"Her Highness put on such a grand spectacle. Does she intend to use Great Dragons for Funeral Rites from now on?"
Although Samwell had thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle Danyla had arranged, he could not understand it and grumbled to Medrick beside him.
"It saves money on firewood, sure, but with Great Dragons and priests chanting prayers, wouldn't it cost even more?!"
"Can you work out what Her Highness is really planning?"
Medrick shook his head in disagreement.
"How could we presume to fathom Her Highness's intentions?"
"But a Funeral Rite on this scale certainly won't be something just anyone can enjoy!"
"Having even one Great Dragon attend an ordinary Funeral Rite would give the deceased's family something to be proud of. Besides, they get a silver coin."
"If rich people or nobles want something grander, they'll have to pay a price, won't they?!"
"The number of Great Dragons and priests can all be negotiated! Once Funeral Rites become an established tradition, anyone who wants a grand ceremony will have to pay a hefty sum!"
Medrick's words immediately enlightened Samwell.
"Hahaha! You really do understand Her Highness better. I knew it! Every move the princess makes has a deeper purpose."
Meanwhile, after chanting the Valyrian prayers several times with everyone else, Viserys actually felt as though some inexplicable new power had appeared within his body.
And the instant he finished chanting and commanded Vhagar to breathe dragonfire, he felt as though his bond with her had grown stronger.
Viserys found the sensation utterly intoxicating, but it also made him feel that his daughter Danyla was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
Could this be what makes a Dreamwalker so powerful?
Rhaenyra had been quite interested at first, but after spending several hours there for no apparent reason, she had grown impatient. So