Casterly Rock's golden walls gleamed in the sunlight, like a golden palace out of myth. House Lannister had achieved this by mixing gold dust into a liquid and coating the entire castle and the surrounding mountainside with it.
Casterly Rock was a formidable fortress fashioned from an entire hollowed-out mountain mine over hundreds of years. Not only did it have a long history, but it was also one of the strongest fortresses in Westeros, never once taken by an attack from outside.
Danyla and the children sat on the great dragon Myracis's back, their silver-gold hair flying freely in the wind. Danyla's hair already reached her knees, and its sheer volume was enough to put anyone else to shame.
She looked down over the richest castle in Westeros, but her brow furrowed involuntarily. It was far too quiet below, and there were unusually few soldiers patrolling the walls.
"Mother, Ityla said Casterly Rock has two or three thousand guards stationed here. Why are there only a handful on the walls?!"
Even seven-year-old Ovanrion had noticed something was wrong with Casterly Rock. His purple eyes were already full of wariness.
"It seems the situation in Casterly Rock's mines is grim! They must have sent all the guards into the tunnels."
Danyla gently patted Myracis's neck, and the great dragon's piercing roar immediately rang out over all of Casterly Rock.
When Myracis slowly landed in the square before Casterly Rock's Main Keep, only Lann Lyon and a few of his personal guards came to greet them.
"Mother!"
Thirteen-year-old Lann Lyon had inherited both House Targaryen's exquisite beauty and House Lannister's tall stature. Despite his youth, he had already grown into a handsome young nobleman, and even Danyla had to tilt her head up a little to look at him.
Only after hugging