Now they watched four enormous creatures sweep overhead with their own eyes. Some stood openmouthed, unable to speak; some took two steps back; others remained rooted to the spot, their gazes following the dragons' shadows.
The once-boisterous market gradually fell silent, leaving only the low sound of dragons' wings beating the air, carried far and wide on the wind.
Some could not help ducking their heads, wanting to hide in the shops of white marble beside them, but their feet had barely moved half a step before they froze again. They hardly dared breathe.
After all, everyone in Westeros now knew that the Iron Islands had been utterly burned to ashes for provoking Dragonlord Viserys.
They feared that if these little movements drew His Majesty the Dragonlord's attention, or made him feel disrespected and angered him, dragonfire could burn them to nothing even if they hid in Highgarden's deepest cellars.
All of Highgarden City fell silent at that moment. These ordinary people had no idea why His Majesty the Dragonlord had come to Highgarden now, but all they could do was make themselves as inconspicuous as possible.
The sweet scent of roses in Highgarden mingled with the faint trace of sulfur newly carried on the wind, slowly spreading throughout the castle.
"Is that the legendary three-headed dragon the Targaryen Dragonlord brought back from the Narrow Sea? We've never seen anything like it in the history of Westeros." A baker could not help speaking as the dragons passed overhead and continued toward the highest point in Highgarden City.
Just then, a man who had been standing outside the bakery buying bread spoke to the owner and the people around him. "I'm a sailor aboard the merchant ship Wave Sea. I saw this three-headed dragon when I was in King's Landing before.