Nephew. Rhaegar’s son. There was hope in her heart, of course, but also caution. His features were indeed what could be called Targaryen, but Daenerys had spent time in Lys with Viserys as a child. It had been the only place where they had not stood out with their coloring. She knew the things that had been said about the fate of Rhaegar’s family and Daenerys would avenge their brutal murders, her good-sister and their precious children. Daenerys took a deep breath, a slight frown playing across her forehead.
“You make a bold claim. I cannot deny that I see some of myself and my brother in your face, but you’ll forgive me if I cannot simply take your word as truth. You are not the first who has come to me as such,” Dany told him. Her internal conflict was heightened by his resemblance, but she’d been betrayed and fooled in the past. It was her curiosity, her aching desire for family, that made her gesture to the settee by the fire before crossing over to it herself. “I will indulge. Tell me, how were you spared? Where have you been?”
She had every right to be on edge and not believe him to be who he was. If he was in her place he didn’t think he would even go as far as she was to indulge him. With a nod of his head, Aegon began to reply to Daenerys, keeping his violet eyes on hers. “No forgiveness needed, your Majesty. It’s only natural to have your guard up when people you thought dead are claiming to be alive” Aegon adjusted his cloak before he spoke again, collecting his thoughts as he did so before following her to the settee.
“It’s simple. Lord Varys had me switched with anothers babe. My sister, Rhaella could not be spared the same fate as she was far older than I and well, with a newborn babe it’s harder to tell which is really a Targayren.” Aegon paused, shuddering at the thought of the killings that night. “More so when Ser Gregor is upon the killing.” Aegon leaned, hunching over a bit as his hands clasped together. “I was than given to a man, trusted by Varys to keep me safe. Apparently not many had hopes for Viserys and some had thought you to be lessar than what you have become now. More of a maiden than a Queen if you would. So, I was told of my heritage from a young age and lived in the Purple Harbbour in Braavos with a family who descended from merchants, iron bankers and sailors. One even a pirate.”
Aegon told Daenerys, a small smile on his face as he thought of his past fondly, bringing out a folded and tattered clothe from his pouch. “This,” Aegon spoke as he handed the black cloth to her “Is from our families banners, a remanent of the past.” He pulled his sleeve up enough to show off a silver bracelet with two dragon heads at each end and one in the middle, the metal looking old and worn, having been mended more than once ” My past. I stayed in Braavos till I was thirteen, i leaned how to water dance, sing, I charmed a pretty girl once and got a ship out of it and thus began my journey away from home and to my destiny. I traveled with some sell swords for a while, making money around Braavos and beyond till I ended up in the Reach and when I heard of your exploits, of your coming to Dragonstone. I knew I had to reach out to you. To my family.”
Goldnwulf 