The Mountain of Ice and Fire

“Bertram Cao, your cavalry cannot break through Quarth's triple walls.” Littlefinger Petyr Baelish had a mischievous smile on his lips. His smile carried a mocking sneer.

“Quarth's triple walls are on par with the Wall of the North, the Titan of Braavos, the Valyrian Avenue, and the Long Bridge of Volantis. They are among the nine wonders of the world. Without dragonfire, relying on the Dothraki cavalry? Even if you have a million cavalry, they are useless in front of the triple walls,” said Jeff of the Tiger Party with a smile.

“My lords, the Dothraki can also sneak into Quarth through the city's drainage canals, not just you; the Dothraki can also sail ships now—thanks to Queen Daenerys. We can still pose as trading merchants to gain the trust of the Quarth people, and then dock our ships in their harbor…”

“Are the Dothraki still Dothraki without warhorses?” the Prince of the Summer Isles said proudly.

“Prince, my lords, the Dothraki are not good at siege warfare, not good at sailing ships, not good at being spies, but they have the support of dragons,” Daenerys said coldly, “If the Dothraki are to attack Quarth, the warships of Slaver's Bay and the dragons will fight alongside them.”

Daenerys stood up to support the Dothraki.

These people were once her subordinates.

“Your Majesty, if you support the Dothraki, then we can also find reinforcements.” The Prince of the Summer Isles said casually, “Lord Redwyne, would your navy and cannons fight alongside us to take Quarth?”

“I would be delighted, Your Highness. But the Redwyne family's navy needs the approval of His Majesty the King before it can go to war, and the cannons on the warships do not belong to the Redwyne family, but are the cannons of His Majesty the King's navy.”

Queen Jeyne Westerling said, “Your Majesty, Queen Daenerys, Your Highness, my lords, the great city of Quarth is easy to defend and difficult to attack. I suggest that everyone work together. The sea route will be attacked by the Prince of the Summer Isles and Lord Redwyne; the land route will be attacked by Queen Daenerys and the Dothraki Cao; the legion that sneaks into the great city of Quarth to act as an internal response will be led by Jeff of the Volantis Tiger Party.—This is just a small suggestion from me, everything is subject to His Majesty the King's decision.”

“I agree with the Queen's opinion. Quarth is a huge city, and the naval power and city garrison cannot be underestimated. Attacking by sea, land, and internal infiltration is the best tactic,” said the Mountain.

A deafening cheer rang out in the dining hall.

Queen Jeyne smiled and said, “My lords, since surrendering, Jeff of the Volantis Tiger Party has done a lot of practical things for the surrender of Volantis. It can be said that without the leader of the Tiger Party, Jeff, there would be no loyal Volantis and the smoothly constructed Clegane Bank branch today. His Majesty the King once promised Jeff a small dragon as a reward, and I think today is the best time to give it. In the name of the gods, with the witness of all the adults.”

Jeff was overjoyed, his neck flushed red.

The atmosphere in the dining hall suddenly became heated.

Jeff got a dragon from His Majesty the King?

Everyone couldn't believe it.

Why would a newly surrendered guy with no military merit get a dragon from the King?!

The Hound Sandor Clegane raised his wine glass, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then stood up and said, “My lords, don't guess wildly. Jeff of the Tiger Party raises tigers. When we went to Volantis to accept the surrender of the Tiger Party and the Elephant Party, I accidentally killed one of his tigers on the Long Bridge of Volantis. And that tiger was his son.”

“Even so, he doesn't deserve a dragon from the King,” the Prince of the Summer Isles said decisively.

“Jeff has done his best and been loyal in devoting himself to abolishing slavery in Volantis and promoting government affairs such as the Clegane Bank. In the Red Temple outside the Black Walls of Volantis, I learned from High Priest Benerro that Jeff's ancestors were nobles of the Valyrian Empire and possessed the bloodline of the Valyrian Imperial Family. The Valyrian Empire conquered the world with five hundred dragons, and their descendants have the blood of true dragons flowing in their veins. I hope that we can reproduce the grand occasion of raising dragons in the Valyrian Empire in our future skies. Rewarding a small dragon to Jeff of the Tiger Party, I hope to revitalize the declining dragon clan. Everyone doesn't need to guess the reason, this is the only reason: to revitalize the dragon clan.”

Beside Tyrion Lannister, the bald Polliver Clegane couldn't believe the Mountain's words. He asked the Imp: “Half-man, why can that guy named Jeff of the Tiger Party get a dragon from His Majesty the King? If Volantis refuses to surrender, we will beat them until they kneel.”

The Imp smiled: “Polliver, raising dragons is also very dangerous. I know that many people have been burned to death by dragons trying to become dragon riders. If you can't get the dragon's recognition, raising a dragon must be the most dangerous and terrifying behavior in the world. If it were me, I wouldn't dare to want it.”

“I hope the Red God can hear my prayers and let that Jeff die under dragonfire. He is not worthy of the dragon's recognition,” Polliver cursed.

Queen Jeyne ordered General Luke to blow the horn to summon the dragons. After a while, the roar of a dragon echoed in the sky.

“Everyone, follow me outside to see the dragons,” the Mountain said as he stood up.

Everyone was both in awe and fear of the dragons. With a bang, everyone stood up and rushed to the courtyard outside the palace to see the dragons flying back.

In the sky, the dragon Sheepstealer was in front, leading three young dragons and a black dragon towards them.

The three young dragons were Knight, Lady, and Vermax, and the black dragon was Daenerys Targaryen's mount, Drogon. He was larger than before, but still could not compare to Sheepstealer.

The giant dragon approached, and everyone's eyes were darkened.

The dragon's wings spread out, and the shadow cast covered the entire palace inside and out.

The dragon's might was overwhelming, and everyone was filled with fear.

Such a flying behemoth, spewing flames that could melt steel, who could resist?

No one could!

“Sheepstealer!” the Mountain shouted.

Kyu!

A soft dragon roar responded, as if it was talking to the Mountain.

The wind blew down from above, and Sheepstealer's wings fanned up a gale. He slowly landed, and the tall spires of the palace buildings seemed to touch his wings, but Sheepstealer folded his wings, glided, and landed in the palace courtyard.

Everyone's eyes suddenly brightened, the 'giant umbrella' that blocked the sky and sunlight was put away, and the light reappeared.

The black dragon Drogon circled in the sky above the palace and did not land.

The three young dragons, Lady in front, Knight in the rear, and Vermax in the middle, landed one by one.

Jeyne walked over and stretched out her hands. Lady flapped her wings and flew onto the Queen's shoulder. Her dragon claws were as sharp as thorns, clasping onto the leather shawl on the Queen's shoulder.

This was a specially made shawl, specially for the young dragons to perch on.

Daenerys looked at Lady and thought of her white dragon Viserion when he was young. Her eyes were slightly wet.

“Vermax!” Jeyne shouted.

Vermax let out a soft dragon roar, and with a whoosh, flew to the top of Jeyne's head, flapping his wings, and gently landed on Jeyne's hands.