Chapter 30.5- The Seadragon's Roar

“We can’t”

“Just as we can’t tell anything from Igneel and I. We’re basically the same age and spent all of that time being inseparable. If we wanted a way to check, we would have an adult bond a dragon and then watch how their personality changes afterwards” I said.

“So what you are saying is that we can’t find out”

“Not every question gets answered. That’s just how the world works sometimes, Sister” I said. She nodded and we turned to find that Caraxes had stopped sniffing the body and had taken a step back.

“Time” Mother called out. I moved towards Igneel, preparing to help Ben get onto the saddle.

“Wouldn’t it be better if he rode with me for such a long journey?” I heard Laena’s voice.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know if Igneel can deal with all that weight, I mean” She said.

I looked over at her before I turned back to my growling dragon. “Ignore her. She’s just trying to poke us so we agree to racing her there”

“No racing, Children” Mother’s voice rang out from where she was attaching a few things to Meleys’ saddle. I doubted she’d heard all I’d said. Her ears had probably just perked up at the word racing and that was it.

I climbed Igneel’s back, and then helped Ben do the same.

“Follow me and Meleys” She said, as if we hadn’t already agreed to do that. Still I nodded and I noticed Laena doing the same from Vhagar’s back.

XXXXXXXX-

We reached the Capital City of Westeros at what had to be close to midday. The sun was high in the sky, bathing everything below it with its scorching rays. I turned to the person behind me to see that he had just about begun nodding off to sleep again. I couldn’t blame him. While the first few minutes of the journey— particularly Igneel’s unique form of takeoff— had been exhilarating, we had very quickly began to do naught but maintain a steady altitude and speed.

Long journeys on dragon back were far from entertaining, I had learned. I’d probably have to look into getting some books or something specially bound so as to be able to withstand the winds so I could read instead of just spending the time thinking. That had been well enough for this time since there was a lot of thinking to be done. My introduction to the wider nobility of Westeros, this was going to be, and I had to make sure I’d thought things through best I could, and all that thinking had led me to come to a single conclusion— let Mother take the lead.

She was the one who these people already knew. And the risks of me doing something wrong and worsening my position was not worth whatever possible reputational gain there was in conducting my own affairs. Being the subject of a regency, no one would expect me to do all that much, so why take the risk of proving them wrong when I lost nothing by driving them wrong.