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.
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.
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.”
One heir, one heir from the union would be all it would take to settle the question of the line of succession once and for all. This thought was all that went through Relena’s head throughout the whole affair. She was doing this for her people, for her legacy.
“We will be walking back to the Red Keep through the city and giving out alms during the procession.”, Relena mumbled quietly as she turned to face the crowed of nobles that had come from all over the Seven Kingdoms to watch the ceremony.
Viserys heard the words and while he smiled outwardly to the crowd of people…his people, inwardly he felt his smile shatter. It was the subtlest of tones but he caught it, if barely. “Of course. It’s only natural.” he replied back, catching a glimpse of Daenerys and Jon on his side and how happy they looked.
Viserys glanced back at Relena as he made sure to match her stride when she started to move. If Dany gets to marry for love and I for duty, I shall be happy for her. Viserys thought as the crowd cheered for the newly wed couple. “I’d like to personally give alms to the ones in flea bottom.” He told Relena quietly.
“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days.“
They were married in the eyes of the Seven and for the whole Kingdom to see. Viserys knew Relena was beautiful, but seeing her in the wedding dress, the elaborate embroidery, the colors of it even played on her features.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love,“
Viserys leaned down, nerves racking his whole being, trying his best to not shake as he kissed Relena’s lips with his own and as he pulled away he could hear someone talking about the feast.
friendly reminder that if you find a rp blog of a character that is canon-wise…
…evil/vicious, but you catch threads in which they are loving with someone, …cheerful, but you catch threads in which they are anxious/unhappy, …sad and quiet, but you catch threads in which they are very cheerful, …aloof, but you catch threads in which they are very open to someone, …gentle, but you catch threads in which they are getting violent,
& not marked as au-version, please consider the high possibility of development behind it before you assume they’re ‘ooc’. not at last because we often tear characters out of their canon timeline/world and confront them with situations they’d usually not get into.
people change & grow with experience. so do muses.
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