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The Scary One

Today the air at Riverrun was comfortable, she was in her room all day with Nyre who was now eating a small piece of meat on the balcony divider. Nyre grew rather slowly than other dragons, Rhaenys just realized that fact, but Maester Cressen said she didn't need to worry. Maybe Nyre did grow rather slowly, but she will grow bigger in the next few years.

"...Come on..." Nyre gave her the puppy gaze, her head left and right. "You must burn your food first, Nyre. Come on..."

Nyre still shook her head left and right, staring at Rhaenys in bewilderment, her four wings fluttering lazily in the empty air, giving a small flapping sound. "Oh forget it."

Rhaenys had taught the dragon many times and talked to her like crazy, but Nyre wouldn't listen and remained silent every time she was told to burn her food. Inevitably Rhaenys had to order the waiter to burn the food before finally Nyre devoured it.

"And here I am ..." Not knowing what else to teach Nyre in, she sighed, her eyes looked at Nyre once again, who now looked at her and tilted her head to the left. "Talking to a dragon as if they would understand what I said." As if understanding, Nyre nodded her head and continued to eat half-eaten meat.

She is confused!

She's confused by everything that was going to happen in the future, about her engagement with several Lords, with the fate of Nyre, about herself!

Oh the Dragon God! Willas Tyrell wants to marry her with the help of Lady Olenna, Lord Arryn has been facing her father about the request to betray one of the Princesses with his son Lord Robyn - who can't even protect himself - then there is Lord Edmure who proudly asks her mother to let him approach her.

Why is it so hard to be a princess?

She has the characteristics of the ideal man, Willas Tyrell may be one of the best in all the lines of her potential fiancé, but she doesn't like the man ― not because she is paralyzed ― only she doesn't like it. Lady Olenna assumed as if Rhaenys had no choice but to accept Willas as her husband later because House Tyrell was a House loyal to House Targaryen.

Rhaenys was not that weak to immediately accept their invitation. She has dragon blood and rattlesnakes in her body, she is the Princess of House Targaryen who will not bow to the words of a Queen of Thorns.

Speaking of ideal man, oh he has one.

Not the heir to the throne.

The door to her room was knocked twice, pausing before Rhaenys sent the servant in, the servant entered with her head bowed in respect. "Princess, the Queen invites you to drink tea in the garden."

Rhaenys stared. "Where do you think Jocelyn is?" She asked, reaching out to reach Nyre, the waiter looked up and looked at Rhaenys in confusion, she was a servant at Riverrun, before finally bowing.

Rhaenys realized Jocelyn hadn't been seen since last night.

"I'm sorry, Princess. I-I do not know her." She said quietly.

Nyre climbed onto her arm and curled like a baby, Rhaenys intended to release her to the wild once but she remembered, the last time she released Nyre, the royal family searched for the little dragon for more than a week. It turned out that Nyre was perched on a large tree branch in the Sacred Forest.

After putting Nyre into the cage, Rhaenys turned to the servant again, "Oh right..." she said softly. "Then, help me choose a dress, I haven't had time to change my dress since last night."

The servant nodded obediently.

Rhaenys gave a clue to the location of her dress, and the maid brought three dresses for her, maroon, navy blue, and pickled green. She had used the yellow one before, so the maid put the dress back in the closet.

While sitting on her bed and crossing his legs lazily, Rhaenys looked at the three dresses in front of her. "Which one do you think I should wear?"

"Whatever will suit you very well, Princess." Said the servant in front of her.

"Is that so?" She sighed lazily. "But I want you to choose it for me."

The servant cleared her throat, "Blue sea will be very suitable this morning, Princess Rhaenys."

She considered for a moment.

Her eyes stared at the sky from the balcony of her room that was wide open, the wind blew away the cloth that covered the window like water. "Maybe you're right."

And just as the maid was about to re-enter the rest of her dress, Rhaenys charged with a question. "Are you good at styling hair? I'm sure my mother would not like to look at me in chaos because Jocelyn disappeared."

