"Dragonfire, Vermithor!"
Under Danyla's guidance, four-year-old Jacaerys finally succeeded in establishing a mental bond with the dragon who had hatched alongside him, Vermithor.
At his command, the young green dragon, already more than six meters long, excitedly breathed dragonfire over the marinated lamb on the roasting rack.
Ishys's young dragon Iceflame and Viserys's young dragon Vhagar pounced the instant Vermithor's flames died out, dividing the fat sheep between them. With the advantage of her eight-meter-plus body, Ishys's ice-blue dragon Iceflame tore away more than half of it in one bite.
Vermithor was furious and roared indignantly at his two companions. But Iceflame and Vhagar ignored him, swallowing their stolen lamb in a few mouthfuls. Vhagar even let out a satisfied burp.
"Hiss, hiss~"
Vermithor was so angry that he nearly lashed out, but Jacaerys soothed him. He then directed him to breathe dragonfire again and roast another fat sheep.
The Dragonkeepers had prepared more than a dozen fat sheep for the young dragons in the godswood, enough for all of them to eat their fill.
"The children of House Targaryen are becoming dragonriders younger and younger. Back when we first rode dragons at seven, it was already considered a miracle for our house."
Holding Lucerys, Rhaenyra gazed fondly at the little ones around her and remarked to Danyla,
"Now they can all do it at four or five!"
Danyla tirelessly twirled a fan made from Firefeather Falcon feathers before Lucerys's eyes, its vivid colors holding the little boy's attention captive.
"The more capable the children are, the stronger House Targaryen will become, won't it?"
"I actually wish they would grow up faster and learn to stand on their own sooner. Then I could do the things I enjoy without worrying. Otherwise, I'm swept up in affairs of state every day,