Chapter 10.1- The Seadragon's Roar

Uncaring for who might be watching or what they might say, Corlys swept me into his arms the second I landed, holding my head between his right arm and his chest like it was an egg he was scared he would crack while seeming to be doing is best to shatter my ribs at the same time. I did my best to return the hug.

“Well done. That was very well done. Haven’t seen flying like that since your mother” He said, and that was high praise. Rhaenys was pretty much universally accepted as the best flyer of her generation. She was better in the air than even Daemon was. It showed in canon where she fought both Vhagar and that beast Sunfyre at the same time and managed to wound the latter so severely that he was pretty much out for the count in the war. Two against one with the two being battle eager adult dragons and she’d managed to take one with her— no small feast.

“Thank you father” I whispered into his chest before he let me go. I turned to the men that had ferried me here. Callum and Willam and gave them nods to thank them for their service before I followed Corlys as he walked forwards, towards something on the deck.

“Laenor, meet the one they call Lungpiercer” He said, gesturing towards the pirate that was clad in irons and forced to his knees on the deck. Borros was standing next to him looking smug as all hells. Probably his capture then. I would have to ask someone how he’d managed that hen it seemed that no actual combat would be taking place from what I had seen.

“Well met, Lungpiercer” I said walking towards the man. Instead of a civilized reply, he spat in my direction. His spit was shockingly well-aimed, splattering against my cheek before I could even think about dodging. I forced myself to remain still, not to react like I wanted. I left the spit there even as much as I wanted to scream and wipe it up before jumping into the shower for the next year. But these were sailors around me. I’d lose their respect and just be seen as another soft Lordling if I did so I left the spit there, instead walking forward and smashing my boot right into his face.

“Nice one” I heard Borros say with a chuckle as the Pirate’s head snapped back.