Aegon stood on a path way watching two of his children fly over the ocean, their sounds and presence soothing his soul, one of the very few comforts he has in his life. His mind going over what his Hand said about the dragon glass, he never even heard of it until now, and he had no use for it personally. But if it could appease the Northern Queen in some way, then it might give them some head way towards an alliance he seeks to recover some of his losses with the Iron Islands and Dorne.

A voice broke him out of his thought, "Must be an amazing thing to see." Aegon looked behind him to see Lyra walking down the steps in slow and precise movements, her hand trailing the stone beside her. He took note of the absence of her Ghost as she got closer, "Good day, Your Grace." she greeted as the wind gently blew her heavy fur lined cloak behind her, her gaze fixed on the sounds his children made over the water.

"How did you know it was me standing here?" Aegon asked, surprised she knew who it was she was approaching.

"You smell of ash and smoke." Lyra answered as she came to stand beside the King, overlooking the ocean, "I'll admit, I was anticipating a more burnt smell when we first met. Glad I was wrong." she voiced her thoughts, not turning to him as Aegon raised an eyebrow at her, "I'll take that as a compliment."

Lyra didn't smile, she just continued staring off into the distance, "Must be nice, seeing them. How many people can say they've seen a dragon and lived to tell about it?" she asked in wonder, switching on her inner sight to see the dragon's souls again, and what she saw resembled fire dancing and flying about, one was green, while the other was white. It was truly a beautiful sight to see, but she would prefer to see the dragons with human eyes.

Aegon stared at the look of wonder on her face, probably imagining what his dragons look like. "I named them for my brothers, Viserys and Rhaegar. They're both gone now." Aegon explained who his children were named after, returning looking between the winged creatures to the blind woman who seemed to be in her own world.

"You lost two brothers as well?" Aegon asked, remembering the reports surrounding the Red Wedding and the Battle of Bastards.

Lyra blinked, coming out of her trance, switching off her inner sight as she nodded and said, "There were six of us in total. Three sons, three daughters. The alpha of our litter was murdered by House Frey and House Bolton at the Red Wedding. The youngest pup..." she clenched her hand that was on the stone into a tight fist, straining the material of her glove, "...murdered in a sick game by the Bolton's bastard." Aegon saw Lyra's glare behind her bangs, "Both Houses are dead now, winter came for them as promised." her voice was cold as the wind blew her hair out of her eyes for a moment before hiding them again.

"What about your other siblings?" Aegon asked, watching Lyra's cold expression as she thought about her pack. "Arya and Bran are nowhere to be found. I know not whether they are dead or alive. Sansa and I are the last of our...Lord Father's House." she paused, reminding herself she's not trueborn like her lady sister.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Aegon said sincerely, sympathizing with her, "One horrible thing we have in common, being the last of our Houses."

"Hm." Lyra nodded as the dragons screeched in the distance, "If only I could see them with my own eyes."

Aegon returned his gaze back to watch his children, "People thought that dragons were gone forever, but here they are." he glanced at Lyra, "Perhaps we should be examining what we think we know."

Lyra finally turned her head in his direction, "You've been talking to Tyrion." she stated, remembering her last conversation with the dwarf.

"He is my Hand." Aegon stated, crossing his arms over his chest as Lyra added, "He enjoys talking."

"We all enjoy what we're good at." Aegon said, being met with a silent pause from Lyra until she whispered, "I don't." Aegon turned to her in question, wondering what she meant by that, but from the expression on her face, he decided not to ask.

"You know I'm not going to let Cersei stay on the Iron Throne." Aegon said, addressing the elephant in the room, knowing they would be having this conversation at some point.

"I never expected you to." Lyra responded, leaning against the stone. "And I haven't changed my mind on which kingdoms belong to that throne." Aegon added, fixing his stare on hers as she shook her head, "I haven't either." she said, giving him a firm look as the wind blew their hair to the side.

Lyra sighed, "Had things been different, I'd have marched my people down South to take off Cersei's head personally. That way, my family and my people would have gotten the justice that has been denied after what that bitch allowed to happen to their Liege Lord. Her foul actions created the chain of events that led to the Kingdoms' destruction." she said vehemently, surprising Aegon by how vengeful she sounded. "But I can't because I have bigger problems to deal with. Besides..." she looked to the side in thought, "...someone else has already staked their vengeance on Cersei's life."

