Then she bent her hind legs slightly and pushed hard against the ground, launching her enormous body into the air.
Viserys could clearly feel the wind rushing past him. King Ghidorah climbed swiftly, clearing the tops of the Red Keep's towers in just a few breaths.
Daenerys and her three dragons followed close behind. Acmot was the quickest to beat its wings and rise, while Viserion and Vermax took off on either side of it. The three dragons formed a loose triangle as they climbed after King Ghidorah.
As the dragons swept over the Red Keep, the gusts stirred by their wings shook the flagpoles atop the towers, setting two Targaryen banners, red dragons on black fields, snapping in the wind.
From above, King's Landing was slowly waking in the morning light. Workers were already unloading cargo at the wharves on Blackwater Bay outside the city, and a few fishing boats were slowly making their way out of the harbor toward the bay.
A thin veil of mist still shrouded most of the rooftops and streets. Only the spires of the Red Keep and the ruined Dragonpit on Rhaenys Hill stood out clearly through the haze.
In the distance, along the Kingsroad, pairs of carriages were making their way toward King's Landing, their heavy wheels rolling over the dry road and stirring up trails of pale yellow dust.
Sansa, Jeyne, and the others still stood on the Red Keep's walls, watching them disappear into the distance, while Ygritte pursed her lips beside Arya.
She muttered under her breath, "Viserys, that southern king, never takes me along wherever he goes. I'm supposed to be his attendant, after all. I want to see what it's like farther south, too. I really think the south is where I belong."
During her few days