Chapter 39 - The Bastard Daughter of the Valyrian Freehold (II)
"If you don't know how to handle it, fear will consume your mind, maybe even drive you mad. Like my grandfather, Aerys II Targaryen." Aenar Targaryen.
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As Aenar and Bellegere spoke, Caraxes opened his red eyes and raised his head, noticing the arrival of a small barge approaching where his brother was.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
A sharp, powerful roar came from his mouth as the dragon's eyes narrowed into a cold, fierce stare.
Bellegere was startled by the roar and almost jumped, drawing a laugh from Aenar.
"It's not very polite to laugh at a lady, my lord." Bellegere pursed his lips and spoke in a tone of dissatisfaction.
Aenar just smiled and looked at the barge that came closer and closer until it finally docked at the barge he was on.
Soon a man in black leather clothes, with medium-length brown hair and green eyes appeared in front of him, he didn't look more than forty years old, he was an experienced warrior from the way he walked. He had a sword at his waist, but it wasn't a long sword like the ones used in Westeros, it was a shorter, thinner sword.
The First Sword of Braavos - Qarro Volentin.
Qarro gulped as he saw the red eyes staring at him, cold and fierce. Facing this gigantic creature, he was no different than a child trying to fight an adult. No, worse than that, he was a baby trying to fight an adult.