"I can, Princess."

"Alright. Go on. "

She stood at that moment, took off her dress until it reached her hips, there was not the slightest shame in Rhaenys for showing her half-naked body to a female maid behind her. The sky-blue dress flowed like water in her hand, the maid helped her dress. She didn't want to wear a corset again after last night's incident, even though he had to. So she told the girl to pull it to Rhaenys' portion. A thin scarf is draped over her arms. She doesn't feel cold, but she likes to wear a scarf wherever she goes.

"What's your name?" She asked, there was no discussion at this time.

The servant opened her mouth, said softly. "Mya Stone, Princess."

A bastard.

Like her friend, Jocelyn.

Rhaenys nodded in understanding and continued again. "So... are you from Vale? Am I right?"

The thin, pale-faced waitress named Mya nodded, "That's right, Princess."

Rhaenys sat now facing the glass and stared at her reflection with the girl named Mya Stone behind her, Mya holding the comb and she could feel the thin hands stroking her hair slowly as if afraid she would be hurt. Her brownish black curly curls flowed like water on her back. "Are you one of Lord Arryn's servants?"

Mya's hand grabbed one of Rhaenys' hair on the left side and curled it wily behind her head. "That's right, Princess."

"I'm sure Lady Arryn would love to have a servant from Vale do my hair." The braids on the right were rolled back too, the rest were left unraveled, and Rhaenys realized that it was a typical female braid in Vale. "You do my hair like a woman in Vale, don't you?"

Mya's facial expression turned increasingly pale, Rhaenys could feel that woman was afraid now. Gosh ...

Even Rhaenys didn't shout at her!

"Hey ... you look pale―"

"I'm sorry, Princess. II really don't know how to do hairstyles typical of Southern women like Princess Daenerys. Forgive me…"

For a moment, Rhaenys felt sorry. She turned from her chair, looked at the skinny girl and took her hand gently, "It's okay ..." she said soothingly. "Besides, I like your hairdo."

"Thank you, Princess."

Rhaenys nodded and turned around again. "Continue, Mya. I don't want to make my mother wait for me."

"The queen does not wait alone, Prinsess." Now Rhaenys frowned.

"Oh?" Mya seemed to have begun to relax now, her hands didn't shake again like before. "Is Queen Rhaella there?"

Mya nodded before continuing. "And some ladies."

She could guess who would be present at the royal family's tea ceremony at Riverrun Park. Of course there must be Lady Arryn, Lady Olenna, and Lady Stark. The three ladies from the big house will definitely be there when their mother invites them.

She sighed heavily, wondering if Daenerys would join the tea ceremony or not. If not, surely her aunt is in the forest and feeding Drogon.

Rhaenys wondered how long they had to be at Riverrun?

She was tired of staring at the river and the people of North and East who inhabited this castle with grim faces.

After completing her morning activities, Rhaenys allowed Mya to leave her and return to her place beside Lady Arryn, Mya obeyed and disappeared behind a sturdy wall. Rhaenys didn't need a bodyguard when walking around like this, but it seemed like her mother thought the opposite. Two Kingsguards had been placed in front of her room, their golden armor glittering reflected in each other's light.

Ser Lancel Lannister stood straight with his chin raised. As for his cousin, he stood lazily and stared at the door on the other side without blinking. "Your mother will be upset, Princess."

Rhaenys gave a small snort, "I am a Princess, it is only natural that my time is spent beautifying myself, Ser Jaime. She taught me that herself."

The longest naughty grin on the lips of the knight.

Rhaenys never felt compelled to make a formal conversation with Ser Jaime, he was too relaxed in the matter of conversing with the king's children. After all, she herself did not really have a formal conversation with members of the kingdom, except for Ser Barristan.

"Oh ... I can't wait for you to answer your mother with an answer like that." He said, still smirking. Rhaenys snorted once more before finally walking to the park.

The sound of the two Kingsguard armor behind him ringing while moving, a few servants who passed by her bowed their heads in salute. From far she could see the park she had visited last night.

