Upon hearing His Majesty the Emperor's command, the great craftsman Tobho Mott, who had previously forged a sword for Viserys, excitedly accepted the order.
A Song of Ice and Fire: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon
(AN: Daemon has become a bit unhinged as of late as I'm sure you have noticed. But all people have a little darkness in them, look at Gon he was a little psycho. Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter)
I exited the keep and walked at a sedate pace to the nearest treeline. Once I was certain that no one could see me, I spread my wings and took to the sky, soaring towards Dragonstone.