Chapter 12.3- The Seadragon's Roar
Added 2025-07-23 00:08:28 +0000 UTC“Laenor Velaryon” he shouted over the winds roaring in our ears. I looked at him— really looked at him. It was only my second time seeing Daemon Targaryen, and I found myself far from impressed. This was the man that was going to contribute at least a third of the factors that led to the eventual Targaryen downfall. His influence over Rhaenyra, his cantankerous personality, his temper. All things that could cost us in the future. It would be so easy now. With how close we were, and all the training I’d done with Igneel, there was no chance he’d manage to dodge it if we opened fire. The only issue would be the most definitely pissed dragon that was bigger than we were, and most definitely meaner. I abandoned the thought quickly enough.
“Daemon Targaryen” I returned his greeting, or at least what passed for one.
“That dragon of yours continues to grow quicker than it has any right to”
“Must be an effect of our bond. You know I was his first rider, aye?” I said, returning his subtle swipe with one of my own. He chuckled in lieu of replying.
“You can leave now” he said.
“My orders were to escort your fleet until you made landfall” I clarified.
“And does it seem that this fleet needs your protection? Especially with me here to defend her from whatever troubles her?” He asked, arms spread wide, referring to himself.
“Orders are orders”
“And now I have given you a new set of orders boy. See to it that you obey them” I bristled at his words. Who the hell was he to think that the could command me.
“Good thing I don’t get my orders from you then” I challenged, and I could see his smile sharpen at my reply.
