Author's Note: This chapter and the next two or three will take place at the same time.

Next Chapters are: Bobby B ogling Skin-Changers (and Ned trying to stop him), Young Tyrion visiting the Ent-Wives, and Queen Rhaella and the Serpent-Dragons.

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News that some of the Dragons would now live in King's Landing shook the capital. The Blue Wizards had reported that the Place of Miracles was no longer safe for the health and recovery of their charges, and so they had requested the crown leave to resettle the dragons, while they study the magical trees.

To their request Prince Rhaegar was doubtful, at first, wondering if they some foul thing was in the two trees. But the Wizards took counsel with him, alone without his Kingsguard, and soon, the Prince gave his consent on the condition that they share their findings with him.

When news of the Wizard's request reached the King, Aerys was only more happy to grant it, and soon, the wonders of the Place of Miracles began their short pilgrimage to King's Landing where its people greeted them with awe and fear.

The small folk, in particular were divided. Though many paid good coin to look at the creatures from afar, there were many who voiced their fears. "These are dark creatures," one Begging Brother preached, "and only folly and destruction can come from them! Have we forgotten the Dance? Mark my words ye yeoman. Dark creatures have come upon our fair city."

The nobles, too, were afraid, for they feared the Targaryen's regaining their ancient powers. From this fear, they planned and plotted. Why not poison the dragons? Or better yet, befriend them. The Wizards! They must have the power. Behind closed doors and forgotten alleys, these words were whispered.

But such misgivings were still plans for now, for it was Aerys who eagerly welcomed the dragons and would not suffer any dissent. On the day of their arrival, the King's court were treated to a great surprise, for their King had shaved his beard, and had bathed himself, appearing to the Dragons as though they were his salvation. Later, Aerys, who now looked 20 years younger, flew around King's Landing on the back of Narsologalogon, and as they landed, they walked among cheering small folk, as though in a dream.

What followed was a week of feasting, with nobles and embassies meeting and speaking with the Dragons, the Ents, and Skin Changers. And when the festivities had finished, the creatures spoke – in broken, barely understandable Westerosi - with the King and his council, to ask of him what they wished.

Willow and the Ent-Wives asked to remain in a forested area outside the capital, while the skin-changers asked for a small village where they can rest in peace. As for the Dragons, there was division among them. The one known as Narsologalagon and some of the larger drakes opted to remain close with the King, dwelling near the Red Keep, where they might be close to their new 'friend.' This had delighted Aerys, who commanded a scowling Tywin Lannister to build a great new building to house "Balerion Reborn" and his other "kindred."

Nu Wa, and the other serpent-dragons begged leave to live near the sea, near Dragonstone, and to their request, Aerys had consented, assigning knights and servants to care for them if they wished. They did not, and returned the men back to their liege, to Aery's secret displeasure.

There, far from the eyes of men, they swooped down to the sea, devouring fish for sustenance and resting inside the caves and beaches, more than content to live solitary lives. Aerys was annoyed that Nu Wa did not wish his friendship, but thought it a minor matter as long as the dragons didn't speak with or worse, befriend any of the other major houses.

The last group was that of Blaugh, and the ones who joined him were scarred, injured dragons. They chose not to dwell in any specific place but to fly all throughout the realm, often distancing them from men but greeting them peaceably when they encountered them. They spoke to Lord and Small Folk, to foreigners and Knights and this, Aerys didn't think that good, but was unable to prevent it. Yet.

In the days that followed, Narsologalagon's group became the most prominent group of dragons. They had enrich themselves through Aerys, and in turn, they turned Aerys into a reborn Aegon the Conqueror to his lords' eyes. When embassies or petitioners complained and grumbled, Aerys' Dragons spoke to them, gently, of the power of Dragon Fire.

The latest recipient of such gentle speech was Tywin Lannister who, when he had angered the King on some small matter had been told by Narsogalagon, in broken Westerosi, that, "Aerys only want best for realm, Lord Tywin, yes? Angry Aerys speak fire. Very bad. For me. For you. For everybody." It was supposed to be a joke, but no one at court laughed, least of all the prickly, vengeful Lannister Lord.

But Aerys had been delighted, and when he asked them if he was a dragon in human form, Nars answered in broken Westerosi: "Yes, you dragon, your grace. Now, about those Arbor Reds…" That day, Maesters found what a Dragon's vomit looked like.

But the Red Keep's Dragons were not the only ones that attracted attention. Blaugh and his wandering group of dragons, too, were making news wherever they went, and lords and small folk often followed them if only to see the wonders of a dragon from afar.

At first, Blaugh and his group tried to avoid them, but that only made men more determined. One day, they rested somewhere in Riverlands, weary of last night's flight. When a young orphan girl – either out of courage or madness - approached them, Blaugh, out of amusement, allowed her. The girl, who wore only torn roughspun, touched the dragon's face and was filled with awe. With tear-filled eyes, thanked him, for he had given her grief, grey life wonder and awe. She then gave him a copper penny. "Here lord Dragon. It is all I have. Take it."

Feeling pity, Blaugh took the coin, before asking her: "You like fly?"