"Who?" Aegon asked, watching her stare off into another world again. Lyra let out another sigh, "I don't know. I was unable to see their face, all I know is that Cersei has been on their list for quite some time...and they'll be the one that gets the pleasure of killing the bitch." she cryptically said, remembering the dream she has been having the last couple of nights this week. Their back was to her, she couldn't tell if they were male of female as they stood over a dead lioness with its blood staining their sword before they began skinning the corpse.

Her words generated more questions than answers. What does that even mean? How could she see them if she was blind? But he stilled his tongue, deciding against asking questions she probably doesn't have the answers to. "I will allow you to mine the dragon glass and forge weapons from it." Lyra glanced at Aegon when he said this, "Any resources or men you need I will provide." he said, watching as Lyra's face held a hint of surprise and relief.

"Thank you, Your Grace." she whispered, letting out a quiet relieved sigh, happy that her people will finally get the weapons they need to fight back.

Aegon turned away from her blind gaze to look out at the sea, "So you believe me then? About the Night King and the Army of the Dead?" Lyra asked, hoping he finally believed her if he was allowing her to mine the dragon glass.

"You better get to work Lyra Snow." Aegon said instead of answering, not wanting to be dragged back into that topic at the moment.

Lyra sighed, but nodded her head, knowing that is all she'll be getting for now before she started walking away to find Ser Davos.

Aegon glanced at her retreating back one last time, the fur lined cloak she wore made her look much smaller than she already was in comparison to everyone around her. He breathed out through his nose before tearing his eyes away from her form to stare up at his children.


Lyra walked aimlessly around the castle after she ordered her men to scour the island and find the dragon glass mine. She didn't have Ghost with her because she knew he needed to hunt, to stay in touch with his wild side and keep up his strength. He's been around her more often after losing her sight, acting as her guard and protector, as well as a second set of eyes for battle, and she trusts his judgment on people more than anyone. Recently though, whenever she sleeps, she dreams that she is running through the woods, and she would sometimes catch a shadow, or a reflection of Ghost staring at her through a puddle of water.

She tried not to think about her dreams because she sees them as cruel reminders of what she could not have back. She's grateful to her inner sight, but there are moments when she misses seeing through human eyes. The dreams she has felt too real, yet she knew they were not, because in most of them, there is always some animal that talks. For example, one showed her a huntsman finding a bear that was slowly and painfully being imprisoned in stone, turning into a statue. Taking pity on the creature, the huntsman broke off the stone, little by little, freeing the bear while repeating the words, "You are not dying today." After the bear was free from the being turned into stone, he and the huntsman went their separate ways. Another dream depicted a lion with a glimmering golden paw conversing with a rose after he trampled the rest of the garden. Strangely enough, the flower spoke, mocking and laughing at the lion, "I never seen the poison work before." were the rose's last words before it withered away into dust.

She found herself outside again, the went caressing her face and moving her cloak around. She closed her eyes and breathed in, her nose picking up the Eastern smell of the Dothraki and Unsullied that were stationed on different parts of the fortress...and steel. She is able to recognize the scent of steel weapons anywhere. With her heightened sense of smell, she was able trace where it was strongest in one spot. Following her nose, she walked along the stone pathway, her hand on the stone and boots allowed the vibrations to help her see where she was going as she got closer to where the steel was located, the sound of men sparring as metal came in contact with metal meeting her ears. Standing over the yard with her hand on the stone, the movement from the fighters rang through her body, creating a picture of shapes moving within her mind as they danced around each other, a sword in hand. From the smell the wind carried, she knew they were Dothraki, and the sound of their blades cutting through the air was much different than Northern swords.

Sounds hit surfaces all around her, painting shapes and textures and where they are located within her mind as she walked down the stone steps that led to the training arena. When she reached the ground, she heard the rattling of metal in wooden holders as the wind hit them. Turning her head in the direction of the sound, she moved in a ghost-like manner, walking just outside of the fights.

Some of the Dothraki stopped their fighting when they saw the Northern Queen come down, many of them heard whispers about how she was a warrior, yet was also blind. They watched her walk around the yard towards where the training swords were hung up, her movements were fluid and without hesitance as she stopped in front of said swords.

