@lastxdragon

“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.

“If you will have me in your court that is”

thestormlioness:

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“Do you know why Aegon forged the throne from swords? He believed that no king should ever sit comfortably in his power. With prospects like this who would want to rule?”

Who indeed”

“It’s simple really. If one gets to comfortable with power, they lose sight of what they have and should not have. Power is something the can corrupt very easily. It’s hard to obtain and once you have it…You don’t want to let it go after you’ve tasted something so sweet.”