chapter 63

The city of King's Landing stretched out below them, its countless buildings and streets transforming into a sprawling tapestry. The sunlight danced on the rooftops and cobblestone roads, casting intricate patterns that seemed to stretch into infinity.

Malaevor clung to Cannibal's back, his laughter and excitement echoing in the sky. The wind tousled his white hair, giving him the appearance of a young dragonrider in the making. William held his son securely, both hands wrapped around him, ensuring his safety.

The Cannibal soared gracefully through the skies, his wings cutting through the air with ease. It was a sight to behold, a dragon in his element, a true testament to the power and majesty of House Targaryen.

As they circled above the city, Malaevor pointed out landmarks and places of interest, his eyes shining with wonder. William listened to his son's observations, a sense of pride welling up within him. They were not merely flying; they were forging a bond, a connection that spanned generations.

They glided over the Red Keep, the iconic fortress that housed the Iron Throne. The massive structure, with its towering walls and formidable presence, served as a reminder of the responsibilities and challenges that awaited them.

Malaevor looked down at the Red Keep, his gaze steady and determined. "One day, I'll sit on that throne," he declared, his voice filled with resolve.

William's heart swelled with pride at his son's words. "I have no doubt that you will, Malaevor."

Cannibal continued to soar higher into the sky, and the city of King's Landing began to shrink even further. The vast expanse of land and water, stretching to the horizon, unfolded before them. The waters of Blackwater Bay glistened in the sunlight, and the distant Dragonstone Island stood as a sentinel in the sea.

The journey continued, a testament to the bond between dragon and rider. Malaevor and William felt a profound connection not only to each other but also to their dragon. The sense of freedom and unity was intoxicating, and they cherished every moment of it.

As the sun began its descent toward the western horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the world, they decided it was time to return to the city. With a powerful stroke of his wings, Cannibal began the descent, gradually approaching the city below.

Malaevor's laughter and the exhilaration of flight still danced in his eyes as they touched down on the training ground where their journey had begun. He dismounted with assistance from his father, his legs wobbly but filled with the exhilaration of the experience.

Cannibal settled on the ground, his massive form a testament to the bond that transcended words. Malaevor approached the dragon and patted his scaled snout, expressing his gratitude for the unforgettable ride.

The dragon responded with a rumble, a sound that seemed to convey satisfaction.

William looked at his son, his heart filled with pride and love. "You did wonderfully today, Malaevor."

Malaevor beamed with joy. "Thank you, Father. I can't wait to do it again."

As they walked away from the training ground, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over King's Landing. The city held its own secrets, but in that moment, a father and son had forged a memory that would last a lifetime.