Arriving at the park, the two Kingsguards were waiting for her beside the shower. "Go, Ser Jaime, Ser Lancel. I feel like a baby in your midst."

Ser Lancel nodded silently, leaving Rhaenys alone with Ser Jaime who didn't even move his legs.

How stubborn this man is.

Without Thinking of Ser Jaime's actions, Rhaenys walked closer to the crowd that seemed to be very engrossed in their conversation now. Rhaenys greeted them one by one and instilled more manners in her mind. Enough with someone like Lord Edmure she lost her manners. And she did not see Daenerys at the banquet that morning. Surely she fled first to the forest and met Drogon.

Let Nyre grow faster!

"Ah! Princess Rhaenys ... I thought you would not take part in this tea banquet." Lady Arryn looked at her with a strange smile on her lips.

"I'm sorry, my ladies. I have to feed Nyre and get ready so I don't disappoint." She said while glancing at her mother. "A princess must still look ... beautiful."

"Oh of course."

One of the servants was about to pour her tea, but she immediately raised her hand, instructing her not to pour anything into her glass. The mood isn't good today, even a cup of tea can't fix that.

The conversation continued, involving her a little more than her mother had hoped, her grandmother sitting next to her and listening carefully. They really acted like real royal women, she just sat quietly. Luckily the corset she used wasn't tied too tightly. She can breathe smoothly.

The whole conversation was very boring, mostly about their dresses and children. They even spoke with very high courtesy, oh no, she was too accustomed to Dorne and all kinds. She didn't dare to open her mouth for now and make the conversation look awkward, even though it was awkward from the start.

But one thing that looks they can't forget.

A conversation about Lord Stark's second son.

Jon Stark.

Rhaenys had never met the boy. Maybe she has, but she doesn't know what he looks like. They say, Jon is similar to his father, while his older twin is similar to his mother.

According to the gossip her servants brought, Jon went to Old Valyria with her best friend, Dickon Tarly. The big boy she met at Highgarden when she and her grandmother visited House Tyrell.

They stole a boat in Oldtown and anchored there before dawn. And reportedly again there were three victims who were found burning there.

Rhaenys could not imagine Lady Stark's feelings at hearing such gossip, let alone Lord Stark who clearly gave permission for his second child to dock at Old Valyria.

How embarrassing.

And now their conversation began to lead there, Lady Olenna who dared to bring this up. Rhaenys just sat and looked down when Lady Olenna spoke with the thorns that she always made in each sentence.

"This conversation is boring." Said Lady Olenna, who had been quietly listening carefully as they talked about dresses. "How many dresses do we need to talk about? I'm already bored enough to see a dress for my entire life."

She felt Lady Olenna's sharp words succeeded in silencing Lady Arryn and staring at the old woman with a sharp look.

"Can we talk about other things?" Lady Stark seemed to look elegant and calm in responding to the outspoken remark of Lady Olenna, very different from her sister.

"Like what, My Lady?" Asked her grandmother gently, her purple eyes staring at Lady Olenna without hostility, they were close enough for a pair of parents, their hands reaching for a teapot and filling their cups again. Letting servants nearby bow.

"Princess, what do you think the tedious conversation will be like?" Rhaenys stammered, staring at the grandmothers in front of her with confused eyes. Lady Olenna is always like this, cornering her.

She tried to open her mouth, "I- I don't think talking about dresses is boring." She could still see the smirk on Lady Olenna's lips.

"I even know you haven't enjoyed this conversation since you sat in your chair." Rhaenys fell silent. "I'll look for the ingredients. How about your child ... Lady Stark?"

Now all eyes were on Lady Stark, who was staring confused at Lady Olenna. Wrinkles were clearly visible on his slick forehead. "Which of my childs, my lady?"

"Oh, we all know that story. Your brave son, what's his name? Jonny Stark? John Stark?"

"Jon Stark." Everyone's eyes now turned to her, including Lady Stark, but it wasn't long before Lady Olenna finally took over the conversation.

