Chapter 9.3- The Seadragon's Roar

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Being in a rowboat in the midst of ships moving at their full speed was an experience that I was far from certain that I wanted to repeat. For one we already had two close calls where ships unable to see us had almost ploughed straight through us. It was only the quick thinking, and even quicker rowing of the two men with me that saved me from dying in probably the most ignoble way a Dragonlord had ever fallen.

“What are your names?” I asked the two men as they rowed with all their power, sending us hurtling though the sea.

“Milord?” The one to th left asked.

“What are your names?” I repeated the question with a smile.

“Our names, milord?”

“It’s My Lord, first of all. And secondly, yes. Your names.”

“The name’s Willem mil— My Lord, and this other one’s named Callum”

“Willem and Callum, then”

“Yes my Lord”

“And you know where we are going?” I asked.

“Yes my Lord” He replied again.

“Strange. I’ve never seen two men so eager to see a Dragon” I said with a smile.

“We used see the great dragon Igneel all the time my Lord”

“I see. You’re from Hull, then” I said, noticing their vaguely Valyrian look. Please Corlys no. Please no.

“Yes, milord.”

“Alright then. Keep us straight” I said to them, while giving them assessing looks. There was no guarantee they were Corlys’ bastards. In fact, it was pretty unlikely all things considered that they were his. For one, they would hardly be the only people with Valyrain looks in all of Driftmark. In fact, the Valyrian coloring was more common than the Westerosi one. It wasn’t as prevalent as it was on Dragonstone, but far from special. There was also the fact that they were older than I was. Easily in their early twenties. That would mean he’d have had to have had them even before marrying Rhaenys.

It would take a man of spectacular balls and audacity to father bastards while seeking the hand of a Targaryen Princess. Especially considering where Rhaenys had been in the line of succession at that point. No, this was all pointless to think about. Especially because I could see Igneel’s carrier ship now. Through my bond with him, I could feel his enthusiasm for what was about to happen. It would be our first time flying into battle together, and just as I could hardly wait, so could he.

Callum hailed the skeleton crew of Igneel’s carrier ship with a horn and we had a man with silver hair look over the deck and spot us. He turned to say something to another as the small folk men rowed us till e were next to the ship. A rope was dropped down to us. I tested it and found it sturdy, taking a deep breath before I began to climb. Thank the heavens for my commitment to exercise.