The Age of Daenerys Targaryen

Part 70: Three words

"There you are, Jaqen", said Kinvara when the red-haired man with the white streak entered the garden in front of the house.

"Is the Empress well?", the Faceless Man wanted to know.

"Yes, thank the Lord. She is only slightly injured and Drogon will recover too."

Jaqen sat down on the bench next to the High Priestess. "Any idea who the attacker was?"

"Based on his size, skin and eye color, we suspect that he came from the isle of Leng. His weapons and equipment also suggest it. Records were also found with him. The Sealord is trying to find someone who understands the language and script of Leng."

"Interesting", said the assassin. "Since the fall of Old Valyria there have been rumors about dragons in Leng. It was never taken seriously."

"Because of Leng's self-isolation, it was possible to hide the dragons from the world", said Kinvara. "I wonder how they will react there to the fact that the secret is now out."

"How many dragons do you think there are in Leng? It could be a dozen or hundreds."

"Not exactly a comforting thought." The priestess looked askance at Jaqen. "What do your friends in the House of Black and White say about the fact that you now have a dragon?"

Jaqen was silent for a long time before answering. "They say my place is no longer with them."

Kinvara raised an eyebrow. "They kicked you out? Because of Daarion?"

"No. They say I am ... no longer no one."

Kinvara nodded. "That's what I thought."

The day after the fight, most of the debris from the buildings the red dragon fell into had already been cleared away. Forty-six people had died.

Samwell Tarly and some Braavosi scholars examined the dragon carcass. Scientists had not had such an opportunity in hundreds of years.

"You can't wait to dissect that thing", Tyrion said jokingly.

The fat grandmaester, who was examining the monster's head, nodded. "Tomorrow we will cut the object open to take a look at the internal organs. Since the negotiations are suspended as long as Daenerys is out of action, I have time. You know, Tyrion, that during the war I read every book on dragons I could get in order to find a way to fight Drogon. So I already know that this dragon is around fifty years old."

"So much older and bigger than Drogon", said the dwarf. "And yet Drogon won."

"Size is not everything."

"Who are you telling this."

There was a knock on the door and Tirina, one of Dany's maids, stuck her head into the room. "Your Majesty, Jon Snow is here."

"Let him in", said the Empress from her bed.

Jon entered the room and quietly closed the door behind him. "How are you, Dany?"

Daenerys smiled tiredly. "Actually quite good. I only got a few scratches." She pointed to the edge of the bed. "Take a seat."

Jon complied with the request. "And a concussion."

Dany rolled her eyes. "How Kinvara never tires of mentioning."

"She just cares about you."

"Yes, and sometimes she forgets that I am a grown woman. I'll keep the bed well." She sighed. "There were nearly fifty deaths when the dragon that attacked me and Drogon fell. No comparison to the rest of my blood guilt, but still I wonder if I couldn't have prevented it."