Just days after the representatives of Volantis secretly departed for Braavos, a Pentoshi merchant ship laden with spices slipped away from the docks under cover of darkness.
Judging by its course, it was headed for the Valyrian Peninsula. Several unusual passengers were aboard, their dark red robes standing out in the blackness of the cabin.
Today, Dragonwing Castle received a party of visitors. They came from the Temple of the Red God in Volantis, a delegation of thirteen led personally by High Priest Kinvara. Their purpose was to spread the faith of the Lord of Light.
When they reached the platform before Dragonwing Castle's gates, a ripple disturbed the stillness in Kinvara's eyes. Behind her, the rigorously trained monks and priests, whose hearts should have remained calm, involuntarily leaned back slightly, as though something had shoved them.
King Ghidorah lay there, his three heads taking turns drawing deep, rumbling breaths, his golden scales reflecting a dazzling light beneath the sun.
Seeing a dragon for the first time, the followers of the Lord of Light were truly awed by its majesty-all the more so because this dragon had three heads.
After her brief shock, Kinvara quickly regained her composure.
She had not originally intended to come. The Temple of the Red God had initially chosen another High Priest to lead the delegation.
Yet on the night the list was finalized, while she sat in meditation before the holy fire, she received an unusually clear prophecy. The flames danced, revealing a scene to her.
In the vision, she sat at a long table beside the silver-haired, violet-eyed Viserys Targaryen. He looked more mature than when she had first seen him on the streets of Volantis, but also more weary. Many armored knights sat around the table, their faces clouded with worry.
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