And when the little girl nodded her head, Blaugh took her upon his back and both flew for less than 3 minutes, like the old Dragon Lords of old. It was the most magical day of her life.

News of what had happened spread far and wide, and soon, many offered wealth and treasure to Blaugh. But wise Blaugh, good Blaugh, said that he would only accept a copper penny, and only from those, small folk say, are pure of heart and of good intent. In a way, that was true. Dragons can smell cruelty and kindness the way dogs can, and Blaugh preferred the latter to the former.

Soon, Blaugh was called the Copper Coin Dragon, and he bore children, septons, hedge knights, measters, and even a few lords. The other Dragons in the entourage, too, took up the practice of a copper for 3 minutes of flight, and soon, the Copper Coin Dragon and his entourage had endeared themselves to the realm. Wherever Blaugh's group went, people would come, often with gifts. Lords came, of course, but so did small folk, and the Dragons always chose their customers at random to prevent what Blaugh called "bad feeling."

When one Stormlord complained that they should pay special attention to the Lords, Blaugh signaled to Andrung, a younger white dragon about the size of a living room, to give him the special treatment. Andrung gave the lord a ride, he flew so fast that by the time it was over, the man was vomiting the contents of his breakfast.

One day, as Blaugh passed through King's Landing, he and his group decided to rest in the ruins of the Dragon Pit. There, waiting for him, was the Princess Rhaenys, along with her mother, her ladies and Prince Lewyn Martell. Unafraid, the little Princess walked forward alone, and gave Blaugh three copper coins, to the amusement of the other dragons, who lounged in the Dragon Pit in the warm morning sun.

Blaugh bore Rhaenys, her mother and Prince Martell for three minutes. The young girl had managed to enchant Blaugh and his entourage, and they would rendezvous in the ruined structure every two days or so with Elia and a Whitecloak for three minutes of flight. And afterwards they would speak with the resting dragons, sharing stories and histories.

Two weeks passed, and Blaugh gained the reputation of being the Princess' Dragon, whereas Narsologalagon was known as the King's Dragon. When these rumors were shared with Aerys, he laughed. "My Balerion is almost twice the size of that old crippled beast. Let the little sandspawn have him. The largest Dragon's are mine!"

And so, in a matter of two weeks, Blaugh was 'claimed' by Princess Rhaenys, though some may say he claimed her. He and the dragons who traveled him continued the tradition of wandering Westeros and selling copper coin rides, but little Rhaenys now had his special affection.


Blaugh landed on the ruins of the Dragon Pit with a thud, with a laughing Rhaenys, Elia and Lewyn Martell at his back. Two other smaller dragons landed a moment later, also bearing riders – a merchant and a hedgeknight. Nearby was a small pile of copper coins, along with gifts great and small (including dead goats, chicken and even a cask of wine) to the Copper Coin Dragon and his entourage.

With the sun fading in the horizon and most of the other dragons lounging about in rest, Blaugh gave a sign to everyone still in Pit that they were closing shop. Their customers were disappointed but they left without rancor, first bowing to their Princess and then at the Dragons.

Blaugh looked at his riders, saw Lewyn smiling and Rhaenys drowsy on her mother's arms. Normally, they summon their guards and begin the return home but Lewyn signaled to his men, who stood a little far away from the dragons, to remain there.

Blaugh sighed at this, already suspecting what they wished to talk about. He went down on his haunches, and Elia summoned one of her ladies to take Rhaenys while they spoke with the dragon.

"Lord Blaugh, did you also give rides in your Middle Earth?" Lewyn asked suddenly, smiling up at him, his olive skin healthy on his regal face.

"Yes, I learn it make people like dragon. No want enemy or war. So give ride, understand?"

"Understand!" The knight answered. "Was this before the 'Bad Wizard?' Before Sauron?"

Blaugh sighed. Two days ago, after their usual flight, he and Rhaenys had a long discussion about the "Bad Wizard."

"What happened to your hand, Lord Blaugh?" Rhaenys had asked suddenly. Her mother chided her, but Blaugh had assured her that it was fine.

Blaugh frowned at the question. "It complicated. World dragon come from have powerful wizard. Bad wizard. He want dragon fight war."

"If that wizard comes here, my father will fight him," Rhaenys said suddenly. "And he will beat him."

"Rhaenys. Shhh," her mother chided.

"Lord Narsologalagon spoke of a Sauron," Princess Lewyn had interjected, curious. "Is that the same Wizard you speak of?"

Blaugh frowned again and then. "Narsologalagon talk too much, but what knight say true. Sauron fight war. Capture last free Dragons to use as slaves warriors, like his fallen master, Morgoth. Sauron say Morgoth create dragon, and he son…. No, heir. Sauron heir to Morgoth, so Dragon serve him. That lie though. Morgoth did not make dragon. He…" he tried to find the words. "He twist real dragon. Make beautiful ugly. Sane, mad."

Lewyn and Elia had many questions, but did not wish to interrupt him.

"Blaugh did not want to fight in war, so Sauron…" Again, Blaugh searched for the right words, failed and settled for grabbing his neck with his hand.