For a long moment, she stared ahead of her until she slowly raised her right hand, fingers twitching to hold a weapon its been denied of. Her finger tips brushed against the hilt of one of the practice swords, while it wasn't Lord Commander Mormont's Long Claw, touching the hilt brought up recent battles her body subconsciously remembers. Her hand encircled the hilt before she carefully pulled it out of the rack, the familiar weight of the sword bringing a strange comfort to her as she held it horizontally in one hand. Her other hand came up to blade of the sword, her fingers smoothing over the cold metal surface, her mind flashing back to her training with her brother Robb Stark, and in the courtyard with her Night's Watch brothers.

Feeling a presence behind her, spun on her foot, twirling the practice sword in her hand to meet the curved blade of a Dothraki who blocked it on reflex. Everyone's eyes widened at the surprisingly quick movement of the blind Northern Queen. She smiled a little, hearing the sounds of surprise from the warriors present. While she couldn't understand their words, she could only guess what they were saying in regards to her fighting abilities.

"Fight?" The Dothraki in front of her spoke in broken common tongue, making her smile from behind her bangs, "Fight." she nodded, her sword leaving the Dothraki's blade beforemaking her way to the middle of the yard, undoing her fur cloak in one hand and letting it fall to the ground. The rest of the warriors cleared out to give the Northern Queen and Dothraki who challenged her some space. Standing at the center, she turned to face her opponent, noting the change in smeel of the weapon he was wielding, realizing that he also picked up a practice sword to avoid injuring the White Wolf. She smiled, taking her battle stance, feeling the Dothraki do the same. After a moment of respective silence, the Dothraki charged with a battle cry.


Ser Davos sped walk around the castle looking for the Northern Queen to tell her they've found the cave that had the mountain of dragon glass as Tarly's raven scroll informed them. When Lyra ordered him and the Winterfell soldiers to find the dragon glass mine, he immediately jumped at the opportunity to find the material that can save the country from the Long Night. The moment he and the soldiers found the cave and the larger than life dragon glass, he immediately sprinted out of said cave to give the Queen the best news she could ever hope for.

"Ser Davos." The Onion Knight was broken out of his thoughts when he was about to pass by the Dragon King who, to the older man's embarrassment, didn't take notice of until the silver haired man spoke.

"Your Grace." Ser Davos bowed in respect as the man nodded his head to him in greeting then asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

The Onion Knight looked sheepish as he answered, "I'm looking for the Northern Queen to tell her we found the dragon glass." he said to the King, purposely using her well earned title that made the latter's eyebrows furrow in response.

"Lyra Snow doesn't waste time, does she?" Aegon rhetorically said, somewhat impressed with the quick work in finding the dragon glass she came to this island for. "Aye, today or never." Ser Davos said before snapping his fingers, "You know, those would make very good House words." he said as Aegon laughed under his breath.

"Walk with me Ser Davos, there are some things I wish to discuss with you." Aegon said, giving the man no room to argue as they walked side by side down the corridor, resuming the latter's journey. "I find myself curious, Ser Davos of House Seaworth, that a man from Flea Bottom ended up in the North to serve as an advisor to a Liege Lord's bastard turned Queen." Aegon stated, curious how a man from the South found himself in the position he is in today.

Ser Davos let out a sigh before he began his explanation, "As you're probably aware, there were contenders fighting for the Iron Throne." Aegon nodded, his expression even, "One of them I served was Stannis Baratheon." The Onion Knight said, looking down as sadness filled his voice, "I know what you're probably thinking, why would a man like me trade one King to serve a Queen. Well it's not that simple. Neither was it easy." he glanced at the Dragon King who listened intently, "See, I met Stannis twenty years ago during the Rebellion when Storm's End was under siege, he and his soldiers, even his wife were starving to death. They ate what they could, horses, dogs, cats, even rats. Thinking about such a fate befalling men where they wasted away reminded me of the children who starved to death on the streets of Flea Bottom." Ser Davos swallowed, "So, I did what any self righteous fool would do, I packed a small sailboat full of onions and potatoes and smuggled them into Storm's End. Many of the men cried, some of them wanted to kiss me...thank Gods they didn't." Aegon chuckled, "Later on, after the siege was finally lifted, Stannis summoned me and offered me a lordship, a keep, and future for my son. Though my crimes as a smuggler could not be forgotten." He said, holding up his right hand to show the King the nubs of his chopped off finger tips. "Justice was served to me, and I served as a loyal friend and advisor to Stannis." Ser Davos explained as Aegon's wide eyes before he exclaims, "Man chops off your fingers and you fall in love with him?" Ser Davos chuckles in his throat at the familiar incredulous words before composing himself, "Strange, I know. But I owed everything to him, he made me who I am, raised me up from nothing."

