Chapter 24.4- The Seadragon's Roar

XXXXX- ICARUS JORDAYNE

“You know, part of me expected this” He said to the Dragonrider as he came to a stop right in front of his ship just as he had all those weeks ago, The difference now was that instead of confronting him alone, the dragon rider had come with an escort of ships.

“I don’t see why you shouldn’t have” Laenor Velaryon replied atop his grey dragon who snorted at their words like it could somehow understand what they were saying.

“So has House Velaryon become little more than pirates now? I told you the last time that we went to Tyrosh to trade. So what is the meaning of this accostment” he said.

“Sure. And I’m sure that when we ask to see your cargo hold, we’d find it full with laces and silks” The Velaryon said with a scoff.

“You would” He assured. He’d been sure to do that much at least to see that his excuse would hold true to investigation. He had even been sure to fill his hold with some of the Myrish wine that theMagisters had so graciously offered. It was almost as good as the noble Dornish red hat Icarus enjoyed on a normal day, and starved as he was for good options, he had accepted it with open hands and a wide smile.

“Of course. But you wouldn’t mind disembarking so I can ask you a few questions then. Just you would be fine. You can leave your crew behind here.”

“And if I saw no? Would you burn me, Velaryon?” He asked with bravado and audacity he did not quite feel. It was hard to be bold in face of a dragon, but easy enough to feign it for a man that had spent the most of his life lying for one reason or the other.

“No. Instead, my men would board your ships, slaughter your crew to the man and then clasp you in chains. Yu’d still be mine either way. The only difference is that one way you come of your own volition and the other, I seize you into my custody.”

“I see. Then I guess I would say, let’s get it over with” He said, stepping forward.

“Icarus, no” He heard his brother’s voice, turning and pinning him with a sharp look. This was not the time or place for such silly affections. There was only one way out of this— for him to play along with whatever the Velaryon boy wanted. He didn’t seem as mercurial as his Targaryen ancestors so Icarus hoped there was some way he could talk his way out of this without finding out how dragon fire felt on his skin. There were many other mysteries Icarus would rather find the answers to in his last moments than that particular one.