The Pirate-Hunting Squadron

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After searching for sometime the day after, Rhaena, Dany and Trajan finally caught sight of some boats, which could be recognisable, maybe, as the ships Dany had leant to Baelon for anti-piracy. She was not worried about them doing anything, particular, and swooped down closer down.

"Is that them?" She asked Dany, looking round.

Rhaena followed her down, and parked Tyraxes a short ways away from Mithrax. She had considered keeping flight and staying in the air, but the dragonbone had probably been a bit cumbersome for the poor thing.

"Shall we get this done so we can go back?" She asked Dany, thinking she should lead to start with, as they were her ships, and they were the ones in partnership. She could always step in when it got to matters of fealty.

Despite everything that had happened in the duration of the last 48 hours, Dany gave a small laugh at his words. "Cousin," she greeted. "A lot has happened since you left. Princess Rhaena is a queen now."

"You were not to know," Rhaena excused, "There has been a complication," Rhaena said, sounding almost as if the thing were trivial, "Maekar has declared himself king, and so it seems war shall tear this land apart once more. A war we will win, but consolidating our advantage would be very beneficial, Aegon and I require all loyal dragon riders to join us into taking back our father's throne, which his murderer sits on."

"Not at all, we are many in all the numbers that matter," Rhaena assured him, "Maekar's ill attempts to keep the Iron throne will crumble when we retake the city."

Rhaena paused for a moment, then smirked, "Do not sell yourself short, Cousin, A dragon is a dragon, what yours does not have in strength, it makes up for in speed, and we need plenty of both."

"I think religion matters less to these Lords than you think. They're like rats, they go where the meal is seen to be greatest," she commented, "they will change their tune when our dragons destroy his over their heads."

"So they've sided with Maekar, then. Ah, well. If three dragons could defeat all of them assembled, at the height of their strength, we should be fine with our dozen or two after a crippling, decades-long civil war." He took a seat and had a gulp of his own wine. "Aegon holds Dragonstone, assume?"

"Of course. I'm sorry, it's just that we are rather starved for news out here." He leaned back in his seat and chuckled to himself. "Your mother must be having fits, with Maegor's bastard sitting the throne."

Baelon started to reply several times, without success. In lieu of words, he drained his glass, before grabbing the bottle and taking a sizable swig straight from it. He waited a few seconds before trying to speak again, and when his voice came out it was hoarse.

"I would have preferred it if you had led with that information, Your Grace. And Arenya? I do still have a sister left, yes?"

Baelon paid no attention to Rhaena's expressions. He rose and began pacing the length of the tent.

"Thank the Gods. The ships will leave with the tide, of course. I will do as you command, but I would prefer to fly to Dragonstone with haste. I want to see her before the fighting begins."

Daenerys would have liked to return by ship to give Mith at least a day to recover, but knowing Rhaena, this would not have been an option.

"Lose one and gain two. All in all a win, is it not," she commented, set her empty cup on the table and stood, turning to Baelon. "I think you should command my fleet, not me. I will be of more use in the air," she said, and looked to Rhaena for input.

Trajan remained inconspicuous and silent during the exchange, the man who was recently a pirate lord having no desire to converse with a pirate hunter. He imagined it would be awkward to say the least.