Chapter 117 - White Harbor (I)
"They're here." Aenar Targaryen watched as the fleet of House Targaryen appeared on the horizon.
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North - White Harbor
"Your Grace." Wyman Manderly, Keeper of the White Knife, Shield of Faith, Defender of the Dispossessed, Lord Marshal of Mander and Knight of the Order of the Green Hand, greeted Aenar with a respectful look as he watched the gigantic crimson dragon lie down at the back of New Castle.
Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen the creature, he still couldn't help but feel a sincere fear in the face of the gigantic beast, capable of reducing White Harbor to ashes in a few minutes.
"Lord Manderly, I see you're still in good health? and eating a lot." Aenar greeted the lord of White Harbor with a joke.
Leda stood behind him, watching the fat old lord of New Castle, the castle of House Manderly. She couldn't believe that man could walk as big as he was. She estimated that no horse could support his weight.
Wyman touched his enormous belly with his fat fingers and let out a loud, powerful laugh.
"Perhaps I should have eaten fewer eels."
"These are my sons, Your Grace. Wylis and Wendel, both great knights. Next to Wylis is his wife, Leona." Wyman introduced his sons with a big, proud smile.
"Your Grace." Both brothers bowed with difficulty and greeted the king with respect. They looked at him with admiration. The first impression Aenar gave them was of an incredibly tall man.