"They're dragons." One timid lord dropped to the ground on his backside.
More lords immediately craned their necks, eager to glimpse the miracle in the sky. A miracle that had vanished from Westeros for more than a hundred and fifty years.
Moments later, the lords' shock turned to ecstasy. This time, it was not merely a True Dragon returning home; actual dragons had returned as well.
Looking at those attentive, eager faces, Daenerys remembered her brother Viserys's face again: thin, haggard, filled with longing for a crown. That obsession had driven him mad.
Viserys had told her countless times that across the Narrow Sea, toward the sunset, lay a land of rolling green hills, flowering plains, and surging deep rivers. There, great blackstone towers rose among magnificent gray-blue peaks, and armored warriors marched to battle beneath bright banners held high. The Dothraki called it "Rhaesh Andali," meaning "the land of the Andals." In the Free Cities, people called it "Westeros" and "the Sunset Kingdoms." This was "our land," and it should belong to them forever. No one could steal from the True Dragons. True Dragons never forgot.
Brother, Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys has returned, Daenerys thought. But not as the restorer of our kingdom you hoped for, bringing blood, steel, and fire. True Dragons do not fear fire. True Dragons should fly free. I have my own path, promoting peace and prosperity in my own way.
Chapter 341: Women of the Court
The Dragon Horde grew somewhat impatient with these fussy greetings. The dragons flapped their wings, wanting to take to the sky, but even that had its order.
Balerion lashed his tail first. After receiving this bullying warning, the White Dragon Viserion could only take flight reluctantly, beating his creamy white (yellow) wings and circling above Gendry and Daenerys.
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