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"Wolf meet the dragons"
🕑 Added 2025-08-14 08:38:48 +0000 UTCChapter 78: "Wolf meet the dragons"
Outside Meereen – Cregan's Camp
Cregan Stark stood outside his tent, sharpening his blacksteel axe with slow, measured strokes. Shadow, the direwolf, lay curled at his feet, tail thumping lazily against the dirt.
"Did you send the message?" Cregan asked without looking up.
Edwyle Snow nodded, arms folded. "Aye. Loyal rider—swift, trusted. Should reach them before dusk."
"Good," Cregan replied, finishing a final stroke across the blade. "You, me, Shadow, Ser Blackhand, Captain Thoren, and Myra Volant—we're going."
Edwyle raised an eyebrow. "All the charming ones."
Cregan smirked. "Smart, loyal, and dangerous. The right kind of charming."
He stood and glanced toward Meereen in the distance.
"Let's see what a Targaryen is worth."
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Meereen – Great Pyramid
Daario Naharis fidgeted by the Queen's side, uncharacteristically quiet. "Are we truly meeting them, Your Grace?"
Daenerys Targaryen turned from the window. "Is there a reason not to talk?"
Ser Jorah Mormont stepped forward. "It could be dangerous. Cregan Stark is... unpredictable. Northerners aren't known for courtesy, and this one less than most."
"You told me they were loyal. Honourable," Daenerys reminded him.
"They are," Jorah said. "But Cregan Stark follows no southern code. He is blunt, ancient in belief, a worshipper of the old gods, and wholly loyal to his brother Robb. He once broke a young lord's jaw for daring to suggest Robb shouldn't be heir."
Daenerys raised her brows. "He sounds wild."
"He's a wolf, my queen. A true one."
"I'll go with guards—Grey Worm and his best two, Rakharo and my riders. You, Missandei, Daario. If anyone harms me with this escort... they deserve the gods' wrath."
Daario looked unconvinced, but bowed. "As you command."
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The Meeting Grounds – Outskirts of Meereen
Both parties arrived at the arranged place: a wide clearing flanked by broken stone and sun-scorched earth. Tension coiled in the air as heavily armed men dismounted.
Cregan stepped forward, his cloak billowing in the warm breeze, Shadow flanking him like a ghost of winter.
"Daenerys Targaryen," Cregan called, voice echoing clear across the field.
Before Daenerys could speak, Ser Jorah stepped forward.
"You stand before Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen—Mother of Dragons, rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. It would be wise to show her the respect she is due."
Cregan stopped, smirked... then walked right up to Jorah and spat on his boot.
"Then why don't you make me kneel, traitor?"
Jorah's jaw tightened, hand twitching near his sword.
Daenerys raised her hand, voice sharp. "I heard from Ser Jorah that you won't kneel. But spitting on a knight of the Queen? That's your northern honour?"
Cregan laughed bitterly. "The only reason I'm not killing him or that peacock Daario Naharis right now is because of northern honour. And as for your claim... seems you've gathered traitors and cowards as your court."
Grey Worm took a step forward. Rakharo's hand drifted to his arakh. Daenerys gave a subtle shake of her head. No one moved.
"You speak of traitors," Daenerys said coldly, "Yet your family helped the Usurper bring ruin to mine."
Cregan's smile vanished. "My grandfather was burned alive by your father. My uncle strangled with a chain—for asking for justice after your brother kidnapped a girl. Speak to me again of ruin."
Daenerys hesitated, her face faltering slightly. She turned to Jorah—but his silence spoke volumes. Her certainty cracked.
That's when the dragons came.
Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion soared in from the skies, screeching as they circled above. The heat of their wingbeats pressed against the field. Every man present reached for steel. Even Cregan's hardened soldiers flinched.
Cregan stood his ground, gaze rising as Drogon descended and landed heavily before him, molten eyes burning like coals.
Shadow growled low.
The other men took cautious steps back.
Rhaegal hovered in the air, curious. Viserion flapped behind, landing near Daenerys.
Drogon and Cregan locked eyes.
To those watching, it was a standoff between two beasts born for war.
Then Drogon unleashed a small burst of flame—not a full blast at his face, but enough to singe the earth in front of Cregan.
Cregan put his hands forward to defend himself. Fire licked his blacksteel armor, scorching it blacker still. His cloak caught fire at the edges. The flames kissed his skin. His armour on hands was brunt and some injuries in his hand.
But he did not move.
His men shouted, swords drawn.
Daenerys screamed, "Drogon, NO!"
Cregan raised his hand to his men. "HOLD!"
The fire cleared.
Cregan, singed and smoking, walked forward and slapped Drogon across the snout.
"Bad dragon."
The field went dead silent.
Even Drogon looked annoying. The massive beast reared back and let out a screech, more of irritation than rage.
Cregan just laughed. "Don't be a petty dragon ,you pouty wyrm."
Drogon just screeched annoyingly at Cregan but backed off .
Daenerys shocked "What the... How the hell ... You??."still shocked and spitting incoherent words .
Shadow looking a bit smug now and looking at Dragons as if showing off Cregan .
To Thier even more shock Rhaegal come forward and screeched happily at Cregan.
Cregan just patted his head and laughing madly "Atleast someone has manners unlike some pouty Wrym."
Drogon now screeching angrily at Cregan.
"Yeah yeah whatever you pouty brat ."Cregan said
"Are... are you a Targaryen?"Daenerys still shocked at the situation and said the first thing that came to her mind .
Cregan just scoffed "Of course not. I am just good with beasts "said Cregan while patting Rhaegal and smiling Viserion,who was smiling back but looking a bit shy if dragons can even do that .
Everyone frustrated and flabbergasted at the answer and glaring at Cregan for the answer and his actions.
Even his own men glaring at him with the expression explain more .
Cregan just shrugged and said "It is what it is ."
Everyone there just wanted to kill Cregan for that answer .
Shadow now howling at Cregan. Hey that's enough for that dragon, Aren't I enough for you pet me pet me ONLY ME .
Cregan shook his head at Shadow antics and start petting him .
Rhaegal swooped in.Viserion hovered nearby, his demeanor oddly shy. Shadow took position between the dragons and Cregan, clearly annoyed, huffing and growling low.
Then Shadow leapt, pushing Rhaegal playfully aside and trying to wedge himself under Cregan's arm. The dragons rumbled. A wolf and dragons, bickering like children.
Cregan raised both hands between them.
"Stop. Both of you. You're acting like pups."
Everyone stood in frozen disbelief.
Daenerys, her mind reeling, whispered to Missandei, "What... in the name of all the gods... did I just witness?"
Missandei, too stunned to answer, could only shake her head.
Edwyle leaned toward Myra Volant and muttered, "Did we all die? Is this some weird afterlife?"
Myra replied, "I'm not sure. But I want out."
The parley, for now, was forgotten. All eyes were on the madman who had stared down a dragon... and won.
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The 3 B's
Lol bad dragon
