's current state. She appeared to be dozing, but his gaze remained fixed on the eyelids of her three heads.
Beneath those lids, covered in fine scales, he could vaguely make out that the three pairs of golden, slit-pupiled eyes were not entirely still. They were moving ever so slowly.
It was a feigned sleep, poised to strike. At the slightest disturbance, or a single thought from her rider, those three pairs of eyes seemed ready to snap open and unleash a powerful blast of breath.
A mixture of awe and intense curiosity gripped Robb's heart. He opened his mouth, his throat tightening. Reason told him that it would be best to remain silent, especially when Viserys so clearly had no desire to talk.
Several times, he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue. In the end, his desire to explore the unknown-or rather, to