Chapter 15.2- The Seadragon's Roar

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Mother and Laena were fighting. I’d seen it coming, but not for the first time this week, I felt lost as to what to do about the situation. I’d taken charge of the search for Seaspeaker, and to my annoyance, we were yet to find the man himself. Even worse, we were yet to get a consistent description of what the man even looked like. Some of his men said he had olive skin like the dornish and a lithe frame, others claimed that he was a dark skinned Qohorik prizefighter turned pirate that was the size of three men and could barrel through a wall when he ran at full speed. Both of these descriptions have come under torture and even more torturw as yielding nothing but more confusion.

I’d charged the gaoler with taking one of them at random each day that passed with Seaspeaker out of our custody nd executing them in front of the others. Even that hadn’t gotten anything concrete but it had only been two days since I started that policy, so it was a tad too early to decry the whole thing a failure. What was definitely a failure was trying to scout the island from above and finding him. The first was too thick and the rest of the place was dotted with shallower forests that were equally impossible to scout from above. I was close to saying fuck it and burning the forests regardless. The only issue with that was that there would be no head to present to Rhaenys in the end, and that was the whole point of tis damn thing.

“Are you ready?” The Maester asked, drawing me from my thoughts. I nodded. By my side, Rhaenys did the same. Laena was outside on another flight. Vhagar’s endurance had to be something otherworldly considering how hard Laena had been riding her lately. The Bronze Bitch seemed to be trying to offer my sister some comfort at least so I couldn’t hate the dragon for it.

“Yes.” I said, placing my hand on Rhaenys’ shoulder to keep her stable. She hadn’t cried. None of us had. Well, I could only speak for Rhaenys, Laena, and I. The extended. Velaryon family had found out we were going to wake him and so had shown up in their numbers. Vaemond, brother of Corlys, and his son Vaemond— yes, the psycho named his son directly after himself like the family tree wasn’t confusing enough, and his nephews Malentine and Rhogar (well they were my cousins as well but Laena had been the only one able to keep up with me when we were younger so I didnn;t know much about them and didn’t even care to know more).

“I’ll be waking him now” He said, and he took some salts out of his pocket. He opened them up and waved them under Father’s nose. The man inhaled deeply, eyes opening and watering almost instantly.

“Corlys” Rhaenys gasped, stepping closer.