In fact, they could have had Daenerys fly above King Ghidorah and jump straight down onto him. That would have saved time, and quite a few members of House Targaryen had done it before. Daenerys herself had initially planned to do just that.
But Viserys still refused to let her take even the slightest risk. To be honest, even he was rather afraid to jump. One mistake, and there would be no saving her. Only now did Viserys realize what he had overlooked.
It was the curse of madness that had always lain buried in Daenerys's blood. Since she had not endured the suffering she experienced in the original story, it had remained dormant.
But if things continued this way, some unexpected event would eventually trigger it, dragging her-and even House Targaryen, which had only just begun to recover-into a mire from which there would be no return.
Viserys tightened his grip on the two small, fair hands reaching around from behind him. He had watched this child grow up. Counting the memories of his previous life, he had known her for a very long time. How could he let that bloodline curse destroy Daenerys?
It seemed he would have to devote some of his attention to studying blood magic next. The research into the blood magic of the Valyrian Dragonlord families that he had obtained from the ruins of the Valyrian Peninsula might contain relevant records.
It had been a long time since Daenerys had traveled alone with Viserys like this. Throughout the journey, she was as excited as a child with a new toy, chattering nonstop.
She asked whether Highgarden's rose gardens were really as large as the rumors claimed, whether golden roses were prettier than the blue roses Margaery had planted in the Red Keep's garden, and