The Rise of Daenerys Targaryen

chapter 6

There has not been any known sighting of the princess' Dragon in more than a fortnight," Tywin informed the king when he had asked. "The last person who saw the dragon was the shepherd who had his Livestock Burn to death."

Charred sheep bones were the shepherd's proof that the dragon had burned seven of his flock. The crown had compensated the man handsomely after he swore before the Sept of Baelor that he was telling the truth. Tywin found the whole ordeal Ideal. Finally, he could get have the Princess dragons killed.

Before they got too big and powerful.

"You should send a letter to all the House of Westeros, You're grace. To see if any Lord has any tell of the dragon's whereabouts," Pycelle suggested.

Aerys narrowed his eyes, whether in thought or in rage, Tywin could not tell. Eventually, he gave a short nod of approval.

"Very well," Tywin agreed when he realized that the king would not speak. "I suggest that we equip each Great House with restraints and gear so they can bring the princess' Beast down ." Tywin suggestion to the king."

Yes, the king barked an unkind laugh that sounded insane to Tywin. The laughter lasted for longer than could be considered normal.

"I want nothing but that dragon's corpse returned to me. I want his bones to decorate the throne room, I also want the dragon in the pit, Slaughtered, I want all to know my power he said yes your Grace," Tywin said It will be done thinking this was over he was set to leave until that Spider that is Varys spoke.
your Grace said the Little whistle carefully, what Screamed the king "The smallfolk have taken to the dragons well, the princess too. They call her the Mother of Dragons and believe her to be some sort of savior said varys
"Which is why she must be crushed!" the king roared, slamming his fist onto the table.

Tywin had often heard him rage about Princess Daenerys and her three dragons and what a threat they posed to him. Princess Daenerys was barely a woman and her dragons weren't large enough yet to burn down a castle. The king could likely be dead by the time they were large enough to be a threat or so Tywin Taught but at rate, the dragons were growing the dragons would be
Lage a Enough to ride in 2 to 3 years and the black beast was growing even faster could be rideable in a 1 or 2 at most, that was something that had to be stopped.

Varys spoke again If I may, while I agree that the dragons could become an issue, having one of your own dragons killed makes a mockery of the great House Targaryen. You yourself are of dragon blood, my king, and to have a dragon bound to one of your house killed it would not inspire loyalty and fear in those who would wish to take your crown from you."
"I am a dragon!" Aerys declared, glaring at Varys

Warily, Lucerys Velaryon observed his king, wondering if it was safe to try to reason with him yet. Varys had sown the seed. All Lucerys Velaryonhad to do was help the flower grow

"A dragon you may be, Your Grace, but no mere mortal like you or I could inspire such fear in the people of Westeros as a dragon could." He treads on dangerous waters, but Aerys had made no move to threaten or roar at Varys yet, so the Master of Whispers continued. "Let the dragon live. Chain him up in the Dragonpit with his siblings and I will make sure that the girl's dragons never leave King's Landing

again. They will not fly or even leave their chains. They will grow weak and stunted, incapable of burning any city or even villages. The dragons will exist only to remind the world of the power of House Targaryen."

The old king beamed and straightened proudly in his seat, and that was how Varys knew he had won. He allowed a small, smug grin to graze his lips for a quick second before the king shattered his victory.

"Yes. Daenerys' dragons will be nothing if they are small and weak. The two dragons will remain in the Dragonpit for as long as I live, never to fly again."

"And Drogon, Your Grace?" Pycelle urged. "The black dragon?"
The king's eyes darkened, insanity seeping into them again. He laughed a cold, harsh laugh that sent chills down Aerys' bones. "I want him dead!"
Lucerys Velaryon sighed quietly. And what the king wanted, the king would have.