Chapter 30.6- The Seadragon's Roar

I closed my eyes and breathed in the air of the skies. The fresh air, untouched by humans. It smelt of the sea, almost paradoxically. The sky was darkened by what had to be rain clouds gathering. This was a pure realm in a lot of ways— this sky we flew through. Only birds and dragons could come here— well, and us.. A special privilege we shared with our mounts. I had no idea if the city would smell as bad as it was famed to by the time canon rolled around. I didn’t think it likely, considering there was a much smaller population here than there would be at that time, and we weren’t that far from Jaehaerys’ reign. He wouldn’t have ruled over a smelling city, I thought. So we dove down, reducing our altitude as we flew around the city in circles. This way we would not cause any alarm by suddenly appearing or anything like that. The city would have time to spot our dragons, and consequently the time to prepare for our arrival.

Vhagar let out a roar that shook me to my bones, reminding me that she was behind me and probably startling quite a few people in the city proper.. When we were just a bit above the red keep in altitude, Meleys let out a roar that served as our signal. Vhagar and Igneel were to wait in the air while she landed. Chances were that Meleys was going to be the only one allowed to roost in the Keep proper while the rest of us would keep our dragons in the pit. She landed in a massive courtyard, and I watched as she dismounted Meleys— so gracefully that she made it look like an art from. And then she stepped forwards while some messenger ran into the castle.

It took what felt like five minutes for Viserys to arrive. Through Igneel’s eyes, he was huffing and puffing, a light sheen on his forehead. He looked…Kingly was not the right word, but I could see why people had bent the knee to this man. When he had shied away from verbally facing me in Harrenhal, he had been a boy in truth. A man in body with the mannerisms of a boy. All that was gone now. The way he stepped into the courtyard and practically ferried Rhaenys into his arms despite her protests. The way he spoke over her, taking over the situation and giving orders in every which direction. It made it all the more jarring when Rhaenys’ words finally hit him. When he looked over to Caraxes in the air and noticed the lack of rider. When Meleys dropped her cargo on the floor and stepped back.

In that red and gold shroud lay his brother, and Viserys wasted no time in going to confirm. I almost looked away once he did. To see the way the grief cloaked him. It reduced and shrunk him. It turned him from a King into that boy from years passed, and it felt like the world itself was mourning with him. Clouds began to thicken, and before the hour was up, the skies of King’s Landing wept with her King.