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Oooo! So glad that Dany gets to exercise her chops in front of a crowd! I'm also all for Dany and Willas hooking up!
The Three-Headed Dragon: A Viserys Targaryen Quest Continuation [abandoned]
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On the subject of marriage for Dany (and Egg) I take the position that we have a list of acceptable matches (political wise) and a list of acceptable suitors (personality wise), that creates a list of possible marriage partners to choose from, let them choose.
Now, my opinion is that all of the Tyrell children (with the possible exception of Loras) are perfectly fine matches, and a link to the Lords of the Reach is perfectly fine. Of the possibilities I prefer Willas and Dany, or Marg and Egg, but Garlan and Dany would also be acceptable.
I also think the children of Ned Stark are great options, including Sansa and Egg, or Robb and Dany. Or, his younger sons possibly a match for our daughter.
That said, there are a few other options, for example, the Velaryon heir is about the right age for Dany isn't he? And the Velaryons have historically married into the royal house. Edmure isn't engaged yet is he? He would be an acceptable match. Not sure on where they are on marriageable age partners, but the Hightowers are acceptable political matches, as would the Royces. Shereen is still young, but Ageon doesn't have to marry young, so she would be a possible match in 10 years or so. Just pointing out options, as I wouldn't want our family to feel forced to choose a particular match unless duty requires it.
Now, my opinion is that all of the Tyrell children (with the possible exception of Loras) are perfectly fine matches, and a link to the Lords of the Reach is perfectly fine. Of the possibilities I prefer Willas and Dany, or Marg and Egg, but Garlan and Dany would also be acceptable.
I also think the children of Ned Stark are great options, including Sansa and Egg, or Robb and Dany. Or, his younger sons possibly a match for our daughter.
That said, there are a few other options, for example, the Velaryon heir is about the right age for Dany isn't he? And the Velaryons have historically married into the royal house. Edmure isn't engaged yet is he? He would be an acceptable match. Not sure on where they are on marriageable age partners, but the Hightowers are acceptable political matches, as would the Royces. Shereen is still young, but Ageon doesn't have to marry young, so she would be a possible match in 10 years or so. Just pointing out options, as I wouldn't want our family to feel forced to choose a particular match unless duty requires it.
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Dany was... what we in the bizz call an MVP.
The thing about the Tyrells is that they are a very interesting.
They are far more powerful and open with some of the women in the family, what with Oleana and Margery (For anyone with more then two braincells to work with.) being prime examples.
Dany being married in would be incredible for their families prestige, esspecially after she basically created several fields of law and helping out with the trial of the century.
Ned's kids are also a good choice. They are steadfast, loyal to the oaths that they may make (for better and for worse), and have skills that can greatly support our kingdom, in addition to the millitary might that the North can bring to bare.
Robb is an unproven but we know hes a damn fine tactical commander. Jon is a badass swordsmen and a cousin.
Bran has green dreams and Sansa and Arya would be good wives for Egg for different reasons.
Monford is actually only like four five years old.
Alyn, his older half brother is around 11. Aureane Waters is closer to our age then to Danys.
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@Marlowe310811 has Robert Arryn arrived in Kings Landing yet?
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Yes. He is in Ned's custody at the moment, though when Lord Stark is busy, (for lack of a better word) babysitting duties cycle between Jory Cassel, Theon Greyjoy, and Ser Arys, who grew fond of him while his father was Hand. He was supposed to be Sansa's responsibility but he can't stand her, so he bops between those guys instead.
FYI, Arya is also here, but it's proven difficult to find her when she doesn't want to be found. Asha Greyjoy usually gets suspiciously tight-lipped when asked if she knows Arya's whereabouts.
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Wow, Robert hates cousin Sansa... does she remind him of his overbearing, possibly insane mother that wanted to shelter him from the world and rebels against her?
Or is he just refusing to get to know her and doesn't see she just wants to get to know her?
Hey, Asha, we need to talk about Arya... not because she's in trouble or anything, it's because we need her to actually show up to her fencing lessons... We've got the former first sword of Braavos, Syrio Forel all lined up and everything.
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Nothing so involved or lyric: just, he's six and thinks girls are gross and annoying.
Not everything I do/tell you about has layered meanings behind it.
