Chapter 38.5- The Seadragon's Roar

Sunspear was a beautiful settlement from above. It was not a castle in truth, but I could see why it was called one. It was more like a small village encircled in walls than anything else. The three ringed walls were especially intimidating.. those would scare down many an invading force. Looking from above, I couldn’t imagine how I would take the settlement by anything less than an extremely prolonged siege. The only way to defeat those within would be to starve the out for sure.

Well, either that or have dragons. They had not answer to dragons. Igneel and I waited in the air for Laena on Vhagar to catch up while I made a decision. The shadow city was far from a city. Sure, it was better than anything the Stepstones had at present. But in truth, it was far from any proper city I’d seen. Driftmark put it to shame, and even though the Stormlands weren’t anything to write home about in most respects, they still had better cities.

That was the subject of my indecision. To destroy it or not to destroy it. Destroying the city would go towards sending an even stronger message than just destroying the castle and leaving it at that, but these people had done nothing to me. And looking at it now, I was certain that once Sunspear fell then these people would find somewhere else to live. It was too pitiful a place to survive without the castle propping it up. So would violence be the right choice in this situation. When the violence would lead to nothing useful.

But what if the castle dying led to the city expanding to become more. This was a crucial piece of Dorne’s geography. If I wanted to dissuade anyone from rebuilding Sunspear then the city had to go. Without the city to support them, any such endeavor would be even less likely to succeed. But then again, looking at the pitiful state of the city, it wasn’t like the city had all that much to offer to any ambitious Lords in that vain. Oh fuck it. There was enough blood on my hands already. Destroying this castle was going to add enough already. Let the city do what it would. It would never be a threat to me.

And if it ever became one, then it was a failing on my part to not become strong enough.

The sound of Vhagar’s wingbeats drew me back to the present. I turned around to my sister, silently asking her to follow with a wave of my hands.

She replied with a nod that I could barely see from the distance between us. Still, it was enough confirmation as Igneel and I dove. Ser Ben, previously silent, seemed to find his screaming voice again, trying to use it to deafen me.