Chapter 38.1- The Seadragon's Roar
Added 2025-10-15 08:23:30 +0000 UTC“Prince Qoren, how good of you to make the long journey” were the first words the Dragonlord greeted them with as they disembarked their ship. He waited for them on the Island he had named Crete with his sister by one side, and armoured form by his other side, and their dragons not far behind them. The Bronze one, Vhagar, he tried not to stare at. He knew his history well enough. That had been the one to set fire to much of the castle he called home.
“Kill me and be done with it, you bastard” were the Prince’s own words in return. Since he’d woken up, the man had been surprisingly silent. He never even tried to negotiate for his freedom. But then again, the Prince of Dorne was a wise man. There was no way releasing him would lead to anything but their deaths, and there was no way they would sign their own death warrants, so he had remained silent.
“Kill you? Why the hell would I do that? We can negotiate, can we not? I felt the messengers were being a bit slow about things, so I took it into my own hands to secure your attendance. I hope the journey was not too uncomfortable” Yoren’s head snapped to his at the Dragonlord’s words. Icarus felt a small jolt of panic as well. That had not been the deal. That had not been the deal at all.
If Qoren survived this, they were dead men. And the Prince knew that. New life flowed to his bones and he near swelled even in the chains.
“Of course, of course. We can negotiate now” Qoren said.
Laenor Velaryon turned to his sister, and then the both of them burst into laughter.
“I told you he’d do anything to save his life. Ser Ben, if you would” He said, and the Knight walked forwards, hand on his blade. Icarus gestured for his men to step to the side. The Prince did not even manage to say a word in protest before his head hit the ground. The swing had been clean and so quick Icarus had barely been able to track it.
“Now, Lords Yronwood and Jordayne, let’s get to business.”