"He enslaved you," Elia offered.

"Yes! Sauron enslave dragon! Enslave with magic. When fight back, lost arm. So…" He raised his stump.

Lewyn, Elia and little Rhaenys were quiet for a moment. It was Elia, who soon broke the silence. "And the Wizards, Allatar and Palando, I mean, was it they who saved you and the others?"

"Yes, and brought us to two trees."

"The Place of Miracles?"

Blaugh nodded his head. "Yes, that place, but all this talkings bad for stomach. How about another flyings?" Rhaenys gleefully accepted the offer, and their conversation had to end.

"Why you want to talk about Sauron?" Blaugh asked, suddenly suspicious.

"Please do not think ill of us, Lord Blaugh," Elia interjected. "We just want to know…" She hesitated, as though choosing her words carefully. "We just want to know how many of the dragons in your world chose to side with Sauron."

Blaugh sighed. "Is this about Narsologalagon?"

"That is one of my concerns, yes," Elia said quietly, and her normally calm, sickly features took one a more dour tinge. "You've heard of what he did?"

Blaugh sighed. "Yes. Heard." A day ago, a man who had killed 7 whores in a brothel brawl was scheduled for execution. At the last minute, Aerys had stopped the headsman's axe . Instead, the criminal is to be sent to Balerion Reborn. At first, Narsologalagon hesitated, but upon hearing the criminal's crimes had bathed the man in dragon fire, killing him almost instantly. Aerys had been delighted, but the rest of his court had not, and neither were some of the other Dragons in Nar's little group. "Heard dead man very bad. Good dead, yes?"

"Yes, but the King has many enemies; believes he has many enemies. Some even among his own family," And there was the hidden plea.

Blaugh looked at Rhaenys, sleeping on Prince Lewyn's arms. He sighed. "I will speak with wizards. No promise, but if Nars do something stupid, get ouchy head, yes?"

"Lord Blaugh, I mean no disrespect but the King's Dragon…" Lewyn paused then corrected himself. "Narsologalagon. He and his Dragons are larger than yours."

Blaugh scoffed at that. "Nars and castle dragons not good fighter. Fighters. Like to hide." He then turned to Elia. "Worry not, Princess. When Wizards come back, we talk."

Elia smiled, before bowing deeply. Thankful. Blaugh thought that that was end of the conversation, but both remained, as though to broach another sensitive topic.

"There is another thing, Lord Blaugh, and I hope you will forgive my impertinence." Only a little bit of the sun's rays were still in the horizon. "Rhaegar. He has certain dreams…" And Elia began speaking of the Targaryen's prophetic powers. She spoke of Daenys the Dreamer, of their Valyrian heritage, of ancient prophecies, and most ominously, her husband.

"He often speaks with the sorcer… The wizards. Asks them about sorcery and prophecy. His mother and I are worried-"

"Alatar and Pallando are good wizards. No evil."

"Please lord Dragon, do not mistake me. I have spoken with your wizards, and I believe they are good people, but it is Rhaegar that I worried about. He has always been interested in the secret arts, and now with your arrival-" She lost the courage to speak, and there was an unspoken plea in her silence.

"Speak plain, princess," Blaugh said.

Lewyn touched Elia, but she smiled at him. "There are times I wish your kind had never come here," she said, before looking up at him. To her surprise, the dragon actually smiled.

"Yes. We complicate Westeros, yes? I say same thing if in your place. But you are avoiding problem. You worry about Rhaegar. Worry about prophecy and wizard? Why?"

It was Lewyn who spoke. "Rhaegar is a brave man and true, but he believes that he or his son is the prophesied hero in a coming-"

Suddenly, the dragon's eyes went wide and understanding came to him. "The Prince Who Was Promised," Blaugh cut off, and Lewyn and Elia stared at him in shock. The dragon merely shrugged. "I give ride to maesters. They pay me with copper coin and story. I not as stupid as Nars." And then he leaned closer and lowered his voice. "I think understand. Prince think King crazy, yes? Plotting to remove him? Think he prepare kingdom for monsters in dream? Think he must fight war with monsters." The dragon then seemed to chuckle. "I see now what Princess worry about. You worry father and son fight, yes? Fight with dragon and magic? Second Dance of Dragons."

Elia clenched her fists and her breathing hardened, as though she was being tried for treason. Lewyn, too, looked aghast, as though the dragon said something deeply secret.

Blaugh leaned back and sighed. "I understand now. I tell Alatar and Pallando." Blaugh looked at Rhaenys and the ladies in waiting. They were further away from them, joyfully talking to one another. One of them carried the Princess Rhaenys, who was quietly napping.

Elia and Lewyn bowed to the dragon. "Thank you my lord. Thank you," Lewyn said.

They spoke other matters, of Narsologalagon and his growing relationship with the King, of Wizards and their magic, of the Weirwood and the Mallorn. When twilight became evening, a guard came to them with a torch and both said their goodbyes to the dragon.

Before they left though, Blaugh gave Elia a parting message. "Not all dreams of monsters false, Princess. In Middle Earth, sometimes dreams come true, and monsters real. Very real. Perhaps true in here as well."