Early the next morning, the sun rose from the far end of the Narrow Sea. Wisps of mist hung over the azure water, as though someone had breathed warm air onto a smooth mirror.
Aegon glanced at the sea mist outside the tower window of the Whispers and immediately knew something was wrong-
Grey Ghost, who had curled up beneath Syrax's wing to doze the night before, was nowhere to be seen.
No one knew when the little silver-grey dragon had slipped away. Even Sunfyre, who had slept alongside him, had not noticed a thing.
Aegon had no choice but to mount his fine Dothraki horse again and follow the rugged coastal path back to the beach, where he gazed toward the little fishing village he had visited the night before.
Several shabby fishing boats were heading out through the morning mist to cast their nets. The lamps at their bows flickered in and out of sight, and their oars cut through the water, shattering the reflected glow of dawn.
His original plan, after learning about the harbor and the nearby coastline of the Prince's Demesne last night, had been to set out today to find Alyn, who was handling affairs on the peninsula for him, and hear his report-
After all, Alyn had hurried away yesterday after receiving word from a Wildling clan at the harbor, and had yet to return.
Now, however, he had to chase off a certain fish thief on the east coast first and teach him a proper lesson, to protect the livelihoods of the fishermen in his domain.
"Your Highness, I left that fisherman's family a gold dragon before I departed last night." Ser Lubert Celtigar approached quietly and reported in a low voice. He still wore the same dark blue leather armor today,