"Yeah. Jon Stark. A brave boy who crossed the ocean to get to Old Valyria," she said. "I talked to Lady Tarly about the departure of her child. That stupid man went after your child and left his house without an heir."

All became silent. Rhaenys did not expect Dickon and Jon are best friends. It's true Lady Olenna said, Dickon was too stupid to leave his house. Or is it possible that Dickon will return to Westeros with Jon Stark?

They went to Old Valyria! The most dangerous city for Westeros who don't have Valyrian blood. How can Lady Olenna say that Jon Stark is a brave man? He is nothing more than a fool who has a crazy mind about seeing a dragon.

"I'm sorry, Lady Olenna. My son is guilty of inviting Dic― "

"Oh don't apologize to me, Lady Stark. I'm not the child's parents. He really deserves to be called a stupid kid. He can even refuse your child's invitation." She interrupted Lady Stark. "But I cannot deny that they are indeed brave children. Stupid but brave."

"I hope they return home soon, Lady Stark. Return safely." Her mother said sincerely.

Lady Stark nodded politely.

"Oh, not yet, My Queen. If they hurry home, it's useless to search for Old Valyria." Lady Olenna said, refusing drinks from her servants. "Don't bother me first, child. I'm already bloated drinking tea. Find me cheese in the kitchen, that's better."

The waiter nodded and immediately dashed away.

"What are they looking for there?" Rhaenys asked unbearably. Begins to like the direction of their conversation. She looked at Lady Stark demanding an answer.

"I don't know, Princess." Said Lady Stark. She continued gloomily, "Jon has no intention of telling me."

"Dragon." Said Lady Olenna.

Her eyes widened, including Lady Stark, her mother and Lady Arryn. "Lady Olenna ... that's something we can't ... prove it."

Lady Olenna looked at her mother calmly and carelessly. "Dickon told his mother the reason for his departure, they were looking for a dragon. I don't know what other terrible things they are looking for there."

Rhaenys looked at her grandmother with worry. Queen Rhaella knows other terrible things besides the dragon that dwells in the land of Valyria, she also knows. Many people in Valyria learn magic, dark magic and healing magic. But she knew that anything called magic wasn't accepted in Westeros.

"I hope they are okay using the flag from my house," continued Lady Olenna.

Regarding the flag, they are not sure. But some people did see ships with sigil House Tyrell anchored in the ocean.

"Maybe you're saying too much, Lady Olenna." They stared at Lady Arryn, who had a cold face. "We haven't even proven that―"

"Ah.. That they really use the House Tyrell sigil? All right." Lady Olenna interrupted, "Wait for them in Oldtown when they come back a few years later."

The situation heated up a little before finally her grandmother took over the atmosphere. "They are brave young men. There aren't many people who dare to dock past The Summer Sea to go to Old Valyria."

"How old is Jon?" Asked her mother.

Lady Stark smiled politely. "Already entered ten and five, My Queen."

"Almost the same age as my child. Aegon is now ten and six," her mother said again. "I can feel your feelings, Lady Stark." "But I'm sure Jon is very good at exploring. Maybe he can get the ancestral sword of House Targaryen that was lost several hundred years ago there."

"I would be glad if he could do that, My Queen."

Seriously?

The sword had long since disappeared, and must have changed hands elsewhere. Rhaenys didn't want to think about who took the swords of her family's ancestors.

Rhaenys did not hear the next sentence of the conversation again, her starving lungs filled with cool morning air. She wanted to hurry away from this place, she wanted to walk out of the palace and feel the sunlight pecking her pale skin. She feels like a bird caged in a golden cage.

Maybe they were right, she should have been in Dorne and lived there forever.

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It's hard to imagine something so amazing like this. His brooding black eyes stared ahead, a city full of tall buildings looming over and about to reach the clouds, the sun rising on the other side, kissing the edges of the temples. Small streams of sea water brought their boats deeper into the place, the city was not yet crowded, only one or two people were seen hanging around carrying clogs.