A claim which I will immediately poke holes in by suggesting that it's possible Arya found herself some good instructors all on her own and Ned hasn't had time or reason to hire Syrio. There are, after all, far more combat-minded women (and people who've trained combat-minded women) in King's Landing than there were in canon.
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Ah... Good.
Is it one of the Sand Snakes? Oberyn? Asha?
Egg?
Viserys? (No wait we haven't chosen an action on that yet.)
... Off to the omake cave I go... Robert deserves another day in the limelight.
Also, prepare for Robert being a bit... fussy... and maybe homesick.
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There's a pretty bold assumption in there, and I'm curious if you can pin down which it was
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Then it must be Dany!
but really though my money is on The Snakes, Egg or Asha... Oberyn has more pressing matters to attend to... like killing little finger.
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The bold assumption would be that she found just one teacher
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All of them?The bold assumption would be that she found just one teacher
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Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
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It is simultaneously the most important, and most thankless, job in a group of intrepid heroes and adventurers. *Sage nod*
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Indeed. After all, who the hell would want to be the sane man willingly...
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No one ever walks into a friend group declaring "I am the only sane man".
No, the friend group pulls you into their orbit and then one day you just...look up, and realize that, yes, indeed, I am the only sane person here.
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At least its fun times ahead for Westeros...
Common Law for war crimes... war criminals getting punished...
Public trials... My golly, we're just breaking all the boundries here while were doing.
"Dragons" by Dany the Dame
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Dany the Dame: Dragons. (Inspired by FMA's Brothers)
Dany:
How can I repay you brother mine,
How can I expect you to forgive,
I've taken the one thing you loved
And have hampered our chances to live.
Though my birth was a joy, The cost was high
the price that was paid was not forseen
What the cost, I never knew...
For there is no cost but death
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet;
Once you were gone, our lives were incomplete
Back through the years, we clung to you
but alas it was not meant to be.
I wanted to make amends
Why the gods must be so cruel
For the terrible burden that yours alone
and I was not worthy of this.
Viserys:
Don't cry for the past my sister mine
My duty to you will never end
Your birth was a tragedy, yes I know
but the triumph that left me blessed.
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet;
Once you were gone, our lives were not complete
Back through the years, we clung to you
but alas it was not meant to be.
Our Path made me cold and cruel
Dany:
I long for the days of the door.
Viserys:
But I stole that choice away.
Dany:
But as long as I know I have you.
Viserys and Dany:
I know we have the will to live.
AN: @Marlowe310811 I'm such a freaking weeb, it's not even funny.
But I thought it was perfect.
Dany:
How can I repay you brother mine,
How can I expect you to forgive,
I've taken the one thing you loved
And have hampered our chances to live.
Though my birth was a joy, The cost was high
the price that was paid was not forseen
What the cost, I never knew...
For there is no cost but death
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet;
Once you were gone, our lives were incomplete
Back through the years, we clung to you
but alas it was not meant to be.
I wanted to make amends
Why the gods must be so cruel
For the terrible burden that yours alone
and I was not worthy of this.
Viserys:
Don't cry for the past my sister mine
My duty to you will never end
Your birth was a tragedy, yes I know
but the triumph that left me blessed.
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet;
Once you were gone, our lives were not complete
Back through the years, we clung to you
but alas it was not meant to be.
Our Path made me cold and cruel
Dany:
I long for the days of the door.
Viserys:
But I stole that choice away.
Dany:
But as long as I know I have you.
Viserys and Dany:
I know we have the will to live.
AN: @Marlowe310811 I'm such a freaking weeb, it's not even funny.
But I thought it was perfect.
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I appreciate you going back to add the original song -- I kept meaning to go and find it to get the proper tune, but distractions aplenty the past two days [shrugs]
Take another +10, you ... y'know, I spent about ten minutes sitting here trying to workshop a pun of "Omake" and "Scrooge McDuck" and hated all of them, so "take another +10, you regular points-earner, you"
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Mcduck industries omake factory, high quality writing or your money back.
I kinda doubt that last Part...
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I couldn't resist.
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Magoose Makes TNO Inspired Super Events.
The Flight From Braavos:
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"Promise me my little dragon… promise me you will keep her safe?"
-Rhaella Targaryen
I Promise.
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Valarr Vaeltigar:
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Perhaps I should introduce myself, for you will know me far and wide, as a man who does the Impossible.
Valarr Vaeltigar.
