Chapter 114 - Dragonstone Island (III)
"Dragonstone is mine." Daenerys Targaryen, looking at the Sardaukar filling all the corridors of Dragonstone.
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Nine-year-old Shireen Baratheon was reading a book in her room. The girl had the features of her father and mother, her father's square, protruding chin and her mother's large ears. She wasn't pretty, but her blue eyes were particularly innocent and beautiful. She wore a brown dress while resting the book on her thighs.
The left side of her face and a large part of her neck was cracked and gray. It was a terrible disease called Grayscale, a disease that can leave the flesh stiff and dead, and the skin cracked and scaly, stained black and gray and stone-like to the touch.
As Shireen continued to read, she heard a strange sound, it sounded like a long, distant guttural sound accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.
Curious about the sound, she put the book aside and made her way to the balcony of her room. Her curiosity turned to a morbid pallor when she saw the black and red creature flying in the sky.
On the horizon, twenty ships with black sails bearing the coat of arms of House Targaryen were approaching Dragon Stone.
Shireen didn't even need to inform them that they were under attack, as the bell began to ring loudly and reverberating, all the guards were mobilized in an instant.
Riding Balerion, Daenerys couldn't help but stare at House Targaryen's ancestral castle with a look of fascination. The whole structure looked like a dragon made of black stone, erected under a lonely hill with ancient magic from Ancient Valyria.
She was determined to bring the Dragon Stone back to her Family before the reconquest began. Suddenly, Daenerys noticed the guards under the castle walls, all holding spears and pointing Scorpions in her direction.
Daenerys smiled at the sight of those weapons used to kill dragons. Although they only worked on young dragons like Balerion, her own dragon was wearing armor, protecting the sensitive and vital parts of the dragon.