The most amazing thing Jon has ever seen is a collection of little dragons that swarm the sails of their ship. He wanted to wake Dickon and Gendry, but there was no time to enter the cabin and splash water on their faces. He was too fascinated by the view in front of him.

From a distance, Jon could see a medium-sized, large and small dragon perched above a large temple. They are like birds, beautiful but dangerous. But he remembered, they were not birds because birds were not dangerous, not all. One of the medium-sized dragons flew across their boat, the snarling sound heartbreaking, it seemed the sound of the yellow dragon was able to awaken the beautiful sleep of his two friends.

The cabin door opened, showing a fully conscious Dickon and staring up at the screen, while Gendry was still half-conscious and woke up refreshingly.

"Oh god. This is heaven." Jon glanced at Dickon and grinned.

The water flow took them to a small port on the other end. Jon pays attention to every detail of the road that people walk on, full of cliffs and temples on the right and left, there is a large temple on their right. Some old huts were on the other side, sinking with the existence of intimidating and large buildings. Large oaks along the cliff, almost looked like a gate to keep the houses from falling into the water.

He had indeed seen a glimpse of Old Valyria before, in a book he had read in the Winterfell library. But ... not like this.

This place was far more amazing than what people had told me, the raw beauty she had just met in the real world. His eyes stared at the sky which was very blue for a moment.

"Am I dreaming?" Murmured Gendry involuntarily.

Dickon was stunned for a moment but he was still able to respond to the words of the person next to him, "Do you want me to hit you? Maybe it can wake you up. "

"Just pinch i―what the hell with you!"

Jon looked at them now facing each other and looked annoyed, "Stop it."

Dickon looked at him, as if Jon's words hurt the man's heart. "What? I only did the thing he asked for!" Gendry looked annoyed but chose to remain silent and stroke his blushing arms.

The wind brushed his bare arms, he could feel the sensation of clean and fresh air filling his lungs, or the throbbing of his rapidly growing heart as their boat touched the end of a small dock. They got ready, took all the necessities needed and it was Gendry who dropped his first foot on the land of Old Valyria. He could still see the smile on his lips that grew wider.

His feet stepped on Valyria's ground now, well-built, and full of danger. It feels strange. He felt something stronger growing inside him.

Other sized dragon wings flap strongly above their heads, making them have to bend down and keep their heads apart from the dragon's big feet. Dickon did not look down, he stood up and stared at the large bright red dragon gliding in front of them. Gendry shared a worried and amazed look at the same time as him.

"Wow ..."

The dragon is without a rider. And Jon realized, it was a wild dragon.

When the red dragon slid not far from where they were bowing, its sharp claws were pointed and faced toward them, the dragon growled and showed its sharp and yellowed teeth. Jon's legs seemed stiff, he could not move, and stupidly Dickon did not intend to look down, they keep their visibility to each other.

Grrrhh ...

One large tail flicker made them inevitably have to dodge quickly. Jon rolled around aimlessly, Gendry's scream could be heard in his ear and someone fell in the water. He hoped it was only their bag.

"This dragon is going crazy!" Cried Dickon between the sound of splashing water. Dickon was soaking wet, water came in and out of his mouth and a small wave of water helped him reach land quickly.

There is no time to laugh at Dickon now. Jon intended to pull out his dagger, but he remembered the woman's words last night. In other circumstances, they are in danger!

Jon can still see the hot air that blows between the big nostrils of the dragon, emits white steam, their eyes meet and Jon hopes this dragon stops attacking them before one of them is injured, or even dies.

Gendry's snort and the sound of fear moaning could be heard in Jon's ears, they both helped Dickon to stand on land faster. No other way. He must use his dagger if this dragon attacks others.

"For fuck sake ..." Dickon cursed, holding his face red from anger. "What's our fault!"

"Shut up." Jon murmured involuntarily.

The dragon was still staring at them with a threatening look, its tail running here and there. Jon looked around, he realized, no one came out and bothered to help them control the wild dragon who was ready to pounce and roast three Westeros like smoked meat.

