Tag: the first conquer of Westeros;Aegon

“Yes I’d rather like that very much” He replied with a relieved smile. “Thank you” he extended his gratitude once more as they walked through the gardens after making their way past the guards and soldiers. Aegon’s gardens…His gardens. It wasn’t long till Daenerys spoke of her birth and much of her childhoods and he listened intently,. So, she’d been orphaned along with her elder brother while the eldest had been killed. He knew some of the story, the small port city hadn’t been totally out of the loop of Westerosi news.

“As I said before I was but a babe when I was taken from my true mothers arms and whisked away to Braavos. Grew up there and learned many skills as I grew. Can’t say i endured as much hardships and yourself and Viserys” Aegon paused as he closed his eyes as a hand brushed against the maze’s walls as they strolled through the gardens and he opened his eyes after the familiar feelings washed over him, wondering if he should tell Daenerys the truth or if it would be too early to do so.

“But there is something I wish to tell you and I’m not sure where to begin” He told her as he knew the end of the maze was coming up and he let out a low trill of a whistle, something that had once called Balerion the Dread to him and wondered for a moment if those dragons of Daenerys’s would answer his call though he figured not as they had been bonded to Daenerys. “Ever since I was a babe, I had flashes of memories, My mother told e i was just dreaming, and later as I grew up to stop day dreaming.” He paused once more as they neared the exit, still shaky as he was speaking the truth and waited to hear the beats of the dragon wings but couldn’t hear anything. “I relived moments of the past with such realism I could feel it.  It felt real.” His face turned to look at her, eyes on hers. “Being named Aegon was not a coincidence. I’m Aegon the Conqueror, First of his name and Lord Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, reborn and reincarnated as Aegon IV.”

That was his secret and now it was out in the open, for her to decide what to do with this information. “I died in that very chamber of the painted table, I didn’t want to believe it myself at first. But after all I know and have seen I can’t deny that in my first life I was the founder of our great house.”

@lastxdragon​

shorthalt:

                                    He had this look in his eyes
                                             that made you wonder
                                          just how m a n y people he’s killed. 

                                    ( And this… )
                                            grin
                                         that made you realize

                                         he’s probably lost count.

@lastxdragon

It had been so long since he had seen her last and he couldn’t quite recall the last time he had seen her. His eyes followed her movement through the crowd, Kings Landing had grown and everything around in Westeros had changed and aged, some monuments to the past to his age of rule had changed and some things had been restored but there were some precious memories that seemed like they would rather be forgotten about, becoming a myth once more.

Aegon looked at Daenerys longingly, wanting to go over to her, ask her what her name was, if it by chance was still Daenerys, if she had any inkling of their past life together, anyone he had known from their time together he’d met before this and during this time but some had known their past life and wanted to forget while others had wanted to have some semblance of it back or still held it. Families like the Lannisters had recently come back into power after Tywin took control of his father’s company and merged/acquired Castmere Cosmetics.

Aegon remembered every time he came back, first as Aegon VI with his past life as Aegon the Conquer and than again fifty years later and on and on it went till now, almost seven hundred years later and a dozen deaths he had come across her. His descendant, his Aunt and lover and perhaps now, a friend.

He was about to cross the road to get to where she had been at moments before until a car screeched at him, honking it’s horn and he gave an apologetic wave and jogged across the cross walk till he saw her enter what appeared to be a coffee joint, Starfell which had become a nation wide beloved corporation for selling coffee and had been started by a few of House Dayne’s people and Aegon silently slipped in behind Daenerys in line and before she could order he came to her sided, offering his payment for her drink and his own iced lavander latte. “Please, I insist. You can pay it forward to someone if you really want to debate me on this.” He told her with a charming smile as he adjusted his red jacket as the barista slide his card and handed it back.

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@notenoughmuses

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

The bells chimed softly in her hair as she turned her head toward Aegon. He’s relaxed, even in this environment and she wondered at that. Even here, among all her people, safe, with the plans already in motion to capture the Iron Throne, Daenerys didn’t know how to ease the tension she felt. For too long, she’d been at the mercy of others and now, with Aegon’s arrival, she had finally found the family she’d always wanted in his easy, handsome company. She’s pleased, yes, but happiness was more elusive. Dany wouldn’t make the mistakes she made in Meereen, leaving enemies to flourish under her nose. “I will endeavor to do my best,” she answered him honestly.

