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They are in a very bad position, all that's remained for them is the Westerlands' army and the walls of King's Landing to defend. GRRM gave the Tyrells to them but that's not an option now.

I imagine the horn has certain limits and Euron will soon find about them.


Mine is the fury

They attack at midnight. A lot of ships, more than the amount the Golden Company left behind for the defense of Dragonstone.

The sails remain black even in the light of flames. But on some of them a golden monster flashes time to time. A monster with tentacles.

The Iron Fleet.

Shireen must go to Viserion. She runs through the hallways not replying to anyone, not stopping for anyone's sake.

Viserion waits for her. Ready to fly. Ready to fight.

And with him there are Shireen's mother, Lady Melisandre and some of the Queen's soldiers. They do not wait for her at all.


"They are all wood and canvas and tar. They will burn," Shireen tries to persuade them.

"And they are full of drunk sailors with rum and wine running through their veins. They will burn too," Melisandre translates Grey Worm's note.

The Queen entrusted him with Dragonstone when she took Theon with her.

"So this is a good plan," Shireen says. The image of burning people horrifies her but she must be brave. A girl with a dragon cannot be anything but brave. Worthy of Viserion.

"No, it is not," Grey Worm protests. "I was ordered to protect the island, but above all has to protect you. But I couldn't do it in the sky."

It is weird to argue with him through Melisandre, especially because she does not even agree with Grey Worm.

Unlike her mother, who hearing these words suddenly comes over to him.

"Exactly. Go back to your chambers and allow…"

"No."

Shireen swallows hard. She has never defied her mother. She has never defied anyone.

She straightens her back and steps closer to Viserion.

One step.

Then, another one.

"I forbid it, child."

"You cannot. Viserion will fly tonight. We will fly."

She is pale. She is shaking.

But tensing her muscles she turns back to them and mounts Viserion.

She knows her mother will not intervene. She fears the dragon too much.

She knows Grey Worm will not intervene. He respects the dragon too much.

She will fly. She will defend them all.


Euron laughs out loud.

There is it. The white dragon. It is astonishing. It is beautiful. It is his.

The most precious prey he has ever had. He only has to reach for it.

"Bring the Dragonbinder," he orders. "Hurry."


As if the world itself is driven by that sound.

Shireen holds on to the only thing that feels real and strong enough to keep her whole, to the connection with her dragon.

Viserion is writhing and shrieking.

It is a scream of pain. A scream of fury.

The same fury that fills Shireen.

They want to hurt her dragon. Someone on one of those ships wants to hurt her dragon.

She knows what she needs to do. Daenerys taught her.

She leans over and, as Viserion starts diving, she whispers.


Euron spreads his arms, laughing and laughing while the dragon is getting closer.

To its master.

But… Is there… It seems someone mounts that dragon.


'The word itself is not important,' Daenerys explained one day walking on the shore. 'He's going to sense your intention, your will. The two of you will share it, after all.'

Still, it feels good to say it.

"Dracarys."