Rouge extinguished the Ironborn's last hope in less than an hour. The Oldtown garrison disarmed them outright, then locked them in a cage in the underground chambers.
Looking at the three captured Valyrian weapons before him, Rouge finally felt a little comfort.
House Drumm's Valyrian Sword, Red Rain, was said to have been taken from a knight by an ancestor of House Drumm using his wits and a wooden sword. Blood-red marks like raindrops dotted its smoke-black blade. Rumor had it that the more people it killed, the brighter those marks became.
Nightfall was Verehos's sword. Its blade was black as ink, with scattered rippling patterns, and its hilt was carved from sea dragon bone in the shape of a sea monster, inlaid with two strange stones, one black and one white. Holding the sword brought a bone-piercing chill that made one's skin crawl.
Falling Star, the pair of Valyrian warhammers captured from Gansor Goodbrother, was extremely heavy because two meteorites were encased inside them. Even a burly man like Rouge struggled somewhat to lift them.
Danyla's auction at the last Valyria Art House appraisal gathering had driven the price of Valyrian weapons to new heights. These three spoils were therefore enough to make up for Oldtown's losses.
But the two fallen great dragons...
At that thought, even Rouge, normally so decisive and ruthless, could not help feeling a pang of anguish.
How am I supposed to explain this to Her Highness?
Amoros's five hatchlings soon devoured nearly half a sea monster. But after being nourished by the golden energy, their stomachs seemed like bottomless pits, and they were still ravenous.
Amoros, meanwhile, was absorbed in caring for the two newborn hatchlings. After waiting and waiting for their mother to feed them, the six little ones flew out of the