The latest arrival to Dragonstone had requested a private audience which was not entirely out of the ordinary, so he was brought to the library where Daenerys awaited. She did not rise when he entered and spoke, but when he pulled back his hood, Dany rose to her feet in a flash. His silver hair held the same hints of gold as her own, but she had dealt with impostors in the past.
“I would know who pledges themselves to me,” she told him taking a few steps closer. Now, Dany could see the lines of his face more clearly, how they mimicked her own but in a masculine way. It was his eyes, however, that caught her attention and made her heart beat a bit faster. Could the rumors be true? she wondered.
“I am Prince Aegon Targaryen of House Targaryen. Sixth of his name, The phoenix, son of Prince Rhaegar Targayen and Elia Martell. Your nephew.” Aegon announced as he clasped both hands in front of him as he watched her rise from her seat and moved closer to him. Aegon stayed where he was, intrigued by the woman’s movements. So, this was his Aunt? The fearsome Daenerys Stormborn. He had to say for as short and piete as she was there was a regal grace about her, a strength as well that could only be from her time with the Dothraki and learning to be a Queen.
“I have no wish to take back the Throne. It is not my destiny to rule.” Not this time and place at least. “I only wish to see our family where they should have been for the last twenty two years.” He explained as he finally made a step towards the Queen.
“Queen Daenerys, I come to you as a boon, I offer you my services as best I may.”
He announces as fingertips pull down his hood, reveling his silver trademark hair of a Targayren. He shouldn’t have been alive but by the grace of the Gods, Aegon IV stood before his Aunt, while she had been graced with dragons and a will of iron, he had been graced with the notion that his life was not his first and he had once carried the same name long, long ago.
“There you are. Can you not go running off? Everyone’s all a panic now thanks to you.” Bronn chastised the young woman as he sheathed his sword. “Why’d you go running off so far away?”
“Can’t you just send some maid out to buy these things?” Bronn asked the young Lannister girl as he watched over her like her father asked of him while he was away, grumbling as she looked at everything the merchants were selling.
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