Chapter 8: Leaving the Sea of Grass
The arrival of the dragons had solidified Daenerys's position as a figure of immense power and awe. The remnants of Drogo's khalasar, along with many who had splintered off, now flocked to her banner. They called her the Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt.
Viserys stood by her side, no longer the bitter, resentful exile, but a steadfast protector and trusted advisor. His knowledge of Westeros and his surprising affinity for the dragons proved invaluable. He had shed the title of Beggar King and embraced a new identity, one intertwined with Daenerys and their fire-breathing children.
The Dothraki sea, once their prison, now felt too small. Daenerys yearned for Westeros, for the land that was rightfully hers. With Jorah Mormont's counsel and Viserys's unwavering support, she began to plan their journey across the Narrow Sea.
The five dragons, now large enough to carry riders, were their greatest asset, a visible symbol of their power. Viserys, surprisingly agile despite his build, found himself able to ride the bronze dragon, its fiery breath a comforting warmth against his skin. Daenerys rode the largest, the black dragon, whose presence exuded a regal authority.
As they prepared to leave, Daenerys sought out Viserys. They stood beneath the vast Dothraki sky, the five dragons circling overhead. She turned to him, her hand finding his. "Whatever awaits us across the sea," she said, her gaze filled with a love that mirrored his own, "we will face it together."
He squeezed her hand, his bone claws briefly extending and retracting beneath his glove. "Always, Dany," he vowed. "Always."