The Web is Spun
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The Targaryen Restoration:
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I chose this, not because I wished for power, but because the World Deserved a King who Cared.
-Viserys Targaryen.
To Save a Nation
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The Trial of the Century:
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The law must also reach men who hold great power, and make deliberate use of it to set in motion evils which touch every life in the Seven Kingdoms.
- Daenerys Targaryen.
Let Justice Be Done.
The Flight From Braavos:
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"Promise me my little dragon… promise me you will keep her safe?"
-Rhaella Targaryen
I Promise.
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Valarr Vaeltigar:
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Perhaps I should introduce myself, for you will know me far and wide, as a man who does the Impossible.
Valarr Vaeltigar.
The Web is Spun
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The Targaryen Restoration:
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I chose this, not because I wished for power, but because the World Deserved a King who Cared.
-Viserys Targaryen.
To Save a Nation
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The Trial of the Century:
Quote:
The law must also reach men who hold great power, and make deliberate use of it to set in motion evils which touch every life in the Seven Kingdoms.
- Daenerys Targaryen.
Let Justice Be Done.
Semi-Canon Omake: The Bashers
The Bashers
(Asher Forrester POV)
You had wondered what made the girl Beshka 'The Basilisk' so intriguing to you. It wasn't because she was a women warrior, you had been around Mormonts and other hill clanswoman who liked to fight, fuck and Battle just as much as any other man... some would say even more then their brothers and fathers because then they could get husbands who could provide for them. Even becoming wives to the Sons or Chiefs of the Clans themselves.
Or because the Mormonts hate the damn Ironborn enough to join their husbands in the murder of those who would threaten their lands and homes.
It wasn't because she was beauty either... she was as ugly and disfigured as they come. The massive scar on her face from her forehead to her eyes, and beyond was disturbing and, to most who had never seen battle, was hard to look at her. The other burn scar on her face was... well, you can safely say that it was not from playing with candles as a child.
She was a loud, hard-drinking, whoring fighter, who somehow found her way to the King's court, and had the trust of all three of the Royals who were the Royal family.
No... it was because you saw that little bit more, and she immediately made you her little brother because of it.
"Come on Little brother, you can't wear that kind of armor just to go to a whorehouse?" She drawled as you looked down to the plate armor of the Kingsguard. You were not wearing that ridiculous helmet, the great white cloak that signified your office, or any weapon, other than your longsword and your hatchet, the weapons that you had carried fighting for Lord Stark.
A quiet moment took hold before you answered. "Because anyone who sees us will think were on official business, and may think about getting a discount." You then gave your trademark smile.
Beshka gave a short, barking laughter. "Hah! I like the way you think, Little Brother. We may have a Job to do, but who says we can't get some benefits along the way?"
Asher continued to smile as the Whorehouse got closer. It would be a welcome distraction from the overbearing Arys, and Barristian, who insisted that days off were meant for training or catching up on the lost sleep from night detail at the kings door... or from the lackluster drudgery of changing the Prince and Princess' soiled under clothes with new ones when the King and queen were... well to exhausted to do it themselves.
Then he felt something was off. He looked around, remembering the lessons that Ser Jaime taught him when he first joined the Kingsguard. Always look for the things that are different then what you know... it may save your life.
"Beshka, quiet..." That was when you heard the movement inside the brothel. The Pimp,and other bodyguards that protected the girls, were gone.
The Hatchet was in your hand as you stood next to the door.
Beshka herself instantly lost her relaxed demeanor and drew her long-bladed Twin-Cleavers, readying herself for what was to come.
And indeed, soon enough...the door you stood next to burst open.
"Asher, please tell me this-"
You ignored her, as you kicked the door open, and saw the men inside. Three of them, holding up some of the girls... their guards and protector... dead, on the ground. "We've got to hurry, no witnesses, he's paying us to make sure no one can find a trail."
You frowned and allowed the men to see you.
"Fuck! He knows!"
Their Leader growled. "Don't just stand there, you Idiots!! GET HIM!!"
For a moment, you paused, wondering who the hell they were talking about? But then you remembered that your king was also a helluva spymaster... at least that was what you gathered from all the rumors around the man... and the ones that made the most sense...
You still didn't belive the Valyria one, if only because Viserys was fabulously wealthy enough to buy all the things he could have acquired for far less risk.
