The skies over Blackwater Bay were clear today, and the warm sea breeze brushed against their faces, carrying a faint briny scent. Every time Danyla left King's Landing, she felt as though she were leaving its filth behind.
Dreamfyre's enormous body swept over the sea, stirring up wind and waves.
"Skree!"
Myracis's cry was as piercing and brazen as ever. At the moment, she was teasing Urrax as he chased her, as though she were leading a puppy around.
For a young dragon not even five meters long, Urrax was already quite fast. But how could he possibly catch Myracis, whose greatest strength was her speed?
Whenever Urrax came close to catching her, the sly Myracis would surge forward and fly far ahead. Still refusing to admit defeat, Urrax kept beating his wings desperately in pursuit.
They were young dragons, after all. All they wanted to do was play!
Danyla rather envied their carefree abandon. When she thought about it, her own body was only eleven years old, yet she spent her days scheming against those old men. It really was tiresome!
Little Balerion and Vhagar followed closely behind Dreamfyre like loyal guards. Grey Ghost skimmed just above the sea, searching for fish to hunt. It seemed that even with ample food in this life, Grey Ghost still had a particular fondness for the taste of sea fish.
"Your Highness, the fighting in the Riverlands is really heating up. Aren't we going over to join in?"
After hearing about the situation in the Riverlands from the guards at the Red Keep, the battle-hungry Maggie had immediately grown restless.
"I heard Earl Royce was shot dead by the wildlings of the Mountain Clans. But not one of those several thousand clansmen escaped back to the Mountains of the Moon. They were