Although Stannis proclaimed himself the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Tyrion did not acknowledge that claim. After all, Tommen was still the king in name, and Tyrion was preparing to serve Queen Daenerys.
"Come to my carriage. We can talk while we travel," Tyrion invited Shireen after stretching his legs outside.
Shireen also wanted to get to know Tyrion, the former Hand of the King.
"Just a moment!"
She hurried back to her carriage and packed a large bundle of the tasty food Drogon had brought the previous night.
The two luxurious carriages provided by the Magister of Pentos, Illyrio, were spacious and comfortable. Even with three people and a dragon sitting inside, it didn't feel crowded.
The interior was richly decorated, complete with a wine cabinet and a small table, carrying a faint pleasant fragrance.
Tyrion took out a bottle of red wine and several goblets. He poured a glass and offered it to Shireen. The girl had never tasted red wine before, so she hesitated briefly before accepting it.
Tyrion poured wine for himself and Shae as well. Just as he was about to put the bottle away, he noticed little Drogon staring intently at it.
"You want a glass too?" Tyrion asked cautiously.
Hearing the question, Shae looked curiously at Drogon. She didn't believe a dragon would drink wine.
Although Drogon rarely drank red wine, sitting together with Tyrion—the character he'd always admired—felt like an occasion worthy of a drink. He nodded.
Shae was astonished. Not only had the dragon understood the question, he actually wanted wine. She couldn't help wondering how a dragon without hands would drink it. Would Shireen feed him?
Shireen had already seen Drogon drink mare's milk and strong spirits before. She herself disliked the taste of mare's milk and had nearly choked when she tried the liquor.
Tyrion knew dragons were intelligent and could understand simple speech, but a dragon drinking red wine? That seemed extraordinarily rare, even in Targaryen history.
"I'm glad we're traveling together," Tyrion said, raising his glass.
Using a wing, Drogon effortlessly wrapped around his goblet and raised it to clink glasses with the other three.
Shae had never imagined she'd share a toast with a dragon. Startled and excited, she nearly spilled her wine. Tyrion wasn't much better—he almost choked on his drink.
Drogon tilted his head back and drained half a goblet of wine in one gulp. Then he held up the empty cup and stared at the half-full glass still in Tyrion's hand.
Back in his previous world, there was a saying: If the friendship is deep, drink it all in one shot.
Even though this was only their second meeting, Drogon had long admired Tyrion. Half a glass simply wouldn't do.
Tyrion saw Drogon empty his cup and continue staring at him.
At first he didn't understand.
He looked at his own half-full glass, then at Drogon's empty one.
Does he want me to finish mine too? Tyrion wondered.
But wasn't red wine supposed to be sipped slowly?
Still, with Drogon staring expectantly, Tyrion felt awkward asking. He quickly drained the rest of his wine.
Only then did Drogon hand over his empty goblet, signaling for another refill.
Shae watched the scene with amazement. Not only could Drogon drink wine, but he seemed quite capable of holding his liquor.
Shireen smiled quietly at Tyrion and Shae's astonishment. Then she remembered the food she had brought.
Opening the bundle, she laid out roasted lamb chops, honey-glazed duck, and smoked horse meat.
She knew Drogon loved eating meat while drinking mare's milk.
Tyrion hadn't expected the bag to contain so much food. He wasn't used to eating meat while drinking red wine, but out of courtesy he tore off a piece of duck and joined in. He also asked Shae to bring out some of their own food and fruit to add to the table.
After chewing a few bites of smoky horse meat, Drogon once again raised his goblet and toasted everyone before draining another half-glass of wine in a single gulp.
Seeing this, Tyrion hesitated only briefly before taking two large swallows and finishing his own glass as well.
When he set it down and noticed Drogon still seemed eager for more, he refilled it again.
Since Tyrion and Drogon appeared to be getting along splendidly, Shireen didn't interrupt.
Looking around the carriage, she spotted a book lying beside the bed. She had already read every book at home, and this one had an unfamiliar cover.
Politely, she asked:
"Lord Tyrion, may I read that book?"
Tyrion was secretly wondering whether he'd get drunk before the dragon did. Hearing her question, he glanced toward the book.
"Of course. In fact, I have plenty of other books too. You can borrow any of them if you'd like."
Seeing the excitement in Shireen's eyes, Tyrion immediately recognized a fellow book lover.
"Really? That's wonderful!"
She happily picked up the book.
"I have books too. When we return, I'll lend them to you," she added.
Tyrion smiled and nodded.
"You and Drogon have known each other for a long time?"
Shireen glanced at the dragon.
"Not that long. About a month, I think."
"What kinds of books do you usually read?" Tyrion asked.
"Lots of different ones. Aegon the Conqueror's Conquest of Westeros, The Seven-Pointed Star, Travels Through Essos... all kinds."
Tyrion's gaze briefly lingered on the greyscale covering half of her face.
He couldn't help thinking of himself.
"Can you understand that book?" he asked, referring to the volume in her hands, Matters of Governance and Statecraft.
"I can understand some of it. I've read The Autobiography of Vaesos before. It contains many examples of how he handled affairs while serving as Hand of the King."
Tyrion was surprised by the breadth of her reading. Even The Autobiography of Vaesos was considered rather obscure.
Comparing Shireen's life with his own experiences after the age of ten, he realized she had enjoyed far more time to devote to books.
As Tyrion and Shireen talked enthusiastically, Drogon knew his objective had been achieved.
During a pause in their conversation, he raised his goblet and shared another toast with Tyrion.
After another drink, Drogon noticed that he had practically eaten everything on the table himself.
He lifted a wing, stopping Tyrion from pouring any more wine.
Seeing the gesture, Tyrion secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If they kept drinking half-glass after half-glass, he'd end up drunk.
Drogon had already lost interest in the wine, and the food was gone.
He pulled open the curtain beside the carriage window and flew out.
Arriving at Shireen's carriage, he gathered up the remaining food, the mare's milk, and even a jar of strong liquor.
Watching Drogon fly out through the window, Tyrion wondered what he was doing.
Moments later, the dragon pushed open the carriage door and flew back in, carrying a cloth sack several times larger than himself in one tiny claw.
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