Strange.

And if there really isn't any Valyrians who want to help them fight this red dragon, they will fight on their own. Death by fighting a dragon seems not too cowardly.

"Jon ..." Gendry muttered.

Jon is watching now. "What?"

"Do you remember the curly woman's warning? Don't show the weapon! The three of us can die!"

When the dragon moved, the three of them also moved. "Moving ..." They remained alert, turned and let their bodies now was in the former place where the dragon stood while the red dragon in front of them stood in the place where they stood.

Dickon curled up like a fool behind him, the sound of the teeth snapping in his left ear, Gendry was as calm as he was, seemingly unwilling to show signs of resistance to the large creature before him.

"Okay, are we trying to get him to dance now?" Whispered Dickon at the same time the dragon moved again, and they also moved. "Shut up." Gendry murmured now.

The growling grew stronger and stronger, but the dragon's movements stopped. Jon really has no intention to fight a brutal wild and big dragon alone. "I think we should split up ..."

He was sure Dickon now widened his eyes in disbelief, Jon not making it up. A dragon looked at the three of them as if they were ready to attack him in a group manner like now. They must split up.

"I think he thinks we are like a threat. When I told you to bow ..." He watched Dickon who was still struck by his stupid idea. "Then look down."

"Have you ever read how to deal with dragons before?" Gendry looked at him confused.

Jon shook his head honestly. "Only my feelings."

Gendry nodded resigningly, began to separate himself with careful steps without speaking. The dragon's eye was watching him now, about twenty steps ahead of the dragon. Dickon stared at him briefly before breaking away too, he stood alone in the middle, the dragon's eyes watching Dickon now.

Jon's knees felt weak, he never knew whether this plan would work, he also never read how to deal with dragons like this in any book in Winterfell. Jon starts to bend down, bend his legs and stare at the ground without looking forward.

He could see Dickon doing the same thing, his large, wet body drowning without daring to pay attention to the dragon's eyes in front of him. But Gendry didn't do that. He could see the dragon watching Gendry who was on his right now. There was no growling as a threat for the man to bend his knees. Gendry was still firmly in his place, he stood fearlessly even though he could actually feel the man's body shaking.

The dragon moved slower with its large legs and wings, heading towards his friend who was standing like a fool.

Dickon's voice was still heard in his ear. "What is that fool doing ?!"

"Gendry! Down! "Jon growled.

Gendry didn't listen, when the dragon was right in front of Gendry, Jon really couldn't help but hold his breath. They were silent when the dragon sniffed Gendry's reddened face, his breasts flattened before a large lick of the creature's tongue filled Gendry's face. The red dragon's saliva fell to the ground, for a moment Gendry looked surprised but then the sound of chuckle came out of the mouth of the man in front of him.

Jon stood up slowly, still adjusting his smeared breath. His forehead wrinkled, but not as badly as Dickon. Dickon stood beside him now, staring at Gendry and then staring at him as if this action made no sense.

"Is the dragon trying to taste Gendry before he burns the man alive and makes him lunch?" Asked Dickon fearfully.

Jon shook his head.

"N―No. I guess ..." Gendry stretched his hand forward, trying to stroke the red dragon's snout, there was a slight jerk and made Dickon grip his shoulders firmly but after that, the dragon felt safe and let Gendry's callous hand stroke the solid snout with amazement. "I think he likes Gendry."

"How can? He is licking Gendry!" Now Jon, who was looking at him, was annoyed. "He will eat the man, Jon!" The dragon sniffed again like a baby.

"Shut up."

Before Jon could approach Gendry, the dragon watched him carefully before finally stretching out his two large wings and flying away like an overweight goose. Jon stared at the sky as the dragon chose to fly much higher, who knows where he was going. Jon doesn't care and he hopes the dragon won't return for the next two days. He needed his sword when it arrived and had to deal with even more terrible dragons.

If that dragon alone is terrible, what about the others?

