"Old Lu?" Daenerys hadn't yet resolved her doubts about Jorah when Drogon suddenly turned his attention to her. Could it be that she had done—or would do—something wrong in the past or future?
What should have been a meticulous analysis ended abruptly, each of them lost in their own thoughts, leaving the discussion unresolved.
As Drogon soared across the sea, he continued training the two young dragons. They had long grown accustomed to his methods, evolving from initially evading and feigning to later engaging in full-blown, bloody battles.
Their fights now went beyond simple biting and tearing. They clawed, swept with their tails, and hooked with their wings, often battling from the sky to the sea.
When the crew had free time, they gathered on deck to watch the three dragons fight. They were astonished by the young dragons' ferocity and combative nature, noting how they fought to the death, even using dragonfire.
Drogon had already tested the effects of dragonfire on dragons. Short bursts of flame caused only superficial burns, but prolonged exposure was unbearable. Moreover, the intensity of the fire increased with the dragons' growth. Yingong's flames were more frequent, longer-ranged, and hotter than the other two's.
While Drogon and the others fought with gusto, Daenerys and Jorah discussed their next move.
Daenerys advocated for going to Pentos, a place she knew well. With five large ships and the support of Governor Illyrio, she believed they could establish a foothold there and slowly build their power. Jorah, however, disagreed.
"Khaleesi, Governor Illyrio is ultimately a self-serving merchant. Though we have five ships now, our warriors are few. Going there would be like sending lambs to the wolves."
"I've heard the Unsullied in Slaver's Bay are rigorously trained and formidable warriors. It would be wise to purchase some Unsullied there before heading to Pentos."
"Are the Unsullied those guards I saw at the governor's mansion? They didn't look like they could fight at all," Daenerys said, her impression of them being very poor.
"Those were ordinary guards trained by slave masters—cheap and often cast-offs from the ranks of true Unsullied warriors."
"You know how fierce the Dothraki are on horseback. Can you imagine the Unsullied defeating Dothraki five times their number?"
"Impossible!" Daenerys immediately rejected Jorah's suggestion.
"Your Grace, you know their courage well. I've heard the Unsullied once held back five times their number of Dothraki in a relentless charge, armed only with spears and shields, until the Dothraki cut their braids and retreated."
"You have five large ships and full cargoes. If you sail them to Slaver's Bay, you could make a fortune. With that money, buying a thousand Unsullied would be no problem. Then you'd have the strength to go anywhere with confidence." Jorah pleaded with Daenerys, sparing no effort in his persuasion.
As Jorah spoke, Daenerys's heart stirred. Her greatest fear had always been her own weakness. Her only fighters were Jorah, the Bloodriders, and a dozen Dothraki Screamers.
The Battle of the Estate had shown the immense power of her dragons, which had slaughtered countless invaders. This only highlighted her lack of capable warriors. If the Unsullied were truly as formidable as Jorah claimed, she would no longer have to beg for help or face constant setbacks.
Thus, Daenerys ordered her small fleet to proceed at full speed, straight for Slaver's Bay.
***
Growing larger and stronger, with powerful wings, Drogon was no longer satisfied with circling the five ships at sea. He was also tired of eating grilled fish for days on end. The fresh meat on the ships barely fed Rhaegal and Viserion, let alone a voracious eater like him.
For the past few days, he had been hunting along the coast, enjoying the wild game of this sparsely populated world.
The only drawback was the absence of Ji Qi to prepare his meals. Though he had long grown accustomed to using his claws and wings, disemboweling prey was still a struggle. He couldn't stomach Rhaegal and Viserion's method of swallowing prey whole, making his meals deeply uncomfortable.
He flew ahead of the fleet, searching for food while also scouting the path ahead, hoping to spot storms or pirates in advance.
The crew mentioned rumors of giant sea monsters in some areas, but after days of searching, Drogon found none. Instead, he encountered an unlucky pirate ship. After carefully spitting a few mouthfuls of fire, he added another ship and a crew of sailors to the Dragon Mother's fleet.
Now he was flying anxiously. His stomach gnawed with hunger, yet no land was in sight. Had he flown in the wrong direction?
Experienced crew members had predicted they would reach Astapor by tomorrow, but after flying for over an hour without seeing any land, something was clearly wrong.
Instead of flying forward, Drogon shot straight upward, soaring to the frigid heights of the atmosphere. Looking ahead, he saw not only land but also a vast green sea stretching into the distance.
*Is that... the Great Grass Sea?* But he'd never heard Astapor was on the grasslands. *Did I really fly in the wrong direction?*
Then Drogon's eyes lit up. *The grasslands are perfect!* Fat sheep and tough horse meat—the thought made him forget all about being lost. Whether he'd misjudged his course or not, he'd just consider it a chance to familiarize himself with the terrain and get some exercise. *Food comes first.* With a powerful dive, he plummeted toward the green expanse.
Ten minutes later, as he drew closer to the land, an endless sea of green spread before him. The Dothraki Sea lived up to its name—the grasslands were truly vast. Drogon felt as if countless lambs were beckoning him to their slaughter.
As he swept over the lush vegetation, the fresh scent of grass filled his nostrils, a welcome relief from days of salty sea air.
He hadn't flown far when he spotted a large flock of sheep grazing leisurely in the distance. Just as he was preparing to snatch a couple for roasting, a familiar aroma of grilled meat drifted to him—a scent even better than Ji Qi's cooking.
Following the scent, he saw smoke rising from beside a row of tents to his right. Sure enough, someone was roasting meat.
The readily seasoned roasted meat was far superior to his own crude efforts. Drogon flapped his wings and soared to the right, but before he could reach the spit, the Dothraki roasting the meat spotted him and scattered in panic, shouting, "It's a giant bird! Run!"
As a dragon with a powerful legacy, Drogon had long mastered the Dothraki language. He relished watching their panicked flight, eager to dine undisturbed.
After scattering the meat roasters and the occupants of the tents, Drogon settled down to feast. In addition to large chunks of roasted meat, a half-sheep sizzled on the spit, dripping grease.
After devouring several mouthfuls of roasted meat, Drogon grabbed a nearby leather wineskin and took a swig of fermented mare's milk. It was tangy and sweet, though the strong, gamey aroma lingered.
The fleeing crowd ran a considerable distance before realizing the "giant bird" wasn't pursuing them. They finally stopped and turned to stare boldly at Drogon.
"Not a giant bird—it's a dragon! A true dragon!" The crowd erupted in gasps.
"The dragons have returned!" More people recognized Drogon's identity. They no longer cared about the lost roasted meat; instead, they marveled at the miracle of a dragon's rebirth.
The Dothraki had recorded dragons during the reign of Yingeng the First, but the creatures had vanished over a century ago. To think they would live to see one again!
-----------------------
Completed English PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish!
Guys, I've uploaded some High Quality english translated fanfic on my Patreon shop! Feel free to check it out-if you're interested, you can grab a copy and support me there.
Here are a few titles of recently uploaded fanfics:
New Addition:
" Game of Thrones: Reborn as Drogon, Mind-Read by the Dragon Queen "
" Game of Thrones: The True Dragon Descends "
" Game of Thrones The Glory of a Knight's "
" Game of Thrones: The Storm of the Stag "
" Game of Thrones: The Glory of the Seven Gods "
" Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother "
Your support means a lot-thanks in advance, legends!
many more are available.
patreon.com/EminentWriter
(End of Chapter)