After Danyla branded the Palm Fire Seed into the weirwood on the Red Princess's Dragon Head, its signature maiden-shaped figure appeared. Strange pink runes also slowly emerged across the weirwood's pale trunk.
As the runes flickered, they gathered all the Red Princess's blood scattered throughout the canyon.
"Is that magic?!"
Seeing Danyla conjure a ball of flame so casually, Daemon felt his entire understanding of the world crumble.
"You... how can you do that?"
At the sight of Daemon's astonishment, Danyla casually made up an explanation.
"The Dragon Kings of Valyria wielded plenty of powerful fire magic themselves. As House Targaryen's Dreamwalker, I learned this in my dreams."
"You dismembered a hundred-meter Great Dragon with that tiny fire seed?!"
Though stunned by Danyla's fire magic, Daemon hardly believed any of the information she had offered.
Still, he knew that if Danyla refused to talk, no amount of questioning would get anything out of her, so he let the matter drop. Instead, he asked with eager anticipation,
"Then can I learn fire magic?"
Danyla looked Daemon up and down for a moment, then continued stringing him along.
"If you want to grasp fire magic, you could try presiding over Funeral Rites for a few years first. That might awaken the gift in your bloodline."
"Funeral Rites?!"
Though Daemon knew about the Funeral Rites Danyla so strongly advocated, he had never paid them much attention.
"Cremating people can actually have benefits like that?!"
At that, Danyla deliberately provoked him, looking him over as though he were an ignorant bumpkin.
"Don't tell me you still don't understand the true meaning of House Targaryen's words, Blood and Fire Share One Source?"
"Ah, Daemon! It seems you still have a very long road ahead of you if you want to learn fire magic!"
As they