Chapter 83 - House Of Tyrell (II)
"This is a woman who stole her sister's husband on their wedding day and slept with him the same day. The poor man couldn't get up the next day...?" Aenar Targaryen commented, watching Olenna Tyrell.
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ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!
The loud, powerful and savage roar shook the white walls of High Garden. The sound of deafening wingbeats echoed throughout the castle before everyone heard a loud, heavy thud on the ground.
Caraxes had landed in High Garden. The poor dragon had been flying for almost half a day. With the spectacle he had put on in King's Landing, he was really exhausted at that point.
Aenar loosened the belt that held him together with Leda and finally felt able to move as he pleased. Instead of climbing down the iron mesh below the saddle, he slid down the membrane of the dragon's wing, falling gently to the ground as he removed both gloves from his hands.
Leda followed her king down after him. The girl had an expression of relief as she finally felt the ground beneath her feet. If it were possible, she would never want to fly again. However, knowing her king's slightly sadistic personality, she knew that her wish was impossible.
Without knowing what Leda was thinking, Aenar walked up next to Caraxes' neck and skillfully stroked the dragon's long scales.
"Thank you, brother," he said in a grateful tone as he felt the warm touch of Caraxes' scales.
Caraxes let out a trill, similar to the sound of a cat, and seemed to enjoy the caresses. The tremor in his scales clearly showed the pleasure he was feeling.
Leda was speechless as she watched that huge dragon melt under Aenar's caresses. The scene was so absurd that she couldn't say anything, just letting out a sigh. However, her eyes focused on the man behind a branch of meticulously trimmed bushes.