Chapter 57 - The Preparations Before the Coronation (II)
"Is the Gift of a God really a gift? I doubt it, but we must accept what fate bestows upon us." Aenar Targaryen, watching the Water of Life.
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Volantis, at night.
Aenar was in his room wearing only baggy silk pants, his purple eyes focused on the paper in his hand. The quill with its ink-soaked tip was gradually drawing the outline of something completely impossible for people on this planet to figure out what it really was.
With her head resting on his lap, Daenerys, wearing a transparent pink nightgown, was on her stomach, swinging her feet up and down as she looked at the drawing with a curious gaze.
In her eyes, the drawing showed what she could sum up as a dragon made of iron, but much fatter and with intimidating spikes.
Leaving Aenar's lap, Daenerys went to his back and hugged him from behind while wrapping her arms around his neck. She rested her chin on his shoulder and saw more clearly the scrawl being drawn on the paper in black ink.
"What is it? It looks like a very ugly, fat iron dragon." She asked, her lilac eyes filled with a curiosity that was almost impossible to contain.
Aenar let out a laugh hearing her question. Stopping painting, he took the girl in his arms and showed her the paper. "It's a space cruiser, imagine it as a ship that flies and spits fire." He explained as he pointed to the drawing on the paper.
"Can that exist?" She asked with a perplexed expression. In her mind, only dragons could have that kind of power, but here she was seeing something that could have that same power, how could she not be confused and incredulous?
"It will come into existence five hundred years from now." Aenar replied with a soft tone, his purple eyes seemed to glow with a phosphorescent radiance.