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.
“I am fine.”, Relena insisted once more. She felt a bit tipsy, something she wouldn’t admit out loud, especially considering that the young queen felt more than capable to walk down the stairs on her own. She had done it several times already and a bit of wine couldn’t make it that much harder in her opinion. Her mother and uncle were constantly drinking, far more than she had this evening, and they moved around freely in the Red Keep, without and issues or ever falling down the stairs, therefore she simply concluded that she would be perfectly able to do the same. “I don’t need your help.”
The girl was persistant, he gave her that much. But Aegon was just as much and she’d learn that well enough one way or another. “I don’t want to have to use my strength against you. But the minute you start to fall or stumble…” He warned as he backed off a bit, keeping a close eye on the woman. He shook his head as he thought of her mother and uncle and decided while the Targayrens were famed for having madness skip a generation or so, Lannisters drank too much every generation, sometimes two in one. “If you insist” He shrugged, deciding to go on ahead of her down the stairs.
Aegon huffed at the young woman, if he hadn’t looked at her properly as he was passing by he would have left her to descend down the stairs with shaky legs and the Targayern paused, before he went to where the woman was. “You are not fine” He responded, his voice gruff. Not caring to hear any more drunk lies from her.
“You make one wrong step and you could get hurt, much less tumble down and nearly die. No. Not going to happen.” He declared as he made a move to help her down the stairs.
Send a incident picture and you will have dinner with me….
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📲 sms – Aegon] I know a great Italian place. Say tomorrow around 8?
Aegon felt like this woman, he knew her and yet she was not familiar to him. He sat up more, taking in his surroundings just wondering where he was. He listened to the woman’s words and tilted his head a bit. Children? “No. I’m afraid not.” He replied back. This was no place for children to be in, the chill in the air was getting to him and Aegon swore he saw both of his Sisters behind the woman but then they vanished.
“I could help you look for them.” he offered, still unsure how much help he would be to her but he felt a familial pull towards her, one he couldn’t shake. “What do they look like, where’d you last see them?”
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