Seven Dreams One Kingdom

48-Tyrion

Dusk was settling in the war room on Dragonstone. A flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the faces of those gathered. Daenerys cut a majestic figure at the head of the table. Resplendent in regal attire, of grey and burgundy, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of molten metal. Surrounding her were her closest remaining advisors. Sat beside her, to her right, was Tyrion Lannister, the Hand of the Queen. He was studying the map sprawled across the table with an intensity mirroring the gravity of the situation.

Tyrion found his fingers tapping on the polished wood. It was a subconscious manifestation of his growing impatience, a silent protest against the unanswered questions that hung in the air like a heavy mist. The missing dragons, gnawed at the edges of his thoughts. Lord Varys, who Tyrion suspected to have defected to the cause of Jon Snow in the North. Preparations for a siege on Kings Landing and more than likely some inevitable comment on Cersei and Tyrion's loyalty, which had become the norm in the meetings of late.

Drogon, the lone black dragon, soared outside the castle walls, his obsidian scales a stark contrast to the fading hues of sunset. His cries, echoing through the air, could be mistaken for loneliness. Yet, in Tyrion's understanding, dragons were creatures of solitude, finding solace in the vastness of the skies. As the room immersed itself in a disquieting hush, Daenerys' gaze lingered on the open window, where Drogon's silhouette danced against the dying light.

"You grace," Tyrion said, his voice cutting through the stillness. "The absence of Rhaegal and Viserion is most troubling. If you wish to use the dragons as a threat to my sister, who has weapons to kill dragons, Drogon may not be enough. We must find the other two. The people must believe you are in complete control of all three dragons."

Daenerys' gaze shifted from the window to the table, her eyes meeting Tyrion's with a blend of frustration and resolve. "We will find them, Tyrion. Dragons do not disappear into thin air without leaving traces."

Missandei, her voice steady, spoke up. "If the dragons wish to grow, as Drogon did, they are likely still in Old Valyria."

"I believe your spies confirmed they had flown to Valyria, Your Grace. Is that not still the case?" Tyrion asked.

Daenerys shook her head with a furrowed brow. "They left ten days ago. By their flight pattern, they would be back within four days. Witnesses reported them soaring north east. Where do you think they are going?" She gave Tyrion a pointed look.

Tyrion swallowed hard, a knot of worry forming in his stomach. "I know not how Jon Snow can command them across continents. Even if he possesses the blood of the first men and can influence the minds of beasts..."

"The First Men possessed the ability to control the minds of animals?" Daenerys' shocked expression turned stern, anger etching lines on her face. "Why was I not informed of this?"

"They're mere fanciful stories, Your Grace. Legends of skin-changers and green-seers. Nobody deemed the tales to be true," Tyrion said, panic rising within him.

"Nobody believed dragons would return, either. Nor did they think a man could rise from the dead. Yet, here I am, mother of three dragons, and Jon Snow lives. Both of us can attest to these truths, can we not?" Daenerys countered.

"Yes, Your Grace," Tyrion nodded, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

"Your Grace," Jorah interjected cautiously. "I grew up in the north, with tales of skin-changers, wargs, and green-seers. Northerners are more inclined to believe such stories." He cast Tyrion a look of disdain.

"What are wargs and green-seers, Ser Jorah?" Missandei inquired with genuine curiosity.

"A warg is one who peers through the eyes of a wolf or a hound. Whereas a skin-changer can delve into the minds of other creatures and command their actions. A green-seer is an individual who witnesses everything, delving even into the past. Some speculate they might glimpse the future as well," Jorah explained.