The dragon's roar was filled with the joy and grievance of a child seeing its father.
The colossal dragon, blotting out the sky, swooped down from high above, its powerful descent creating a gale that sent the retinue sprawling.
The Guards raised their shields in terror, the warhorses neighed uneasily, but only Storm, Lynn's mount, remained as steady as a mountain.
Princess Myrcella, terrified, clung tightly to Lynn's waist, her small face buried in his chest, not daring to open her eyes.
Boom—!
The dragon landed a hundred meters in front of the retinue, making the ground tremble.
Its size was far more daunting than it had appeared in the air.
Over ten meters long, it was like a moving hill.
Its ice-blue scales shimmered with a metallic luster in the sunlight, each one the size of a shield.
What was most terrifying were its three ferocious heads.
They were no longer bickering; the largest head in the middle lowered itself, while the two slightly smaller heads positioned themselves on either side.
Six golden vertical pupils, like molten lava, all curiously yet timidly scrutinized Lynn and the small blonde child in his arms.
"Winter."
Lynn spoke in Valyrian.
The dragon let out a low whimper, and its largest middle head carefully approached.
Its enormous head, comparable to a battering ram, stopped a few meters from Lynn.
Then, slowly and gently, it pressed its snout against Lynn's chest, rubbing softly.
The movement was exactly like a large dog playfully seeking attention.
The two heads on either side were not to be outdone, eagerly pushing their way forward.
One rubbed against Lynn's arm, while the other attempted to lick his cheek.
The warm, moist breath sprayed onto Princess Myrcella's face, making her shiver and instinctively retract her neck.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Was this really the same fearsome war beast that had been fighting with itself in the sky just moments ago, radiating such immense pressure?
Princess Myrcella finally dared to peek open one eye.
She saw the three dragon heads so close, their sharp teeth longer than longswords, their golden vertical pupils more brilliant than any gem she had ever seen.
Yet, in front of Lynn, they were as docile as three unweaned kittens.
Lynn patted the largest middle head.
"Do you want to go up and see?"
Lynn lowered his head, a hint of a smile in his voice, asking Princess Myrcella in his arms.
Princess Myrcella's heart skipped a beat.
Go up?
Go where?
Onto the back of this dragon?
Fear and an indescribable excitement intertwined in her heart.
She looked into Lynn's unfathomable eyes, which held a power that made her feel incredibly secure.
As if possessed, she nodded.
Lynn smiled.
With a gentle tug of the reins, Storm, understanding his intent, took a few steps forward, coming to rest beside Winter's massive foreleg.
Holding Princess Myrcella, Lynn stepped onto the dragon's thick foreleg as if ascending stairs, easily climbing onto its broad back.
The dragon's back was not as uncomfortable as she had imagined.
A layer of down grew between the scales, making it even somewhat comfortable to sit on.
"Hold on tight."
Lynn's voice rang in her ear.
Princess Myrcella instinctively hugged Lynn's waist tighter.
Winter let out an excited roar, its enormous dragon wings suddenly spread wide, and it flapped them with all its might!
Whoosh—!
The sensation of weightlessness instantly struck!
Princess Myrcella felt her body lighten, and she was soaring through the air!
She couldn't help but let out a short shriek, burying her face even deeper.
The ground rapidly receded, and the outline of Winterfell quickly shrunk in her sight.
The biting cold wind whistled past her ears, but it was completely blocked by Lynn's broad back.
Only when Winter pierced through the clouds and soared steadily ten thousand meters above the ground did Princess Myrcella slowly dare to lift her head.
She saw it.
She saw a sight she would never forget in her life.
Below her was a boundless sea of clouds, as white as cotton.
Above her was a sky as clear blue as if freshly washed, with a golden sun suspended, radiating warm light.
The world had never been so magnificent.
"Wow..."
She involuntarily gasped in awe.
Her emerald eyes reflected the entire sky, sparkling with a light more brilliant than stars.
"Winter, give Princess Myrcella a show."
Lynn's voice was tinged with amusement.
The dragon, having received its command, let out an excited roar.
The rightmost head suddenly opened its mouth!
Whoosh—!
A thick column of fiery red flames spewed forth, like the wrath of a god, instantly burning a massive hole in the cloud sea below!
A blast of scorching hot air rushed towards them.
Princess Myrcella's small mouth gaped even wider.
