Aegon remained silent as she spoke of her brother trying his best not to imagine the immense pressure on the young child having to go into exile and raising not a child while being a child. Aegon took back the cloth and tucked it back in his pouch and took the goblet that was handed to him, tentatively taking a sip of the wine tasting the fruity aftertaste. “They were. They didn’t have to be, but they were.” Daenerys calling what he had grown up thinking as his parents, even when he was older and understood who they were and who he was…Benefactors…It didn’t seem right.
“No. They didn’t, Your Grace. I don’t expect to charm anyone. I came here to simply find what’s left of my family. I was expected to at some point come and take the throne back, trained and taught so if Viserys failed, there would still be hope for the Targayrens and those who still supported them.” Aegon explained. “How will you know if I speak the truth? Can your dragons sniff out liars?” Aegon asked, tilting his head a bit as he thought about what she would do with him now that he was here.
“I do not wish to steal your dragons. They are fierce and majestic beasts. But yours, nonetheless.” Thanks to the memories that filtered in through his dreams and waking days from a previous life he knew dragons well. To be able to see one with his own eyes, to touch one…That would be something. “Who would steal dragons from you…children from a mother, is wishing for death. Surprised he lasted three days.” Aegon shifted in his seat as he took another sip of the wine.
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