She had been raised by Viserys to acknowledge him as her rightful King and as she had gotten older, her brother had talked obsessively about how Targaryen’s had to keep their blood pure and that was why they took siblings to wed. Daenerys had not been stupid, fearing the day when his fists were not going to be the only part of her brother she had to endure. She had only been spared that by Magister Illyrio’s wise choice to post guards outside her door on the eve of her ‘wedding’ (sale) to Khal Drogo. It might surprise her guest to know that she had spent so much of her childhood on the streets. There had been no generous family to raise her as their own.
“The Usurper would never have been given the chance to murder my brother had not my father broken so poorly with his Lords. I was raised by my brother, my poor deluded brother, but I am not he. I know the ills our father perpetrated. The throne is my right because I intend to take it,” Daenerys explained as they walked through the corridor and down the steps to the ground outside. Viserion and Rhaegal were sunning themselves on the rocks. Drogon was closer but he roused and began approaching. “He is. They all are,” she replies with a low smile. Drogon stopped, his molten red gaze narrowing at Dany’s companion and he loosened a near-deafening roar.
It’s not her massive black dragon, however, that she was watching, having noted the verdant green was awake and coming up behind Drogon. Where the black and red dragon had stopped, the green and bronze continued forward, pausing before Daenerys. He and Viserion are not quite as big as Drogon, but they are still fearsomely massive. To her great shock, Rhaegal took another step forward, chuffing at her companion, at first it is a low chuff and then the green roared. “Do not move,” Daenerys exclaimed loudly, but she need not have. This Aegon had not lowered his hand and the green moved just close enough to press his nose to it. She turned to Aegon with wide eyes and parted lips. “You… you’re… you’re my nephew,” Daenerys stammered, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.
Aegon’s eyes raised to meet the green dragons as it ventured fourth sliding past it’s brother to nudge the man’s hand with it’s nose. Aegon pressed his hand to the dragons scales memorized by the feeling, knowing he had felt this similar scaley texture before and gave a smile.
“Yes, yes I am Daenerys.” Aegon spoke, noticing how her eyes welled up. “This is Rhaegal correct?” He asked as he patted the dragons maw, testing how much further the dragon would allow him to touch. “Are…are you going to be okay?” He asked looking over at the woman. Unsure if he should offer her some sort of comfort and took note of her already striking features being played up even more by the sinking sun.
“So, will you have your Nephew at your side?” He asked as he dropped his hand from the dragon only to extend it outwards to Daenerys. Truth be told he was just as emotional about being accepted for who he was and he couldn’t help but give a nervous and excited laugh.
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