After making the other arrangements, Viserys took King Ghidorah and Daenerys toward the presence that had remained in the same spot all along.
Daenerys offered another quiet reminder. "Brother, don't let Acmot make too much noise. Asha Greyjoy can stay underwater for so long that if she gets a chance to slip into those hidden channels beneath the reefs, we might not be able to find her again."
Viserys acknowledged her, but his tone remained calm. He did not turn around as he spoke, his gaze still fixed on the tent a short distance away.
"Don't worry, Dany. You have to trust me and King Ghidorah. If we still let this little sea monster escape with both of us here, we might as well take everyone and leave Westeros right now. We could hand the Iron Throne straight over to her."
The tent containing Asha's presence stood near the northern edge of the Ironborn camp, some distance from the bay.
Seen from above, the camp looked drab and gray amid the forest. Every tent flap was tightly closed, and when Viserys and the others looked over it from the air, they could see nothing else unusual.
The sea breeze blew in from the shore, but after passing through the forest, it did little more than make the tent fabric flutter gently a few times. Viserys swept the area around the camp with his mental power once more and detected no other movement.
He therefore had King Ghidorah land directly in the camp. As she descended, her enormous body brushed across the tops of several nearby trees.
When she finally landed in the center of the camp, the wind stirred by her wings threw open the flaps of several empty tents, revealing vacant bedrolls and scattered belongings inside. Some of the