Jaime finds himself sitting up straighter as the dragons approached. Two of them bearing riders, the bigger one, black with red scales along its wings, the other with green and bronze scales, slightly smaller than its brother. The third one, an even smaller, but equally terrifying dragon with wings of cream and gold brings up the rearguard.
The two bigger dragons came to rest on top of two outbuildings of the dragon pit, shattering tiles and dust. The third one remained airborne, its massive head whipping around, as if looking for threats. From on top the biggest dragon alighted a small figure with white blonde hair, clad in a grey woollen dress and matching hose, a red cape attached to her shoulders with a silver chain across her body and fastened with a three headed dragon pin. This must be Daenerys Targaryen, thought Jaime. Looks like dragonspawn all right. While looking at her, he detected movement out of the corner of his eye. It seemed that the second rider had alighted as well. Another young woman, it seemed, slightly taller and more slender. She walked over to stand beside Daenerys, the latter giving a nod and they started walking together towards the canopies erected in the centre.
There is a second dragon queen now ?, thought Jaime with exasperation, as if things weren't bad enough with one. The women walked side by side, like equals. The second woman wore a simple green tunic with a matching hose and boots. Her cloak was of the same colour, fastened around her neck with a direwolf brooch, her face hidden under its hood. While Daenerys was unarmed, this girl wore a slender sword and a dagger on either side of her belt. The sheath of the dagger made Jaime's heart skip a beat. On it, the three headed dragon of the Targaryens was wed to the sun and spear of the Martells. What in the seven hells ?
To Jaime, it seemed like they took forever to finish the walk from the edge to the centre of the dragonpit. The taller girl took off her hood and Jaime's breath hitched. It can't be, he thought frantically, it surely can't be, she is dead, she is gone, I saw her body myself that day, broken and ravaged by the Mountain, it surely can't be Elia ! Jaime started sweating, his thoughts scattered and berserk. As the girls came closer, he realised that he had made a mistake. This wasn't Elia of Dorne, this girl was younger and taller than her, not to mention more beautiful. But she has the same skin tone, the same hair, the same regal bearing. By the Gods !
As the girl turned her head and smiled at someone at the back of the canopy where the northerners stood, he heard a collective gasp go through everyone gathered there. Now he knew the reason for it. For the face that he was staring into, was the face of a man whom he had long admired, one whom he had served faithfully, one who was long dead… it was the face of Rhaegar Targaryen. While Rhaegar's indigo eyes were always shrouded with an unknown sadness, the very same eyes on this girl's face were smoldering with the wrath of the Gods while they took in Cersei and then himself. Jaime's heart all but stopped. Wait… so that means… wait… what ? There was only one explanation… that… that Rhaenys Targaryen, daughter of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia was somehow alive ! And, is looking at him like she wants to carve out his innards and feed them to the dogs. Jaime felt light headed, he couldn't believe it, but there it was, the evidence plain as light in front of his eyes. He found that he couldn't stop staring at her as she took up a seat near Daenerys. Even at the sight of the naked hatred in her eyes while she looked at him, Jaime couldn't help but thank the Gods old and new for this small miracle. The little girl I used to take upon my knee from all those years ago… she is alive…Rhaenys… she is no longer a wraith with a black cat that haunts my dreams…Rhaegar's little girl… she is alive…. In spite of himself, Jaime felt his eyes welling up at the thought.