"Gendry ... are you alright?" He asked, he realized his voice was still choked.

Gendry shook his head, "I'm fine, no one was hurt." It was clear that Gendry was still impressed with what was before him. The sun was shining on the pier, making them inevitably have to turn around to eliminate their temporary blindness from staring at the sky for too long.

When they turned around, the inhabitants of that city only dared to show themselves. Maybe they are preparing to attack foreigners in their peaceful city. and did not see any look of Westeros in that place, all with white blond hair and bright silver. From the smallest to the oldest, they have hair like House Targaryen. Their skin is diverse, some are black and white milk.

He felt his presence and his two best friends felt striking in the middle of Valyrian.

"Wow ... look at you, boy!" The voice appeared on their left.

Jon doesn't know who is talking, everything looks the same.

"... oh looks like you guys are hard to find me. I will go out ... come on ... move away young man ..." The tip of his eyes glanced to the left side, there was a small commotion when someone tried to break out of the crowd. "Well…"

The man was not too old, maybe his white hair made him look like an old man, he was as old as his father when he looked around. His body was thin, with a camping cap on the head and two long, small swords on the left and right. He walked a bit crooked, approaching the three of them who were standing tall, preparing to get beaten by old men for whatever.

"Why does he see us like that?" Gendry whispered to his left.

Dickon looked around, "Maybe handling one dragon is better than thousands of dragon riders."

"Erm ... well, indeed." Jon could hear Gendry's proud voice as he said it.

He just rolled his eyes before approaching the old man in front of him, residents still watching them with a look that either Jon himself could not explain. It's not a threatened gaze or a threat, it's just different, like curious, confused and ... amazed.

"All three of you are from Westeros, aren't you?" Jon turned his gaze to the man now.

"You speak common language." Jon said without heeding the answer for the man.

He just nodded.

"Sorry about the dragon, we didn't mean to drive him away, he came suddenly, you might not know the taste, I'm sure."

"Well actually we know how it feels to be threatened by that damn red dragon. He always comes to terrorize new people in the harbor." He said calmly. Jon looks around, it looks like they are returning to their original activities, leaving the three of them facing a Valyrian person. "Luckily you are the first people to escape, usually he will eat some and fly to bring some to the sky."

"I'm Jon Snow, this is Dickon Flower ..." Dickon nodded as a greeting. "And this is Gendry Water, he made the dragon leave." Said Jon, Gendry's grin widened.

The man looked closely at their faces. "You haven't answered my question, you're Westeros aren't you?"

Jon sighed patiently, then nodded.

"Good!"

"We were previously given permission by―" But the man interrupted Dickon.

"I know that ... I know ..." he interrupted impatiently. They looked at each other. "I'm sure you need a place to live, I have a few places to rent. One room for ..."

"Wait ... wait ... wait ... you hold us back just to offer you a rented residence?" Asked Jon, not believing.

"Actually, I'm not holding back you guys, you yourself who want to stay and invite this old man to talk." He said casually. "Silence and let me continue. Ekhem ... one room for fourteen pieces of silver for a month, there is a bath in the nearest well with clean water, food is served every morning, afternoon and night, free massage and a whore ready to accompany your evening. So do you want some?"

"No." Jon answered quickly.

In between his anger that was implanted without cause, Gendry stood beside the old man and looked at his two friends with a pleading face. Of course the man wants.

But I doesn't bring much money!

They must be more efficient in other countries. What will happen if they don't have more money?

"Come on, Jon. The price is quite cheap!" Said Dickon who is now joining in.

"Correct! Come on, Jon Snow." The man chimed in before Jon glared at him. "Or you might be able to stay in my place for free without paying anything. But I need your energy in helping people care for dragons in my business."

Dragon.

Yeah dragon.

He will burn before touching the dragon's snout in this city.

But Gendry seemed to accept the invitation with pleasure, facing a wild dragon seemed to have made his confidence increase beyond the Red Keep building at King's Landing. Dickon just frowned, between interested but afraid of the risk of the next job. He could actually live in the harbor, but the place was spacious. Old Valyria is a big city with the risk of thieves and bandits here and there riding dragons like knights.

