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Chapter 40.3- The Seadragon's Roar

“No no, my lord. No need to apologise to this. This one is sorry if this one has displeased, my lord. This one—“

“Enough, Rhaenos. I have already said that you have done good jib and haven’t displeased me in any way.” I said, cutting him off.

And before he could return top ranting or whatever, I changed the subject.

“When can the shipyard be expected to produce full ships of its own instead go just completing ships from Driftmark?” I asked.

“With consistent wood inflows both from Dorne and Westeros, we can expect production to reach that level in a matter of nine to thirteen moons” he said. I nodded. That worked well enough.

“And the other project?”

“Still in the first phases. Getting the shipyard to a sustainable level of quality with the builders and everything has been our majot focus so far. I have considered a few options for achieving it but nothing concrete yet” He said. That was fine as well.

“All is in order, then” I said.

—xxxxx—

“That better not be what I think it is” Laeana said as she walked into my solar. I looked up from my rough drawings to look at her. She couldn’t even see what I was working on so I was curious about what she was on about now.

“And what do you think it is?” I asked.

“Yet another project” She said. Oka, that was a shockingly goos read. I looked down at the drawings. Well, in some ways it wasn’t really a new project. The city was part of the plan from the beginning after all.

“You’re wrong” I said.

She walked on over, hips swaying as she did so, and I felt my mouth dry up as she got closer and closer. Then she was leaning over the table right towards me. I braced myself for a kiss, but she stopped just short of my lips. Her lips in turn spread into a smile, and then she snatched her face back. With it was my journal.

“Hold on”

“Another city? Really Laenor? Of all the things you could work on right now”

“It’s not a new one. Bloodcity looks terrible. We need to have it done again.” I said.

“For the seventeenth and final time, Laenor, no one is going to call is Bloodcity.” She said first.

“So you say. The name will catch on. I just had to use it often enough.” I said.


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