Prince Doran Martell stood on the balcony of his castle, sleepless nights weighing heavily on him due to the turmoil of Robert's Rebellion. His heart ached for his lost brother, and his only glimmer of hope was the safety of his sister, a hope he thought was fading fast.
When he heard rumors of a dragon outside his castle, he dismissed them as mere tales, until he rushed out of balcony and saw the colossal black dragon with his own eyes. Fear gripped him, knowing the sheer power this creature held. History of Dorne's past triumph against a dragon flashed through his mind, but this dragon was beyond their wildest imagination.
Then, to his astonishment, he saw his sister Elia standing below the dragon's chest. Emotion overwhelmed him, and tears welled in his eyes. He quickly gathered his men, his sole purpose now to reunite with his beloved sister. The dragon, for the moment, faded into the background as young dragons soared through the skies, under the watchful eye of Bahamut.
As Elia waited for her brother, Bahamut couldn't help but express his impatience, asking, "Why is your brother taking so long? Is he perhaps cripple?" His words were unintentionally blunt, and Elia's response was tinged with a touch of discontent. Through their journey to Sunspear, Elia had come to understand that the so-called Dragon King was more akin to a human, yet undeniably a dragon.
Though she couldn't openly defy Bahamut, she realized she could at least communicate her thoughts to him. One thing weighed heavily on her heart: Bahamut's departure from Dragonstone and his reluctance to let her remain in Sunspear. Bahamut wanted Elia to request her brother for a ship, loaded with ample provisions and supplies for their long journey for them.
As Doran Martell and his 1000 men cavalry army approached, Bahamut was puzzled by their overly cautious approach. He thought to himself, "Why would anyone bring such a puny force to confront a dragon ?" He couldn't comprehend their actions and considered them foolish.
As the Dornish forces drew nearer, Bahamut decided to assert his presence and intimidate them. With two deliberate steps forward, he let out a deafening roar that sent shockwaves through the army. The horses, driven to panic, scattered in all directions, disregarding their riders' attempts to control them.
Elia, concerned about Bahamut's actions, asked him, "Bahamut, what are you doing?" Bahamut turned to her and replied, "I will be waiting for you. Inform them to prepare the ships in three days, with you and your children alone."
With those words, Bahamut walked away and, with a powerful sweep of his wings, took to the skies. Elia remained behind, her gaze fixed on the departing dragon, torn between uncertainty and the decisions she had made.
As Bahamut prepared to depart from Westeros, he decided to offer a little assistance to Rhaella by dealing with the fleet of ships at Storm's End, led by Stannis Baratheon. In no time, Bahamut arrived at Storm's End, his colossal form casting a shadow over the city.
To Bahamut's dismay, he found only a handful of ships docked at the shore, hardly worth his attention. However, forgetting that Stannis's siege on Dragonstone was still months away, Bahamut decided to eliminate any potential threat. Without a second thought, he unleashed torrents of black flames, reducing the ships to mere ashes.
The ringing of bells echoed through the city, causing panic to ripple through the streets. Stannis rushed out to see the source of the commotion. His eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld the immense figure before him, wreathed in flames, with eyes that gleamed like molten gold.
Realizing that his archers' flaming arrows were futile against this formidable adversary, Stannis watched in awe as the colossal dragon disappeared from view, only to reappear directly in front of Storm's End, facing him directly. The sheer size of Bahamut, with eyes larger than Stannis's head, left the would-be king speechless.