"Hmph! Would you have won if Otheryon hadn't helped you?"
Although nine-year-old Seynella already looked like a young lady, she was still lively, restless, and hot-tempered. Even her Great Dragon, Moondancer, seemed to have picked up her temperament. Delicate as she looked, she dared to provoke anyone.
Unfortunately, she was all attitude and no ability, and the other young dragons often sent her fleeing with her tail between her legs.
Mortified by this, Seynella not only practiced her swordsmanship like mad but frequently rode Moondancer out to hunt over the Narrow Sea. She even claimed she had learned it all from her elder sister Danyla.
Just as the young Rhaenyra had once treated Danyla, Seynella found everything about Isilia irritating. The moment she saw her win, she immediately sneered, refusing to accept the result.
"All you can do is trail after Otherys and feed on his scraps!"
But Isilia had neither Danyla's maturity nor her good temper back then. Without a word, she scooped up a great lump of black mud from the riverbank and slapped it straight onto Seynella's head.
Before anyone could even react, she had already scrambled onto Tyrarion's back and fled.
"Isilia!"
Fuming, Seynella hurriedly summoned Moondancer and gave chase as fast as she could. She completely missed the look of disgust in Moondancer's eyes when the mud on her clothes smeared across her scales.
Watching the scene with her heavily pregnant belly, Rhaenyra could not help laughing.
"Thinking back on it now, I'm actually rather impressed with you. How did you put up with all my unreasonable behavior when we were little?"
Danyla rolled her eyes.
"So you finally realize how rude you were. Should I congratulate you on growing up, sister?"
"Oh, you're awful!"
Rhaenyra gave Danyla a hard thump on the shoulder.
"Ah,