Dance of The Dragonwolf

Dragons and Snakes

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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), Chapter 62 (Between Lives and Deaths), and Chapter 63 (Fire Beneath the Faith) are  already available for Patrons.

"You say it's here? I don't see a damn thing! Where is the bloody island? We need to rest!" Jacob shouted over the rain. He could feel the water droplets on his face; he felt like he was drowning.

"I have been here before with Lord Corlys. LastRest should be here." another man shouted, using his hand to cover his face as much as it could from the heavy rains; the waves slammed against the ship, and they ran their arms around the wooden railings around the deck; one could easily fall off this fucking ship.

"He can suck my balls. I don't see shit. We are chasing ghosts here." Another said miserably, trying to light up the torches that hovered all over the deck, but the rain would snuff out the flames every time he tried.

"Watch your tongue lad, Lord Corlys doesn't take kindly to insults." Another one said, his voice raising over a bolt of lightning in the distance.

"Where is Lord Daeron?" Another asked amidst the heavy rain.

"In his chambers, he was busy with that whore of his." Another said as he grabbed the rope and started pulling it along with five other men.

"I thought Lord Corlys would be the one in this expedition, not his bloody nephew." A large man shouted as they tied the rope around the wooden railings of the deck.

"The Crabfeeder attacked another ship, stole everything they could, and left the sailors to the crabs," one said as they all looked up at the sky in delight. The sun was far from rising again, but the rain showed mercy for them. His clothes and boots felt soaked, and he felt miserable, but the rain was finally calming down.

"Then why are we sailing to the Free Cities? I thought Lord Corlys would kill anyone who dared to touch his stuff, his wife, she has a Dragon. Just have her burn that Crabfeeder, or better yet, feed him to his dear crabs." Another said as he sharpened the knife he was holding in his hands.

"Because a Dragon cannot fly forever." They all turned to see Lord Daeron walking towards them.

Unlike the rest of the crew, who were wearing rags and a few plates of armor on their shoulders and chests, Lord Daeron, the son of Vaemond Velayron, stuck out like a sore thumb among them. He was wearing rich clothes. One would think he was about to dance with his own sailors.

Jacob almost scoffed at the sight of his; at least his father was smart enough to wear accordingly, unlike his son, who had locked himself in his chamber since the journey started and done nothing but stay with his whore.

"How long before we reach the free cities?" Lord Daeron demanded, looking at them as if they were his soldiers.

"This heavy rain has delayed our arrival, my Lord. We cannot know for sure, but this storm will continue for at least a few more hours. I think it should take two weeks." Jacob informed him as he stepped forward.