“I am still learning much of Dragonstone from the staff who have been here longest. I was but a babe when I was taken to Essos ahead of the Usurper’s dogs,” Daenerys explained with a small shrug. The meal was a bit more lavish than usual, in honor of their newest guest, but not so much as to be wasteful. With the number of mouths to feed as she had here on the island and on the bit of mainland opposite, nothing would be wasted. It’s only after the head table was finished with their meal that the minstrel began playing a livelier tune. A few pairings moved to the open area and began dancing. Finishing her glass of wine, a servant moved to refill it but she shook her head ‘no’, before turning to Aegon. “I’m very curious to know in what ways our childhoods might have been similar, Aegon. Would you care for that tour now or was dancing on your agenda?”

“Dragonstone is quiet the place to live in, the halls echo history.” Aegon said, having only experienced Dragonstone in his dreams and it had been wonderful exploring it then but seeing it in person was more wondrous and beautiful in person. He watched as some of the others that had been at the table started to dance and he watched with a pleased eye.

His attention was drawn back to Daenerys as she addressed him. “Dancing wasn’t in my agenda at first but I wouldn’t mind doing so if that’s what you want, Daenerys” Aegon answered truthfully as he rose from his seat to meet Daenerys having taken one last sip from his cup and straightened his tunic. “Did you travel much or did you have a few key places you lived in?”

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double dragon //

              ➥ @notenoughmuses !! AEGON &&  ♛:: RHAEGAR

        ❝ Oh,  I  am  not  much  of  a  fighter  ser.  I  prefer
            to  write  MUSIC,  read  books  and  hang  out  in
            this  inn.  It’s  small,  quaint  and  most  people
            leave  me  be.
                    People  think  I’m  MAD,  but  I’m not  really.
                    Or  I  might  be  ——  who  knew  thinking  out
                    loud  could  cause  so  much  trouble.❞

“Music, huh? Are you a bard or something?”

The Targayren asked, giving the man a curious once over. “Well, it seems people here are odd, more so than anyone I’ve ever known. But you..you don’t seem mad to me at all.” Aegon commented as he slide a few coins over to the man.

“Do you sing as well as write, goodman?”

@lastxdragon​

“Aegon’s time…” he smiled fondly at how she referred to Aegon and
Balerion as he took his arm in hers, giving a small nod to Missandei as
they passed by. “Minstrels? Well, well…giving tonight the works are
you?” He asked with a chuckle.

His eyes took in the room that he
was given. “Yes. They will do quite nicely. Thank you Daenerys.” Aegon
noted his things were in the room and let go of her arm. “I’ll see you
later for the feast?” Aegon walked further into the room, a man servant
already coming towards him. “Prepare a bath for me will you?” He asked
and the servant rushed off to do so.

Aegon waited till
Daenerys left and changed into his formal clothing after his bath and
arranged his hair, braiding it back before he left his room and made his
way to the hall, giving a grin as he saw Daenerys and her allies seated
at the table.

“Good evening, M’Lords, M’Ladies…” Aegon spoke as his hand moved to readjust his chair as he sat down at it and grabbed hold of the glass presented to him and drank from it.

@lastxdragon

As Daenerys’s hand clasped his, he gave it a squeeze. “For as long as you want me to be.” He told the silver haired queen as he focused his attention on the woman and not on the dragon as he surveyed the landscape around them and Dragonstone. “I’m elated to have family, my blood family.” Aegon murmured as he slowly pulled her closer to him, hesitating before he embraced her in a short lived hug, still unsure of what kind of relationship the newfound family would have.

“Shall we go celebrate?” He asked as he resumed their distance and looked back at Dragonstone. “Rhaegal and I. It seems unfair that Viserion will have none bonded to him, no rider.” He commented as the green and bronze dragon huffed as Aegon moved further away, to which Aegon gave a laugh. Always temperamental these beasts. “Oh, Daenerys, is there a free room in Dragonstone for me?” He asked as he realized before he celebrated and feasted he might need to freshen up.

@lastxdragon​

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.

@lastxdragon

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.