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At Sunspear's old palace, the slender Spear Tower and the grand Sun Tower proudly stood, framing the Sun Speer banner fluttering over the castle. The town, embraced by the sea on three sides, bustled with pedestrians and sold goods from across the world.
In the lingering evening light, the castle's shadow stretched long and narrow. The Martells' guests weren't housed in the Water Gardens, naturally. For his uncle's safety, Myrcella had asked Ser Arys Oakheart to escort him back to Sunspear.
"Ser, how long have you served the Iron Throne?"
The arrogant Kingsguard merely glanced at the dwarf, a hint of contempt in his eyes, but Arys still answered, "Ten years."
"That's long enough." He had investigated every Kingsguard in King's Landing, finally choosing Arys to escort Myrcella. Seeing the Kingsguard seemed uninterested in conversation, Tyrion pouted and rode on in silence. With him came his squire, Podrick, who was even less talkative. This would be a boring journey.
They entered the inner city through the triple gate. Although Sunspear wasn't as large as King's Landing, the winding streets of the outer city were a chaotic maze.
Once inside the inner city, Tyrion noticed a significant increase in guards along the corridors, and the passers-by seemed to have unusual expressions.
It appeared something major had happened in Sunspear during the half-day he'd been away from the castle.
"We have to take revenge!" he heard, his sharp ears catching a fragmented sentence. Revenge? He wondered what this meant. Could Dorne be preparing for war with his father? No one had told him what Lord Tywin was doing now, but he imagined it must be difficult, with powerful enemies outside and worries within.
There were many unfamiliar faces in the castle corridors; it seemed many guests of the Martell family had arrived. He avoided their curious gazes and walked directly back to his room. Once seated, curiosity instantly surged through Tyrion's mind.
How would they treat him, and what would Myrcella do? With the child's kind nature, she would never try to usurp Tommen's throne. Unless she's threatened and bewitched, he silently added.
Perhaps these people would first kill the Lannister dwarf as a sacrifice. As his uncle had said, he had Lannister blood, after all.
He tossed and turned in doubt until midnight. He had come to Sunspear as a guest. If Dorne still adhered to proper guest etiquette, they wouldn't take his life, Tyrion comforted himself. Unless it's a madman like the Mad King, he scoffed inwardly.
The servants brought breakfast: a few blood oranges, a piece of bread, and of course, wine. Tyrion planned to walk around the castle.
At this moment, he couldn't help but miss Bronn. With a sellsword, Tyrion could accomplish many things. Scattered words wouldn't reveal the truth, so he had to find someone to ask.
It was then that Tyrion heard someone say Prince Doran had returned to Sunspear. Sure enough, something happened, Tyrion thought. As far as he knew, Prince Doran Martell hadn't set foot in Sunspear for at least two years.
The news seemed to spread throughout the castle; soldiers and servants alike were talking about it, but there was no mention of rebellion.
Tyrion didn't know what could compel the prince to move until night fell, when he learned the whole story from a groom. Prince Doran's eldest son had died, in Essos, at the hands of the Dothraki.
Hearing this news, Tyrion wasn't sure if he should feel sad, but he knew such news must be a heavy blow to Prince Doran.
The baby in the cradle slept soundly. Mance took him into his arms and kissed the baby's rosy cheeks with his bearded face. "He will grow up very strong."
"He drinks more milk than other children," Val said.
His eyes lingered on the child's face for a long time, then turned to Val. "Help me take good care of him." They would be taken south. At least the child's safety can be guaranteed, Mance Rayder comforted himself.
The moored boats were ready, and more than a dozen key members of the Free Folk had been released with them. Cole's boat would escort them away from Eastwatch. The wildlings were driven to the coast, some with worried faces, others with curses.
The Free Folk knew something bad awaited them. It wasn't until Mance Rayder appeared and they boarded the boat together that the suspicious wildlings began to question him. Cole did not see Mance Rayder off in person.
It was a hazy night, and Cole sat at the table in his tent. The candlelight reflected a shadow in his eyes: the towering Wall. A pair of eyes in the mist magnified the Great Wall infinitely.
Caesar flapped his wings and soared over the sea, casting a layer of black shadows. Seven hundred feet high, he could easily fly over it, but when Caesar looked at the Wall of Despair, the high wall had changed.
As Caesar approached the Great Wall, a fear of death arose spontaneously. Caesar told him he couldn't fly over it.
The white dragon circled above the Great Wall, and an instinct from within the dragon made him want to fly away, but reason forced Caesar to stay.
He tried to fly over the Great Wall, but the closer he got to the land beyond the Great Wall, the stronger the fear became.
Cole asked him to fly south of the Great Wall and then return to the sea. There seemed to be something in the land beyond the Great Wall that could threaten a dragon's existence.
Is it a White Walker? He guessed, but what could they use to hurt a dragon? They can't really shoot a dragon down with an ice spear. He watched the shadow of Caesar flying by, moving very quickly.
The darkness and the fog on the sea obscured his figure. Flying close to the clouds made it difficult for eyes to catch his trace at night. After all, dragons don't glow like night-flying airplanes.
Balerion followed Caesar. From the white dragon's perspective, Little Black had grown significantly. Cole didn't know how long he would have to wait for Little Black to grow into a true Balerion. Perhaps a lifetime wouldn't be enough.
During the Conqueror's era, Balerion, the Black Dread, was already over a hundred years old, and Cole couldn't live that long. He had read many books about dragons, but most were written speculatively. The dragon, like its origin, left many mysteries.
Anyway, Caesar was now able to join the battle, although dying too early wasn't ideal. After all, once the enemy realized Cole had a dragon, they would find a way to kill it.
A dragon isn't invincible. Similarly, if the dragon couldn't be killed, its rider could. After all, a Targaryen with a dragon was enough to prompt the Faceless Men to act.