Finally, they did the most votes, Jon did not move Dickon to dare to betray him by working together with Gendry.

"Sorry, Jon ... we need a place to stay and a little ... whore." That's all what Dickon said before walking along with Gendry who stood with the old blackmailer.

He was silent, following the will of the two men, he was some distance away with three people in front of him as they began to move out of the harbor. It turned out they were not yet in the center of the city, they had to ride a dragon to get there quickly.

Initially Jon refused, choosing to ride a horse alone, but it seems road conditions do not allow for a horse, many cliffs and rocky. After all, he would die on the road when a dragon turned his attention to his horse. He is not ready to die now.

"The dragon you got at the harbor is indeed scary, he is nicknamed The Scary One."

Gendry looked at the man with other interests. "The Scary One?"

"One of the red dragons that still lives in Valyria, perhaps the last living red dragon. Some were killed because they were too dangerous. "

The Scary One? That's crazy

Dickon asks now. "Does everyone have a dragon here?"

"Erm ... actually not all, only a few who dare to conquer it. Don't think that all Valyrians can ride dragons, boy." He chuckled. "Actually I have long seen your arrival, hhh, handling a red dragon is troublesome, but it's not too difficult. When I wanted to go out to help you deal with the red dragon, I changed my mind. Waiting and watching you handle it by yourself seems quite fun."

Gendry was surprised now, his eyes glaring at the old man beside him. Jon knows Gendry's feelings, risking his own life while there are people who can handle the crazy dragon quickly. Does not feel his hands clenched and itchy want to throw a blow to the cheek of the Valyria in front of him.

"I'm risking my life!" Growled Gendry through his teeth. "Whereas anyone knows how to handle that dragon?!"

"Well ... well ... can you be quiet? After all you guys didn't die ― akh ... your mounts have arrived."

Jon looked up as another dragon landed in front of them, the man whose name they didn't know yet held out his wand to help him get into the dragon's saddle. The dragon was beautiful sea-blue, slender in size and had a long head. Jon wonders, how can this little dragon carry the four of them?

"He is strong! Let's go up before I change my mind and let you walk towards the center of town! "Gendry was the one who dared to go up on the dragon first, he sat safely in the saddle.

He looked at Dickon who was grinning mischievously now, with the help of a bent dragon, Dickon's huge body managed to climb onto the dragon's back, he moved slowly and kept the dragon's vision from his direction.

"Do you want to go up or not, huh?" The old man shouted.

Before the old man complained again, Jon took a helping hand from Dickon and immediately helped him up the dragon with an irregularly tempered heart. "If I fall from this big creature! I will make sure I will haunt you! "He shouted to his two friends.

"Calm down Jon." Gendry said in front of Dickon.

How can Gendry be this calm?

How could he calm down when a dragon just wanted to kill them?

... And now he is sitting on the back of another dragon?

The flutter of wings began to feel in his curly hair, it felt like he could not feel his own feet when it began to float in the air, he lost his footing and held tight to whatever he found on the back of the dragon man. He dared not look down, but he could see Gendry's cheerful voice as the dragon flew higher and he could feel the clouds on his face. The sun stung his body, making him inevitably have to give up sweat that tried to get into his eyes.

He could see the whole city of Valyria from a height here, his heart felt strange. That fear was replaced by enthusiasm that he could control. Flying with a dragon is the most frightening and amazing thing he has ever felt in his entire life.

The dragon dived slowly downwards, and flew a little lower than before.

His eyes swooped in front of the dragon, involuntarily letting go of its grip in amazement at everything ahead. Sturdy buildings, shady trees, diamond-clear water, people seemed to occupy themselves, and what amazed Jon most was the number of dragons that were not inferior. They looked familiar with each other, reminded him of the puppies that Mikken had brought from the South.

For a moment to fly, he never regretted his plans to explore Old Valyria.