Dany nestled in Gendry's arms, while the three dragons tangled together as well. The largest and fiercest, the black dragon, picked a good spot, and the other two little dragons dared not challenge him.
"They have only just hatched," Qyburn said softly. "One swing of a longsword or an arakh would end their little lives. Many people will come to steal them, too. Dragon eggs are worth more than gold and jewels, and living dragons are priceless. There are only these three in the entire world, Your Highness, Princess. Anyone who saw them would covet them."
"They belong to Gendry and me. As long as we live, no one will take them from us," Dany said. They had come into the world through her faith and tragedy, through Gendry's courage and strength. Through her betrothed Gendry's battle, Khal Drogo's death, and the deaths of Viserys, his unborn son, and his wife, they had finally been born.
"They won't, Dany." Gendry tightened his grip on Daenerys's hand.
"For now, no word of what happened today is to leave this place," Gendry told everyone.
"Yes, Your Highness," the Unsullied, the handmaidens, and the others replied.
Man or woman, Gendry needed only to look into their eyes to know that they would submit to him forever, today, tomorrow, and always. It was not merely his prestige or the kindness he had shown them, but their wholehearted devotion.
Gendry trusted their loyalty, too, but some things could not be hidden.
After the Red Comet, the magic tide slowly began, and magic grew stronger. Some sorcerers would foresee the dragons' appearance and set out in search of Dragon-Seeking.
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