Chapter 38 - The Bastard Daughter of the Valyrian Freehold (I)
"The Sea Lord of Braavos is truly arrogant." Aenar Targaryen thought at the sight of the First Sword of Braavos.
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Free City of Braavos.
Bellegere Otherys remained indifferent to the screams of terror outside, the barge she was on was more opulent than any palace she could find.
The finest and most expensive silks in Myr, goose feather pillows, pearls scattered everywhere, gold and silver decorating the walls in beautiful and elegant detail.
There were cold drinks even on the hottest day and warm, cozy sheets at night, her bed as wide as a third of the ship itself. She was certainly treated like a worthy queen.
But the reason Bellegere didn't run away like everyone else was simple: not far from her boat, on one of Braavos' hundreds of islands, was a huge draconic head. Its red eyes, like hot coals, stared at her with a mixture of curiosity and disinterest.
As a descendant of House Targaryen, there were books that Aegon IV himself, the Undeserving, had left for her ancestor. So she knew all about the dragons she had dreamed of riding as a child. Eventually, she put those sweet, innocent dreams aside, thinking that dragons no longer existed.
But here she was, facing a giant crimson dragon!
"Black Pearl, shall we go far away?" Bellegere heard one of his servants ask, her voice trembling slightly as her body shook in a storm of cold winds.
Bellegere made her decision in an instant, looking at her servant and speaking in a sweet, gentle tone. "No, dock on the island. We received such a distinguished guest in Braavos."