A slave visits the shaman

The next day, early in the morning, Astrid takes a deep breath, as the dragon rises through the clouds.

"We can check on Tamara tonight when we come back. The hunting lodge is in the way" Loras says, checking the map in his hands. Astrid smiles, as she started to become more and more worried about the princess with every day that passed.

"I miss her. With everything that happened..."

Loras tightens his grip around her waist.

"Tommen will pay for this ordeal."

A war of succession... Only legends remember those things happening. And the legends are bloody.

They are silent for the rest of the flight it's hard to talk with the wind hitting their faces at that speed. He could go slower, of course, but they agreed to hurry so the news of him leaving the palace don't reach Tommen.

"Is this the place....?" Astrid asks as she looks around where the dragon landed. There's nothing, not even the shadow of a tree Just an empty field.

"The idea for it is not to be found." Loras answers as he turns