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There was truth in her words and even Aegon wondered why he felt not desire for the throne. Maybe it was because he had never been raised around it nor raised as Daenerys was by people who expected it of her sibling to eventually take over, for Viserys to raise Daenerys it only seemed natural that she would want the throne and to be home again. “You were raised with those ideas, those thoughts. I, had no relative to tell me of my family, of how the usurper came and tore the Targayerns from their throne. I was groomed yes, but even then if I did take the throne it would be out of feeling obligated, of feeling like I had to do this out of duty to a line of dead people I did not know. Least you had Viserys, some semblance of a connection to the old ruling family.”

Aegon explained, watching Daenery’s face change, getting softer as they spoke. She seemed less on edge and he in turn was feeling more and more at ease with her. His violet eyes watched her as she stood, unsure if he should follow suit until she said to do the same as well. “Alright”

Aegon replied as he put his goblet down and followed her out to where Drogon would be. Excitement churned in his stomach at the thought of seeing the last of these fearsome creatures and as he spotted the giant winged beast a memory flashed and it was of a black dragon, wider wingspan than Drogons, at least double if not more. Balerion; the black dread.  Aegon shook himself from the memory and looked on as Drogon approached them both, seeing his mother. Aegon stayed near Daenerys but not too close to seem like a threat but not far enough away not to get a good look at the dragon. “He’s amazing, Your Grace.” Aegon held out a hand, tentative but curious to see what the dragon would do, still not feeling comfortable calling Daenerys by just her name, preferring anything Your Grace or some variation of that.