Viserys Targaryen

He looked at the sea snake, and could feel a headache coming on, despite the medical brandy provided by Mavon being highly effective at treating and soothing them along with a host of other ills. Still, he nodded thoughtfully. "So. I will repeat this, as you have to admit that parts of it sound a touch fantastical." It probably said more than anything else that the proud lord of Driftmark did not seem offended. "So, from the start of your tale. Our mutual grandson appeared on your chambers aboard the Sea Snake, having seemingly stepped out of the closet."

He paused half a moment, as what did it say that... "Appearing inside a moving ship that had not been near Kings Landing in months. Nor any resupply vessel from Westeros. The same with all the attendant ships in your fleet." At the nod, he had to agree, this was fairly standard for their grandson. "Which is when we get to the..." He looked out over Blackwater Bay, where the scaled head poked out of the water, seemingly looking into his eyes. "Well, he is a dragon rider apparently, even if not in the traditional sense."

Because as much as he would like to, he couldn't ignore the evidence of his own eyes. To say nothing if the reactions among the lords and small folk, even if things have been in a state of terrified calm, as if hoping the massive predator would not notice them if they were quiet and still enough. Still, he would have to ask that they leave the harbour before it interferes too much with ship traffic. "Still, seeking to assist you in taking the Stepstones and in the progress win himself glory, he asked you to identify the important locations that the could use a dragon supporting your efforts."

A very meaningful pause. "Except over the course of a week he merely destroyed the fleets and fortresses that Dorne and the Triarchy had on the islands, presenting you with the heads of their captains and lords. But." His eyes moved from Corlys to a happy and smiling man beside him. "His blood was roused and he mentioned that to prevent the next war a strike was needed. And so he went to recruit the..." He paused, as the man's smile widened, eyes gleaming with mirth and pleasure, even as the king internally sighed, head aching. "Premier experts of looting, pillaging and plundering in Westeros."

The thing was, even as they all looked at the Iron Born in the court, to say nothing of the widely smirking Dalton Greyjoy, was that said iron islanders seemed to be pleased with that mark of distinction. And so his eyes darted over Mavon, who seemed entirely relaxed. "You arrived, proceeded to thrash each lord and longship captain bloody before doing something to their ships and dragging every reaver in the islands behind you even as you dove into a whirlpool that spat the entire fleet out into the harbour of Tyrosh."

He paused a moment. "Where you proceeded to attack like sharks that scented blood in the water." On the one hand, he was impressed in the sense that it was likely that the Triarchy was not going to be a threat in the future. However, and just as importantly. "After sacking the city nearly to the bedrock, using crow-bars on to remove everything that was nailed down into sacks and chests far larger on the inside, you proceeded to do the same to Lys and Myr under the cover of a summoned storm."

The Greyjoy shrugged. "I've been telling people for years the storm is coming. Didn't quite expect it to be the Storm God."

Oh yes, THAT headache. Because apparently the Iron Born were worshiping his grandson as their Storm God made flesh. In addition to the faith of the seven being torn between him being the warrior, the stranger or a demon made manifest in the world. Which truthfully had already been brewing for years at this point due to his antics with the dragons, but was now at a fever pitch. So he slugged back a good quarter of the brandy bottle. Frankly, he welcomed the burn as much as the cool and soothing tingles. One thing at a time. "Which is when Daemon arrived and in a foul humor."

His brother was glaring at his grandson, and if the rogue prince possessed even a small part as much mystical might as the prince of storms, the much younger man would be dead. "And which is when Mavon sought to indulge his well known habit of fighting dragons." The fact that his grandson was sometimes called 'The Dragon's Bane' was a source of annoyance due to the house being dragon riders. "As it is, Caraxes lasted longer than most of your sparring partners?"

Oh yes, his brother was seething, but brother? "Brother. Daemon. This young man fights dragons unarmed and emerges the victor enough that there are mummers plays and bards about it. You had just watched him, based on the witnesses, grip Caraxes shoulder and leg, slamming him backwards before continuing to manhandle a dragon several times his size in unarmed combat. You had just seen him beat your dragon to unconsciousness without a care in the world or major injury. He is not going to be intimidated by you." He paused a moment. "Be proud that mighty and fierce Caraxes lasted longer because..."

He rolled his wrist, looking at his grandson, who had a little smile playing about his lips. "I wanted to savor it, as its been a while since I had a new sparing partner and wanted it to last."

Now, on the one hand, that did not do Daemon's temper any favors. On the other hand, every lady in the court was sending young Mavon very interested glances now. He would take what he could get. "Very well. And would the whirlpool that transported the Iron Born fleet have anything to do with your habit of suddenly appearing where you please?"

The young man nodded. "I know some shortcuts, even if the bigger ones take a lot more effort. That and I'm honestly surprised that there were battles for their lives and souls mid-transit, but then they may be suppressing the memories."

Now, the Iron Born are turning to face him. And it is Dalton that speaks, his tone low and thoughtful. "Our lives and souls?"

Still, Mavon shrugs. "We literally skimmed the surface of the sea's outside the bounds of the mortal plane. Quickly yes, and inside a bubble of my will, but we were a bunch of living souls traveling across dark seas. There is a reason I told you lot to be quiet and not light any fires."

Now, as many, including himself are more disturbed than enlightened, he decided to just ask one more question. "And the reason why some of the Iron Born have lightning dancing along their bodies and hands?"

Now, he looked a little shifty. "They may have suckered me into a game of dice and I may have repaid my gambling debts by hooking them up to the Storm Eternal."

He looked at his grandson. And then at the assembled court. "Court is over. All save for my Kingsguard and grandson leave us, We need to speak privately."