The Stables

She found Maekar of Dragonstone already there, tapping his foot while a pair of grooms saddled and bridled his horse. He was dressed in black and red, and Vigilance hung at his side. His wore his usual black eye patch with a dragon embroidered with red thread, and his left sleeve was pinned back covering his stump.

Maekar nodded in response to her acknowledgement, and when she spoke again, he stared at her for a long moment until she looked away. "Lady Velaryon," he replied. "It is also a pity, about your father. He was a good man, and it is said that he died in battle."

"Not particularly, Lady Velaryon, we only had occasion to meet when I reported on the army's progress to the Small Council, and even it was your uncle the Hand to whom I primarily reported," he replied, resting on Vigilance's black hilt while he glared at the stable hands who were clearly too slow for him.

"I am actually headed down to the Dragonpit, I mean to fly back to Oldtown in a few days and I want to be sure Cyrax has suffickently regained his strength for the journey," he replied. "May I was from where you are returning?"

"It would be wise to keep a few dragons in the south, if for no other reason than to remind the people to whom they submit and why," Maekar replied. "Though there are a number of men who must be hunted down before the realm is truly at peace, I will have to follow what leads I find."

"The queen remained, but we would be wise to maintain more than a single dragon in the south at a time, at least for now," he said.

"There were some of the Faith who were not in Oltown when it fell, and have likely taken to banditry since then. Only the most zealous will keep fighting now, but they will do so until they are killed and it is said that a desperate and cornered animal is the most dangerous," he added in response to her second question.

Maekar shrugged although he knew the true answer. "I cannot speak for him, but I take no easier in killing. Even the King's enemies. We all do what we must, however," he said.

"And you as well, Lazdy Velaryon," he replied, mounting his horse and riding out the gates.

Dany had left for the entrance of the stables when she noticed the silver-haired man. He looked and dressed like a noble, which made her assume he was another one of the Targaryen cousins, although which one of them was another thing. "Good day, Ser," she said with a slight smile in passing.

Stopping, she glanced over her shoulder to see if Maekar was in their line of sight. Deciding it not to be the case, she turned to the young knight again. "Daenerys Velaryon. May I know yours?"

"Ah.. not really, I just came that way. Ser Maekar of Dragonstone was there, getting ready to ride out. I just got back from the countryside," she smiled a little. "May I ask what brings you here?"