Chapter 116 - Dragonstone Island (V)
"I want to kill that annoying old man," Daenerys thought as she heard the hundredth compliment coming from the lord of Claw Island.
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"My Queen." While enjoying the breeze on the balcony of her room, Daenerys heard the voice of one of the Sardaukar ring out from behind the door.
"Yes, Merik?" Daenerys asked with narrowed eyes, feeling comfortable in the breeze. Her silver hair fluttered gently around her face.
"A fleet has been seen approaching Dragonstone." Merik, surprised that Daenerys had remembered his name, spoke with a respectful tone.
"Any known coats of arms?" Daenerys asked, curious.
"A silver seahorse on a sea-green background," Merik replied.
House Velaryon.
A satisfied smile appeared on Daenerys' lips. For House Velaryon to have come to Dragonstone so quickly was a sign of how eager they were to be sworn back to House Targaryen. With the Velaryons on their side, at least twenty to thirty percent of the ships in House Baratheon's fleet would disappear in an instant.
Daenerys began to dress herself. She had forgotten to bring Missandei from House Martell's ship; the girl had become a close friend of the Sand Snakes, as had she herself. Oberyn's bastard daughters were a funny bunch and easy to get along with.
She wore a black outfit with the dragon of House Targaryen in red in the middle of the chest. The creature's wings formed a beautifully elaborate neckline, elegant without being vulgar.