Two years after the trial of seven, a letter reaches Dunk and Egg. It travelled from Kings Landing, and bears the sigil of House Targaryen, the three headed dragon.
Aerion, the monstrous, the prince who thought himself a dragon. He’d gone mad, locking himself in his chambers and refusing to face anyone, swearing he felt scales on his back. Pleading, Maekar asked the two to return, as Aerion would name the hedge knight as the only person he wanted to talk to.
As the two arrived at the Targaryen resident, hell broke loose. The prince had been lost, somewhere in the castle where the kings guard couldn’t find him.
Found in the entrance hall, by Duncan and the younger Targaryen, he held a cup of wildfire. With a single chug, the liquid streamed down his throat, but instead of burning, a terrifying crack echoed from the tall ceiling. The prince’s limbs broke, stretched, muscles pulling apart and reshaping, while the prince screamed.
The hedge knight and his squire were only able to watch as Aerion turned into something truly monstrous, withering from pain. As the kings guard tried to keep him in check, the dragon prince lifted his wings, pushing himself out of the castle and away, far from his home.
Having nothing left to do at kings landing, Dunk and Egg leave to continue their travels again, but are soon met with an unlikely companion.