Aegon could see admiration in the man's face as he talked about Stannis before asking, "What happened? What brought you from there to the North?" Ser Davos let out a long sigh, "Boltons ambushed him before he could lay siege to Winterfell. I wasn't with him when he died, I was at the Wall trying to talk Lyra into convincing the Free Folk to fight for Standish, and by then it was already too late." He sadly said, remembering his King and friend. "I loved the man, truly I did. I believed he would make fair and just King instead of the ones that sat on the Iron Throne before." He shook his head, "But he had too many demons whispering in his head. So in the end, it was Stannis that killed Stannis."

Aegon was silent throughout the Onion Knight's story, and while he was slightly bothered by the prospects of another that was fighting for the Throne, he understood why this man was loyal to his friend. "And Lyra Snow, what made her so different from the King you previously served?" he asked, watching as Ser Davos breathed out a small laugh.

"When I met her, she went by the name Jon Snow, sworn brother of the Night's Watch." Aegon nodded, "I heard from my Hand that she snuck her way into service to guard the Wall." he stated as Ser Davos smiled fondly, "Yes, the moment I met her, I knew she was no man, no man could be that pretty. Stannis knew instantly as well, too smart to ever be fooled by that kind of disguise. But we kept our mouths shuts because we needed her alive to convince the Mance Ryder, the King Beyond the Wall, to bend the knee. She tried of course, she wanted to save the man and his people, but he refused, and he was sentenced to burn at the stake." Ser Davos turned to Aegon, "But Lyra Snow didn't allow him to die like that. Just as the flames reached him, she shot an arrow into his heart, killing him herself as a show of mercy. Defying Stannis' orders like that takes a lot of guts and courage to do the right thing and give a man a more humane end." he said, remembering what almost happened, and the relief he felt for the man who was spared a fiery death.

Aegon pictured what the Onion Knight described to him and couldn't help respect the woman who, without hesitance, defied a man of power to do the right thing. "Stannis wasn't happy, obviously," Ser Davos said, shaking his head, "but he was unable to punish her anymore than she already was with her position and her secret. Shortly after, she was voted as Lord Commander Jon Snow, she was good at it, and everyone respected her." He paused, "That is, until she permitted the Wildlings to pass the Wall, something no Lord Commander has ever done in the last eight thousand years."

"Because of the Night King and White Walkers." Aegon stated, knowing already what he was about to hear as Ser Davos nodded, "Aye, that is right. I never saw the Night King myself, but I believe the words of a woman who willingly ventured past the Wall to meet with the Wildlings and came back with them following behind her. Someone who would do something that extreme must have a very damn good reason for that, no matter how angry the Night's Watch was at her action." He sighed, "Because of her compassion for Wildlings, there was a mutiny. A young boy she trusted with her secret told the brothers and branded her a traitor." he looked down in sadness, "She got out of it alive, but it left some scars behind. So, she was released from the vows she made as Jon Snow, who, for all intents and purposes, is dead." he said, telling half-truths. "After she killed the traitors, she was ready to leave for Essos, and I was ready to go back to wherever I started. We both were ready to give up. But then, Sansa Stark showed up and gave her a reason to fight, to keep living." He smiled a little, "I stayed by her side to help her dethrone the Boltens and take back the North from that tyrant, and she did. She united the Northern Houses and Wildlings with a common goal, freedom from fear, and took back her family's home." He smiled with pride as he remembered the Stark banners being hung on the walls again while the Bolton banners burned in a pile.

"After that battle was won, the Northern Lords declared Lyra Snow as Queen, not for her blood or birthright, she has no birthright, she's a damn bastard. All those hard sons of bitches chose her as their leader because they believe in her." Ser Davos said, "She united all the living North for one cause: survival. Even before she became Queen, she was a protector, she puts the lives of everyone before her own. The monsters you don't believe in, she's faced those things for the good of her people, risked her very life and took a knife in the heart for her people. A Queen who is willing to give her life for her people is worth following because out of all the Kings I've met, she's practically the only one who isn't fighting over a chair." Ser Davos said with passion and reverence towards the woman who was declared Queen. Realizing what he said to Aegon who raised an eyebrow at the last part of his sentence, "No offence, Your Grace."

