𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [ 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]

Chapter Sixty Seven

A few days later

The young ice dragon found herself in a dark room, she looked around and noticed two men in the corner of the room sitting down in front of her vision, one an old man the other a long haired man.

" Will I die? " the man asked.

" No, the corruption has spread, I fear it must be cut away but the safest course would be to take the whole arm off " the old man responded.

" Then you'll die, " he added.

" Then so be it I have nothing to live for anyway "

Elaena stepped towards the duo trying to get a close look on who they were and noticed the long haired man was crippled his hand chopped off " You're no maester " she heard the him say.

" Where's my chain? The Citadel stripped me of it because They found some of my experiments too bold " the old man explained.

She scrunched her nose up in disgust at what the man was saying, " What is he, some scientist? " she wondered.

" I can leave your upper arm, make the cut at your elbow " the master said, glancing at the young lord.

Suddenly, he was caught off guard when the middle aged man grabbed him by his neck tightly and said , " I don't need my right hand to k*ll you. "

The master nodded knowing he was serious on his threat, the man released him from his grip causing him to stumble back a bit but regained his composure.

" I can take away the rotting flesh and try and burn out the corruption with boiling wine "

" Mmm " the young man nodded.

" With any luck, that will suffice, You'll need milk of the poppy "

" No milk of the poppy. " the man stated.

Elaena stared at the middle aged man deeply, he looked rather familiar to her but it was hard to tell with all the dirt, blood on his face along with his full haired beard.

" There will be pain, " the old man warned.

" I'll scream, " he answered.

" Quite a bit of pain, " the master states.

" I'll scream loudly " the middle aged man responded.

The young dragon wolf still quite didn't know what was going until she spotted a familiar pin on the man's vest, a direwolf pin... her uncle's pin.