THE HEALER PRINCE ( House of dragon reincarnation)(OC x Alicent)

Part 36

Chapter 36

GWAYNE HIGHTOWER

The third son of Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, stood on the shores of the capital as a massive ship docked at the Black Water Bay. Lord Strong from the council stood ahead with him to welcome the man who was aboard these ships. The Princess had wanted to come as well, but the tensions with the Gold Cloaks had forced the King to make the Princess stay in the castle as he and Lord Strong moved to the Bay to welcome back the Prince, accompanied by the castle guards along with a few Gold Cloaks led by Ser Harwin Strong.

"ROAR!" he broke out of his reverie as a massive dragon flew above them, basking them all in its shadow as it flapped its wings and began to circle the capital.

"The dragon has grown bigger," he commented, having last seen the beast in Braavos a few months back, and even then, the Grey Ghost seemed to be growing at a massive pace. Once, it had been the smallest of the dragons, being less than half the size of the Blood Wyrm, though now it had caught up.

The massive beast with its white-grey scales, white pristine skin, and blue eyes was still a marvel to look at. As the dragon circled around and made its way toward the clearing in front of them, he finally caught a glimpse of the person sitting on the saddle riding the massive beast.

The Guards moved back as the dragon descended towards the ground, blowing wind into their faces, forcing Gwayne to put up his arm to stop the dust from entering his eyes.

The dragon had also become more docile than the last time he had seen it. Perhaps it had been agitated by the state of its rider when he had last seen it. The ground shook as it landed into the clearing, its eyes narrowed toward them before a small whisper made the beast calm down.

"Gīda ilagon! Gīda ilagon!" ( Calm Down! Calm Down! )

Gwayne's proficiency in High Valyrian was lacking as he failed to understand what was being said. The words did calm down the dragon, who eased up as it lowered its head as a rather familiar figure jumped out of the saddle strapped to the Dragon's back.

Prince Aenys Targaryen smiled at him as he and Lord Strong moved forward with the basket of bread and salt to welcome the prince.

"The King sends his greetings to you upon your return, my prince. He has sent me here to welcome you to the capital," said Lord Strong as Prince Aenys gave the Master of Laws a nod and shook the man's hand. The Prince took a piece of bread and took a small bite of it for ceremonial purposes before finally turning to face him

"How are you, Ser Gwayne!" the Prince teased as the two of them gave each other a brief hug.

"Not yet, my Prince. But hopefully soon, especially with the tourney being set up in honor of your return," he replied with a chuckle, the Prince nodded as they separated, and the Prince looked back as a wooden step was lowered from the massive ship. A crowd had now gathered and were looking at the massive ship with awe, and why wouldn't they?

Gwayne had never seen a ship that size. The ship easily dwarfed the kingdom's largest ships and seemed to have been built out of iron wood.

The Prince began to move towards the ramp as a score of guards descended from the ramp as the prince quickly made his way to the top when a single figure appeared atop the wooden steps.

For some reason, the crowd of common folk broke out into a massive cheer as they saw the Prince slowly aid his lady wife down the steps.

"DRAGONSLAYER!" "DRAGONSLAYER!" "BLESSED HEALER!"

They chanted, and he didn't miss how a number of those chants were aimed at the beauty of his sister, who seemed rather awed by the spectacle. Their eyes met, and she gave him a small nod. Then, his eyes finally landed on the three servants slowly carrying a wooden crib behind her, and he frowned.