Aegon nodded, "That's quite alright. I wanted to know what she did that made her worthy of the crown. Don't worry, this was merely to satisfy my own curiosity, I'm not going to use this against her." he added, catching a look of worry on Ser Davos' expression. "I want her to swear fealty to me so we can save this country from Cersei, and I need her to be an ally in order to do that. You say she's a damn bastard with no birthright to anything. But if she bends the knee, I can legitimize her as a Stark and make her Wardeness of the North." he said, immediately coming up with a solution that can satisfy both rulers.

"Puh-Haha!" Ser Davos released an unexpected laugh before coughing into his hand to mask his offensive reaction. Aegon glanced at him in surprise and question as the old man coughed again, "Is something wrong?" he asked, knowing he heard a laugh from the Onion Knight.

Ser Davos cleared his throat, "Apologies, Your Grace, but that will most definitely not work. Trust me, Stannis made that same offer when he solicited her help in taking back the North to have more allies backing his claim. If that didn't work then, it's not going to work now. She puts honor, duty and her people's needs above her selfish desires. I'm just saying." he added as Aegon stared at him incredulously as his plans were dashed instantly.

Aegon breathed out an exasperated laugh before facing forward, "A woman who refuses to be legitimized for the sake of her people. Most people jump at such an opportunity when presented to them. I don't know whether to find this irritating or intriguing." he said, bewildered and fascinated by this woman.

"Another reason why she's Queen in the North." Ser Davos commented as Aegon turned to him in response before the Onion Knight spoke again, "You yourself became King for a reason, and I know it's not just your dragons you brought back into the world. If destiny brought you back to these shores, it has made Lyra Snow Queen in the North. You're both here for one purpose, and that is to save Westeros from both Cersei and the Long Night."

Aegon smiled before another thought came to him, "There's something else I've been wondering about. When the Northern Lords declared her as their Queen, did they realize her... condition?" he asked, not sure how else to phrase the question.

"Oh that? They didn't notice until after a while, then they slowly started to notice the signs." Ser Davos answered before laughing, "The looks on their faces were priceless when they learned of what happened to her eyes, even more so when they hear of what happened when she faced off against Ramsay at the end of the Battle of Bastards." At Aegon's questioning look, he added, "I wasn't there, but there were many witnesses, Lady Sansa included. When Ramsay shot three arrows at her in close range, she caught each of them in her hand without blinking as she walked towards him before he was beaten to bloody mess." Ser Davos said in amazement as Aegon's eyes widened at the recount as the old knight added "Anyone who is able to catch a weapon like that in the dark is definitely someone you want to take seriously in battle."

That single sentence made something go off inside Aegon's head as realization came onto his face, "Wait, she was already blind at that point?"

Ser Davos nodded, "Yes. Don't ask me to explain how she is still a fighter, because I don't know either. You can try asking her, she'll tell you exactly what I told you just now. Someone who can still wield a sword and defeat her enemies without the use of her sight is a legend in itself. The last person who thought to underestimate her ended up on their arse...which was quickly followed by four more who dared to spar with her."

Before Aegon could question him further on the matter, the founds of swords clashing and cheers met his ears, making him look forward to see they were outside over the training yard with Missandei and Tyrion watching overhead. Walking over to his advisors, he looked over the stone balcony to see what they were watching, his eyes widened at what he saw. There, in the center of the yard, stood Lyra Snow surrounded by three Dothraki Blood Riders and two Unsullied soldiers. She held a practice sword in her hand, legs parted in a battle stance as she waited for someone to make the next move. Off to the side, he saw some Dothraki nursing their injuries as they cheered on the fight.

Ser Davos came to stand beside where Tyrion stood, he didn't share their surprised looks, instead, he laughed under his breath, "This is the Queen's way of relaxing." he said, leaning comfortably to watch the fight. All three of them glanced at him in question before returning their gaze to the Queen's fight.

"How long have they been at it?" Aegon asked Missandei and Tyrion who answered, "A little while ago. She has already bested six Dothraki and three Unsullied." the dwarf said with an impressed nod, not taking his eyes off the Queen.

