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“Queen Daenerys, I come to you as a boon, I offer you my services as best I may.”

He announces as fingertips pull down his hood, reveling his silver trademark hair of a Targayren. He shouldn’t have been alive but by the grace of the Gods, Aegon IV stood before his Aunt, while she had been graced with dragons and a will of iron, he had been graced with the notion that his life was not his first and he had once carried the same name long, long ago.

“If you will have me in your court that is”