Dance of The Dragonwolf

Revenge is a dish best served Cold

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Chapter 45 (Dragons and  Snakes), Chapter 46 ('You are not Loved'), Chapter 47 (Rhaenyra's Rage),  Chapter 48 (Spread your Wings), Chapter 49 (A Falling Dragon), Chapter  50 (Even Eyes Can Lie), Chapter 51 (A Crying Dragon), Chapter 52 (Tears  of a Dragon), Chapter 53 (I Wish We Had More Time), Chapter 54 (The  Bitter Harvest), Chapter 55 (Red Vipers, White Lies), Chapter 56 (Purple  Eyes, Dark Crown), Chapter 57 (Learning to Dance with Storms), Chapter  58 (A Sister's Oath), Chapter 59 (Flames of Grief), Chapter 60  (Blood of the Dragon, Heart of the Sun), Chapter 61 (Lust and Dragons), and Chapter 62 (Between Lives and Deaths) are already available for  Patrons.

' "Miche!" A voice screamed; he gasped, opening his eyes wide, only for a torrent of water to be splashed on his face. The water ran down his face, and the cold made him shudder; it wasn't even warm water.

"What the hell! Who dares throw water to me? You son of a bitch, I hope you are ready—" He gasped upon seeing Prince Aenar holding an empty bucket, and behind him were two angry-looking Kingsguards.

"Usually I would say good morrow, Miche, but it's still afternoon, so good afternoon." The Prince said humorously as he handed the empty bucket to the little boy. His name was Jatan, if Miche remembered correctly.

Miche felt cold, wet, and bitter as he glared up at the Prince. "What the hell do you want? You better have a good reason to splash me—" "Watch your tongue, or I will cut it for you."

"No need Ser Criston. Miche just had a bad day. How about about a slice of your favorite pie for an apology." The Prince said with his charming smile, walking up to him and extending his hand towards him.

Miche groaned as he rubbed his face with his palm, trying to get rid of the water still on it. Thankfully, his helper quickly handed him a big towel. "Thanks, Jatan." He said right away as he cleaned his face and his hair. The water still clenched into the rags he called clothes and leaked inside his ears. That's good, he thought, knowing the cockroaches inside would never survive the water.

"My name is Heli. Good ser."

"Who cares? Your mother didn't care when she gave you that ugly name, and neither should I." Miche complained out loud as he accepted the Prince's hand and stood up on his feet, the water dripping from his body into the wooden planks below. He was sure the boy rolled his eyes before walking away like the good little helper that he was.

"Come, I need your help with the supplies," the Prince said as he walked past the Kingsguards. The two knights wearing shining armor gave him weird looks, getting Miche a little annoyed, especially the young one with dark hair like a girl. Children these days have no respect.

"What? You want to suck my cock is that it. You should do it now that it's clean." Miche said with a puff of his chest, pointing down at his pants; the two Kingsguards looked like they wanted to beat him up but allowed him to walk past them.

"Make one wrong move and I will cut your balls off, and make you eat them." The young one said behind him as he followed the Prince towards the inn across the street.

"Hmm, they are quite pretty to look at, they are my biggest treasure. Do you want to take a look? You should try them too. Maybe after the pie you can come into my house, and—" He was interrupted when the boy placed his hand on his shoulder with enough strength for his legs to wince in pain, and the boy gave him a glare. Miche was sure the boy would cut him in two.