Lyra held her sword as she faced off against her latest opponents, she heard every breath, felt their thundering hearts through the ground, and smelled their warrior sweat. She knew there were five men surrounding her, and while this may not seem like a fair fight, she felt they were evenly match in light of her...other ability. Premonitions, as she and Sansa liked to call it from the stories Old Nan told them as children of how the First Men would see things before they happened, which made them fearsome warriors who can predict the attacks of their opponents instantly. She and her sister tested it out numerous times while in the Godswood where the red head would throw snow balls at her to see if she can catch or dodge the harmless makeshift weapons. With every snowball the Lady of Winterfell threw at her older sister, the Northern Queen was hardly touched by them as she dodged and threw some back in her direction whenever she caught one. Though the test was childish, it proved their arrow catching theory correct. Then the test turned into snow ball fight between the sisters who ended up laughing as they ran around the Godswood, having a sisterly moment before they assumed their roles as leaders.

Before, she didn't use her ability on her opponents in her spars, the first Dothraki didn't seem to take her seriously before he ended up flat on his back and a sword pointed at his throat. As more warriors challenged her, she began to exercise her premonitions on them, easily predicting their movements as she defeated them. Even now, she saw their attacks coming at her, moving in slow motion within her mind as she quickly dispatched their weapons and tossing them aside.

Aegon watched with wide eyes as he watched her take down her opponents before everyone, her movements faster than what was normal. Even during his years in the fighting pits, he has never seen anyone move like that, and with such speed no less. But the way she fights, every twirl and swing of the sword, the way her body moved so fluidly, with so much flexibility from the way she bends to avoid strikes coming at her. Yet she didn't rely on her sword alone, for the Dothraki she out maneuvers, she would catch hold of their long braids and pulled, throwing them off balance before sending them to the ground with a powerful kick to the side. Other times, when her sword locked with her opponent, she'd give them a clean uppercut to the jaw to make them stumble back before striking them in the ribs with her practice sword.

By the end of the match, she was panting from her spar as her opponents stayed on the ground, yielding in defeat from the strength and speed she demonstrated just now. She lowered her sword, the tip of the blade touching the ground as she stepped in front of one of her sparing partners, holding her hand out to them to help them up, after a moment, a larger hand grasped hers before she pulled them up. "Good fight." she said, bowing her head as she shook their hand. The Dothraki chuckled despite the pain in his ribs, "Good fight." he repeated before walking away to join his fellow riders as Lyra repeated the same respectful act with the others, complimenting them on their fighting styles and how she appreciates their participation.

"Am I sober? I did not just witness a blind woman take down five skilled warriors without breaking so much as a sweat." Tyrion said, not believing his own eyes as Lyra helps her opponents to their feet.

Ser Davos chuckled, "Trust me, Lord Tyrion, this is the real deal. If you'll pardon me." he said, excusing himself to walk down the stone steps to approach the Northern Queen and inform her of the dragon glass.

Aegon never took his eyes off of her, the very movements he just witnessed were nothing he's ever seen before, as though it was something from beyond this world. There was no doubting her skill with a sword, the way she practically danced with it, like she was born with it, made her dangerous, and he can only imagine the bodies of her enemy piled up on the battlefield as they fell to her sword. Skilled. Dangerous. Yet somehow, watching her fight in such a powerful style aroused him, his blood burning hot with dragon fire at the sight of her asserting her dominance in battle, standing with steel resolve and confidence. He controlled his breathing as he felt something begin to awaken, but kept a strong firm expression to hide what he was feeling.

"Your Grace?" Missandei's voice broke him out of his thoughts as he tore his eyes away from Lyra to meet the concerned gaze of his friend, "Is everything alright?" she asked, noticing how his eyes darkened suddenly when they didn't leave the Northern Queen.

Aegon swallowed his saliva as he smiled at his advisor, "I am fine Missandei. I'll be in my solar, if something urgent happens, inform me immediately." he said, trying to remain calm as he pushed himself away from the stone he was leaning over to go back inside and escape this annoying arousal that dared make itself known.

Tyrion and Missandei watched him leave before the dwarf turned to his fellow advisor, "You noticed that, right?" he asked as the latter nodded mutely, surprised at her King's sudden change in behavior. Tyrion returned his attention to Lyra who was deep in conversation with her advisor as they left the training yard together.

The dwarf let out a long sigh and said , "I fear we may be presented with another problem."


Longest chapter thus far, and I'm quite proud of it. This chapter gives Aegon some insights on how she came to be in her position and learns not to underestimate her fighting prowess. The powers within her eyes very from foresight, inner sight, and warging into Ghost without realizing it.