Tag: The next conquer of Westeros; Daenerys

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“Maybe when we were younger and I was scared,” Daenerys murmured slowly. “Now? Now you’re just a greedy bastard.”

“Greedy?” He chuckled and scoffed at the idea of him being such a thing. “I have hardly anything to be greedy with. All I have left to use as a ticket home is you. Forgive me if using you in such a way is seen as greedy, Dany.” Viserys spoke his voice still gentle and no hint of anger yet. “Had we still been in Westeros father would have used you for political gain, marrying you off. I have done nothing that wouldn’t occur in Westerosi society dear sister.”

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@notenoughmuses

“Viserys, what was Mother like?” the young girl asked her elder brother.

“Kind. Beautiful. But…”

Viserys paused wanting to shield Daenerys from the truth as long as possible as their mother had tried to shield him from their father. “She didn’t have the best life but her children…They despite how they came to be and the ones she lost along the way…she loved Rhaegar and I and I know she would have loved you.” There was a hint of bitterness in his tone as he reminded himself that they were alone, she’d never grow up with their mother and he was left begging for some semblance of a life because she had entered the world.

“Mother tried to keep me from father as much as possible, from the ugly truths about himself. You resemble her quite a bit, actually.” Viserys rattled off as he glanced at Dany, trying his best to give a smile and not feel anger towards his sister. “She sang me to sleep. The same one I sang to you when you were younger.”

@drakainas

“Dany come here.” Viserys had been struggling all day to get his younger sister to comply to his wishes but she was not having it. Viserys tried his best to be patient with the pre-teen but his patience was wearing thin. “Daenerys!” He snapped, yanking her by the arm to pull her back down to the seat, attempting to finish her elaborate braids he’d been working on, his nimble fingers finishing the last touches. “Sir, sagon rȳ aōha sȳrje behavior. Understood?”

This was their last hope, this Magister
Illyrio Mopatis. He was their last hope and he sounded like someone who wanted to take him seriously, as the King of Westeros should be. Not discarded and thrown out like some dog. Not giving away his and his families possessions to eat and live off of.

@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.

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?”