Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 58 - Daenerys Targaryen.

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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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The white wings of the dragon stretched over the water as it soared above the sea, heading in the direction Jon had instructed.

They had already left the last traces of land behind, and now all Jon could see below the dragon was the endless expanse of ocean. The creature kept a good altitude, ensuring no ship would be able to claim it had seen a white dragon flying over the sea.

The dragon's movements had returned to their former grace, as they were before its freezing, and it was well-prepared to make the journey the Dragonborn demanded. It glided through the sunny day, though it clearly didn't enjoy the heat.

Jon sat on its back, savoring the sea breeze. Finally, he had left the North behind and entered a climate vastly different from the frozen lands he was used to. Although Winterfell was much warmer than the lands beyond the Wall, Jon still appreciated the change. For someone who had spent much of his life in colder climates, even Skyrim's similar weather, this was a welcome difference.

"I can feel your discomfort, girl... I understand, but you'll get used to it," Jon remarked, patting the ice dragon. It was somewhat uncomfortable to ride on its back without a saddle, but nothing Jon couldn't endure. At least Ghost, nestled against his chest, seemed the most comfortable of the three. The wolf's fur rippled in the wind as it half-closed its eyes, relaxed during their journey.

They traveled for hours until, eight hours later, they finally arrived at their destination. Jon guided the white dragon to land in a desert near a small city.

From the dragon's back, Jon spotted a group of people traveling through the desert. It seemed wise to approach them for information, as he had no idea where he was or the name of the nearby city, which didn't appear to be very large.

The group was a merchant caravan, returning from their journey when an enormous creature descended from the sky. Before they could fully react, the ground shook with the impact of the dragon's landing.

The horses were the first to react, panicking and throwing several men from their saddles. Skilled riders managed to control their mounts, but even they looked on in terror at the massive creature.

"I'd better approach them myself," Jon thought. Making the dragon move closer would likely cause them to flee in terror. So, he dismounted, still carrying Ghost, and walked toward the group.

Everyone stared at him in fear, even those inside the wagons, who peered out cautiously at the dragon behind him.

Jon stopped a safe distance away and raised his voice. "Does anyone here speak the common tongue?"

A young man hesitantly stepped forward. Jon quickly noticed he was a slave.

"I-I... My master wants to know if you intend to kill us..." the young man stammered, his voice trembling with fear. Even though the dragon remained at a distance, its presence was overwhelming.

"No," Jon replied, understanding their fear. Many people in Skyrim had reacted similarly to the return of dragons—though there, the dragons truly did aim to kill without bothering to talk first.

Jon continued, still looking at the frightened boy. "I need information. After that, I'll leave. I want to know where I am, and I need to get to Pentos."

The boy swallowed hard and pointed to a map he carried. His hands trembled as he opened it and showed Jon the region.

"We're here, sir... a few days from Pentos," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.