Chapter 42 - The Second Field of Fire (III)
"What did it feel like to incinerate an entire army? Just the horrible smell of burning human flesh filling the air, but at the same time an overwhelming feeling of absolute power, as if I were the most powerful man in the world. It's hard to describe exactly, but if I had to explain it, I'd say it was like wishing for the moon and believing I could hold it in my hands. Aenar Targaryen, riding Caraxes for the first time at the Battle of Volantis.
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ROARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
A thunderous roar rang out in the sky as the gigantic Caraxes seemed to cover the heavens with its wings above them.
Rhaella watched in utter disbelief as the giant crimson dragon swooped overhead, bringing with it winds and the smell of sulphur that for some reason reminded her of Dragonstone.
She didn't know how to describe the feeling she had when she saw the dragon; it was as if a long-cherished dream had come true. The dream of the Targaryen kings over the centuries was coming true before her eyes. Just as it had been her dream after more than a decade in exile.
If House Targaryen had dragons, would the noble houses have the courage to rebel? The answer was a resounding no. Harrenhal Castle stood as proof of the power of House Targaryen's dragons. What fool would dare fight a dragon that could incinerate an entire city in minutes?
And though she knew of the dragon's existence from Kinvara, knowing of the dragon's existence and seeing it in person were two very different things.
Rhaella had to admit it was spectacular to see, she really wanted to know what it felt like to ride a dragon, she assumed it would be liberating. It was a creature capable of killing millions of people in a city, but she felt absolutely safe seeing it up close.
Rhaella tried to see her grandson, but she couldn't see him clearly, catching a glimpse of white-gold hair before the dragon was hundreds of yards away in the blink of an eye.
Daenerys could only open her mouth in awe as she watched the huge crimson dragon soar above the camp. She was sure she would never forget the scene before her; she would always remember her nephew arriving to save them, just as he had a year and a half ago, when he managed to find a safe home for his family even on another continent.