The narrow streets of Flea's End were not blocked and the houses were so close that they almost touched each other. Every time he visited King's Landing, the Lord of the Stormy Limit visited these places, because that's where he grew up. And now, together with his son and Rodrik Greyjoy, Gendry has gone beyond the Red Castle; the situation there was too much pressure. Gendry was lacking air in the walls of the palace, but it was not the stuffiness or dust, but the growing intrigues, squabbles and scandals associated, of course, with the future of the Throne of the Six Kingdoms.
The Council of Lords never came to any conclusion that would suit everyone, so Tyrion Lannister took responsibility for proposing the Dragonstone to John Snow's son, Damion. The guy kind of agreed to this option, and the Lords of the Great Houses did not have any categorical opinion on it. Titos Lannister, who could speak out against it, kept silent for some reason, apparently deciding that Damion would give up his claim to the throne after such a generous offer. Of course, the Queen of the North was not happy with this result, but here her opinion was not taken into account, as these territories had nothing to do with her lands. After the council was over, Jendry's head seemed to be about to explode from the thoughts that were overwhelming him. So he decided that today all the business would wait and, having taken for the company of young people, went for a walk.
No matter whose board it was, Cersea, Bran or someone else - the poor were still poor and Flea's End didn't change a bit. In this part of town, as always, it was lively. Yawns looked out of the narrow windows and shouted something. Foggy children ran after a skinny dog: they probably wanted to catch it and sell it to the butcher, and maybe they were going to eat it themselves.
The men had to push through a dense stream of dirty and torn people, periodically covering their noses with perfumed handkerchiefs so as not to feel the unbearable stench that made their eyes cry.
Here they came to the blacksmith's smithy where Jendry had once seen Ned Stark for the first time. Surprisingly, the building was well-preserved after the burning of the city and remained in the same state in which Jendry remembered it. Stop for a moment, Lord of the Stormy Limit watched the boy, who worked there, diligently blowing up the bellows and wiping sweat from his forehead, leaving dirty stripes on his face. Looking at him, the man smiled. He was distracted by Rodrik's many memories.
- Look at that! I did the same thing. - Pike's heir gestured to another boy (he was five years old) who was running somewhere with a wooden stick in his hand. There was a bird on it, nourished in brown spots.
- Yeah, now he'll probably trade it for a bowl of soup in the nearest tavern, - said Lord Stormy Limit, seeing off the barefooted rag.
All the children who grew up in Flea's End were similar in some ways. At the very least, they were getting the same amount of food, no matter how long their childhood lasted.
Rodrik was also one of them. Before Yara found him, he had lived here for several years. His memories were, of course, quite vague, but the way he caught the pigeons, he remembered it well.
He also clearly remembered the day the silver-haired woman on the Dragon was burning the City. Even though Rodrik was a little older than the boy with the pigeon they had just spotted, it seemed to him even now that it all happened to him as if yesterday. People were running, screaming, hiding, and ashes were flying from everywhere. After those events, he had nightmares for some time, in which he saw a flame bursting out by the Dragon and burning children, men, women, and animals. After these dreams, he woke up in a cold sweat, and sometimes from his own screaming. When Yara took him to Pike, dreams like this were less and less common, and then stopped altogether. And here are the memories I have kept to this day!
Rodrik Greyjoy, the Mother of the Dragons, did not have a specific opinion about her, because Yara spoke only kindly about her and said that if Daenerys Targaryen had been alive, the Iron Islands would have been as independent as they were before the conquests of Aegon Targaryen. And Lord Jendry, despite what the Dragon Queen had done to the city, was only grateful to her because she had recognized it as the rightful heir to Robert Baratheon.