The latest arrival to Dragonstone had requested a private audience which was not entirely out of the ordinary, so he was brought to the library where Daenerys awaited. She did not rise when he entered and spoke, but when he pulled back his hood, Dany rose to her feet in a flash. His silver hair held the same hints of gold as her own, but she had dealt with impostors in the past.
“I would know who pledges themselves to me,” she told him taking a few steps closer. Now, Dany could see the lines of his face more clearly, how they mimicked her own but in a masculine way. It was his eyes, however, that caught her attention and made her heart beat a bit faster. Could the rumors be true? she wondered.
“I am Prince Aegon Targaryen of House Targaryen. Sixth of his name, The phoenix, son of Prince Rhaegar Targayen and Elia Martell. Your nephew.” Aegon announced as he clasped both hands in front of him as he watched her rise from her seat and moved closer to him. Aegon stayed where he was, intrigued by the woman’s movements. So, this was his Aunt? The fearsome Daenerys Stormborn. He had to say for as short and piete as she was there was a regal grace about her, a strength as well that could only be from her time with the Dothraki and learning to be a Queen.
“I have no wish to take back the Throne. It is not my destiny to rule.” Not this time and place at least. “I only wish to see our family where they should have been for the last twenty two years.” He explained as he finally made a step towards the Queen.
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