"Ah~ grah~"
The Great Dragon Vhagar's deep, aged voice finally rang out above the Green Fork. The wind raised by his sky-blotting Dragon Wings scattered the clouds.
"Nngrah~"
The Red Queen Meleys lived up to her reputation as the fastest creature in Westeros. Every burst of speed left the other two Great Dragons far behind. On her back, Princess Rhaenys looked down at the burned villages along the Green Fork, her expression growing ever graver.
She guided Myracis lower and searched farther afield. She discovered that every village and several noble estates within a hundred kilometers had been caught in the devastation.
"Meleys, go!"
At the all-too-familiar traces of Dragonfire, the last flicker of hope in Princess Rhaenys's heart vanished. She took the lead and flew swiftly toward Riverrun.
Daemon rode Bloodworm Quicksilver, keeping pace with Vhagar. All the while, he scanned their surroundings as though searching for something.
In Riverrun, Borros finished his lunch and went to Laena's room, reeking of wine.
"Laena, how are you feeling?"
"I've brought back plenty of nourishing food lately. Hasn't your health improved at all?!"
Laena could not be bothered with him and gave no reply. She simply turned her back on him without a word.
Seeing this, Borros said nothing more. He clenched his fists bitterly, then turned and left in resignation.
"Heh heh, grah~"
Just then, a sound he loathed to his very bones rang out again. He jerked his head up toward the sky. Sure enough, an arrogant King Vulture was circling overhead, wheeling smugly as though mocking his helplessness.
"You damned beast! So you've finally shown yourself again?"
Borros spat out the curse and hurried toward the God of Darkness. Seeing him move, King Vulture immediately flapped his wings and flew downstream along the Green Fork.
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