"Drogon seems to pick a fight with Rhaegal and the others every time he comes back from outside," Jeyne said cheerfully as she accompanied Daenerys out.
As the three dragons' dedicated barbecue chef, Jeyne had discovered a pattern after spending so much time with them; Drogon often looked for trouble on purpose, especially when Rhaegal and the others were having fun.
Later, she realized that Drogon seemed to be training their fighting abilities. No wonder Khal Drogo wouldn't allow Rhaegal and Viserion to be fed separately, intentionally making them compete; it turned out that snatching food was also part of their training.
The three dragons fought intensely in the sky. From time to time, Rhaegal and Viserion's roars and cries of pain could be heard, and occasionally, dragon scales could be seen drifting down from the air.
Seeing them going all out with their claws, Daenerys was not worried but very happy. The harder they fought, the safer they would be in the future. Fight hard.
After fighting with them for over ten minutes, Drogon finally stopped, and Rhaegal and Viserion breathed a sigh of relief. Drogon was finally back; after today's fight, they could finally rest.
As the two dragons grew day by day, their intelligence also increased, and they had long since figured out Drogon's training pattern.
At first, they would run if they couldn't win. After a few times of failing to escape and getting several beatings, they gradually became more obedient, learned to cooperate, and fought with all their strength.
Drogon retrieved the backpack and flew to Daenerys's shoulder, rubbing his small head against her face. [Hmm! Did Dragon Mother change her spices?] Smelling the faint fragrance on Dragon Mother, Drogon talked to himself in his mind.
Daenerys didn't expect Drogon's nose to be so sharp. She had only just chosen a light fragrance from Illyrio when he smelled it.
She took out a silk cloth to wipe the blood off Drogon and conveniently removed the large backpack around his neck. It felt a bit heavy as she weighed it. Daenerys found it strange; wasn't Jeyne's flint bag supposed to only have flints and hay bundles? Why was it so heavy?
Curious about what was inside, she reached out to open it.
[You can't see what's in here.] Seeing Daenerys about to open the backpack, Drogon quickly flew onto it, clutching the opening tightly with his small claws.
Inside was not only paper, pen, and an inkwell, but also Varys's letter of allegiance to Daenerys. The letter would certainly be shown to her, but not now.
There's something in the backpack I can't see? Hearing Drogon's heart-talk, Daenerys became even more curious. Pretending she hadn't heard anything, she pushed Drogon's claws aside to continue looking inside.
But with a gentle push, she couldn't move Drogon's claws. She applied more strength, but the claws still didn't budge.
Looking down at Drogon's small black claws, Daenerys didn't expect his strength to be so great.
Refusing to give in, she tried to pry them open with all her might, her face turning red from the effort, but Drogon's four claw-fingers remained completely motionless.
"Khal Drogo, what are you doing?" Jeyne, who was beside Daenerys, noticed her strange expression and realized she was actually trying to pry Drogon's claws open, which left her utterly bewildered.
"Jeyne, help me quickly!" Daenerys said, unwilling to give up.
"Khal Drogo..." Jeyne had thought Daenerys was just playing with Drogon. Only after hearing her speak did she realize Daenerys was truly trying to pry the little dragon's claws open. But wasn't she afraid of breaking such small claws?
[I...] Drogon didn't want Dragon Mother to see the contents of the backpack. He hadn't expected her to be so persistent, even asking Jeyne for help when she couldn't pry it open herself. Luckily, Big Bear Jorah wasn't here, otherwise, she would probably have called him over too.
Seeing Jeyne being forced to help, Drogon grabbed the backpack and flew into the sky. How could Daenerys be willing to let him go like that? She grabbed the backpack strap and wouldn't let go.
Drogon could have easily pulled the backpack away by force, but that might have injured Dragon Mother. He held the backpack, feeling a bit helpless for a moment. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him. He quickly flew next to Dragon Mother and reached out with a small claw to gently tickle her ribs.
Before Daenerys could understand what Drogon was doing, she felt an itch at her waist and almost burst out laughing. Her grip loosened, and Drogon took the opportunity to snatch the backpack away.
"You..." Daenerys stamped her feet in anger, but she was helpless against Drogon in the sky.
"Ha..." Seeing Daenerys suffer a setback, Jeyne had just let out a laugh when she realized it wasn't the time to laugh. She quickly held it back, her face turning red from the effort.
"Jeyne!" Seeing Jeyne suppressing a laugh, Daenerys's chest heaved with anger. "What else is in your backpack besides flints and hay bundles?"
Jeyne struggled to hold it in, swallowed, and replied, "There's only that inside, nothing else."
What on earth did Drogon put in the backpack? Daenerys felt very indignant that she couldn't even snatch it from him, yet she was powerless.
Flying in the sky, Drogon secretly sighed in relief. Women were truly too difficult to deal with. If he hadn't had a sudden brainwave and remembered the trick he used on his ex-girlfriend in his past life, the secret in the backpack would have been discovered.
The paper and pen were easy to handle; he could just find a place to hide them, and it wouldn't matter even if they were lost. The letter, however, had to be delivered as soon as possible.
He found a heavily damaged, uninhabited house, hid the paper, pen, and inkwell, and took Varys's letter out of the backpack. On the wax seal was a spider-shaped mark.
He certainly couldn't give it to Daenerys directly; he needed to find a messenger.
He soon found this person. Barristan lived not far from Daenerys and happened to be coming out of his room at that moment. Judging by the direction, he was likely headed to where the Unsullied were stationed.
Drogon calculated his route and placed the letter on his path just before he reached a deserted street corner.
Just as he finished and flew away, Barristan turned the corner and immediately saw the parchment lying in the middle of the road. He looked around suspiciously but found nothing, so he carefully picked up the parchment.
Seeing the pattern on the seal, he immediately knew who had sent this letter. He had occasionally seen it when he served as a Kingsguard in King's Landing; it was the usual pattern of The Spider Varys.
When others sent letters, the seal pattern was a family crest or a title mark. He had no family of his own, so he used a spider.
He didn't open the letter immediately but looked around again. He wouldn't be naive enough to think someone had accidentally dropped it here; it must have been placed deliberately in his path for him to find.
Walking to the side of the road, he carefully removed the seal and opened the letter. "Your Majesty, I, Varys..."
It was indeed Varys's letter, and its content was actually to pledge allegiance to Queen Daenerys, which he found somewhat hard to believe.
After a quick read, he immediately turned back and headed straight for Daenerys's residence.
After placing the letter on the ground, Drogon flew back to Daenerys's room.
Having just offended Daenerys, he didn't really want to come back, but since he had given the letter to Barristan, the man would surely hand it over to Daenerys. Drogon wanted to see Dragon Mother's thoughts on Varys's offer of allegiance.
Seeing Drogon return so quickly, still carrying the backpack, Daenerys glared at him. She didn't try to snatch the bag again; she wasn't stupid. Whatever he didn't want her to see must have been hidden away by now, so snatching it would be pointless.
Drogon pretended not to see Daenerys's expression, behaving as if nothing had happened. He put the backpack aside and didn't fly to Daenerys's shoulder, but instead nonchalantly looked around her new residence.
After glancing at the backpack Drogon had placed on the table, Daenerys turned her head away. The atmosphere was so eerie that Drogon didn't want to stay for even another second.