This... this was dragonfire!
The dragonfire of legend, capable of melting steel and incinerating cities!
Before she could recover from the shock.
The leftmost head also opened its mouth.
This time, however, it was not flames that spewed forth.
But a stream of eerie blue cold!
Wherever the cold stream passed, the air seemed to freeze!
The edges of the cloud hole, just burned by dragonfire, instantly crystallized into countless clear ice crystals, refracting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight, beautiful as a dream.
One fire, one ice.
Two diametrically opposed extreme powers, perfectly displayed on the body of the same colossal dragon.
Just then, the largest middle head, unwilling to be outdone, raised its neck.
It also took a deep breath, its chest puffing out.
Then... "Pfft."
A small puff of black smoke, accompanied by a few sparks, weakly dribbled from its mouth.
The air instantly fell silent.
The two side heads simultaneously turned, looking at their "big brother" in the middle with an expression as if he were an idiot.
The middle head froze for a moment, seemingly also feeling a great loss of face.
It let out an indignant growl, then opened its mouth and lunged at the rightmost head.
The rightmost head dodged nimbly, then turned to provoke the leftmost head.
The three heads were once again in a playful brawl in the sky.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."
Princess Myrcella watched this scene and couldn't help but laugh.
This majestic and powerful dragon, how could it be like an overgrown child?
She leaned into Lynn's warm embrace, watching the surging sea of clouds below, watching the three dragon heads fighting among themselves, her fear long gone.
In its place was a newfound sense of wonder, peace, and adoration.
She secretly raised her head, looking at Lynn's chiseled profile.
Who exactly was this man?
He could use the most ignoble ingredients to create magical soap that drove all noblewomen wild.
He could easily defeat her peerless "uncle," Jaime.
He could even make a three-headed dragon, a creature not even found in legends, docilely submit to him like a pet.
He was the true prince.
No, he was ten thousand times more charming than all the princes in the songs... When Winter slowly descended into the courtyard of Winterfell, a group of people were already waiting anxiously.
Leading them was a young man in leather armor with a resolute face.
Robb Stark.
He watched Lynn jump down from the dragon's back, then carefully carry Princess Myrcella down, and he was completely stunned.
He opened his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say.
But in the end, he just looked at Winter, who was frantically rubbing against Lynn with its three heads, wearing a fawning expression, and he let out a complaint filled with blood and tears.
"Lynn! You bastard! You're finally back!"
Robb rushed forward, completely disregarding the noble Princess beside him, grabbed Lynn's shoulders, and shook him vigorously.
"Do you have any idea what I've been through these past few months?!"
"You call this thing a dragon? It's a bottomless pit! It's a demon!"
Robb pointed at Winter, his voice filled with despair.
"It was only four meters when it first arrived! And now? Now it's almost fifteen meters!"
"It's even taller than the walls of Winterfell!"
"Its daily food alone is enough to feed all the soldiers of Winterfell for three days!"
"All the sheep in Winterfell have been eaten by it!"
"I had no choice but to shamelessly 'borrow' from the Northern vassals!"
"Do you know how Lord Glover looked at me? He thought I was going to rebel and was stockpiling food for war!"
"And! It's not just a glutton, it's a troublemaker too!"
"Yesterday it knocked down half of Maester Luwin's stargazing tower! Just because it wanted to raid a raven's nest!"
"Those were Maester Luwin's messenger ravens, raised for decades!"
The more Robb spoke, the more agitated he became.
"I hit it, and it even dared to blow smoke at me!"
"If it weren't for the fact that you're my brother, I would have flayed it and made dragon steaks out of it long ago!"
Winter seemed to understand that Robb was badmouthing it; the middle head turned around indignantly, baring its teeth at Robb and letting out a threatening growl from its throat.
Lynn patted its neck reassuringly, and Winter immediately became docile again.
This scene further pained Robb's ravaged heart.
Why?
He had painstakingly raised it like a father and mother, and yet it was affectionate with this absentee owner!
Lynn looked at his good brother, who was on the verge of tears, then at Winter, who was guiltily rubbing its large head against him, and finally couldn't help but smile.
He walked over to Robb, patted his shoulder, and lowered his voice.
"Don't worry, Robb."
"This time, I've brought you quite a few gold dragons, enough to cover Winter's food expenses."
"Come on, let's go inside and talk."
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