But you then threw your hatchet across the room, right in the head of one of the assailants.
Beshka growled, unleashing a roar as she bulled past you, blades in hand. The leader stumbled back, but the other mercenary blocked with his sword, growling and hollering in another language.
You on the other hand, took off after the leader, who fled further into the whorehouse, and as you jumped past Beshka and her assailent, you asked. "You got this?"
Beshka was unamused. "Fuck you!" she shouted as she pushed the mercenary off her, and bashed his shoulder with the hilt of one of her swords.
She would be fine. This was probably a good warm-up for the sex anyhow.
Running after the Leader, you eventually managed to corner him in a small Room with only one door. Seeing as he had no way out, the Man whirled around and drew his Sword, fear and desperate anger shimmering in his eyes.
You wondered what was going through his mind, as he drew his blade. "Let me live, and I won't kill you?"
Was he serious? He was threatening you with a fight, to let you live? Were you hearing that man correctly?
"Yet you have nothing to bargain with... Why should I not just kill you and deal with the fallout of me murdering you with my king, instead of the fallout of letting you get away?"
There was silence before you saw the man draw his blade.
Oh... so that was how it was going to go.
Fuck...
Now you had to explain this to Viserys... Hopefully he didn't mind.
A Few Hours Later...
King Viserys Targaryen looked at the report on his desk, and sighed. "Gods dammit... The Bashers are at it again."
Arianne smiled. "It's your fault for giving them days off."
"I know." He muttered. "But why did they need to whore for a few hours instead of report this to me immediately?"
"You know Beshka...", Arianne stated.
Right. "We'll talk to them tomorrow."
A.N.: Omake written by me and @Magoose in Collaboration. Hope ya'll like it!
(Asher Forrester POV)
You had wondered what made the girl Beshka 'The Basilisk' so intriguing to you. It wasn't because she was a women warrior, you had been around Mormonts and other hill clanswoman who liked to fight, fuck and Battle just as much as any other man... some would say even more then their brothers and fathers because then they could get husbands who could provide for them. Even becoming wives to the Sons or Chiefs of the Clans themselves.
Or because the Mormonts hate the damn Ironborn enough to join their husbands in the murder of those who would threaten their lands and homes.
It wasn't because she was beauty either... she was as ugly and disfigured as they come. The massive scar on her face from her forehead to her eyes, and beyond was disturbing and, to most who had never seen battle, was hard to look at her. The other burn scar on her face was... well, you can safely say that it was not from playing with candles as a child.
She was a loud, hard-drinking, whoring fighter, who somehow found her way to the King's court, and had the trust of all three of the Royals who were the Royal family.
No... it was because you saw that little bit more, and she immediately made you her little brother because of it.
"Come on Little brother, you can't wear that kind of armor just to go to a whorehouse?" She drawled as you looked down to the plate armor of the Kingsguard. You were not wearing that ridiculous helmet, the great white cloak that signified your office, or any weapon, other than your longsword and your hatchet, the weapons that you had carried fighting for Lord Stark.
A quiet moment took hold before you answered. "Because anyone who sees us will think were on official business, and may think about getting a discount." You then gave your trademark smile.
Beshka gave a short, barking laughter. "Hah! I like the way you think, Little Brother. We may have a Job to do, but who says we can't get some benefits along the way?"
Asher continued to smile as the Whorehouse got closer. It would be a welcome distraction from the overbearing Arys, and Barristian, who insisted that days off were meant for training or catching up on the lost sleep from night detail at the kings door... or from the lackluster drudgery of changing the Prince and Princess' soiled under clothes with new ones when the King and queen were... well to exhausted to do it themselves.
Then he felt something was off. He looked around, remembering the lessons that Ser Jaime taught him when he first joined the Kingsguard. Always look for the things that are different then what you know... it may save your life.
"Beshka, quiet..." That was when you heard the movement inside the brothel. The Pimp,and other bodyguards that protected the girls, were gone.
The Hatchet was in your hand as you stood next to the door.
Beshka herself instantly lost her relaxed demeanor and drew her long-bladed Twin-Cleavers, readying herself for what was to come.
And indeed, soon enough...the door you stood next to burst open.
"Asher, please tell me this-"
You ignored her, as you kicked the door open, and saw the men inside. Three of them, holding up some of the girls... their guards and protector... dead, on the ground. "We've got to hurry, no witnesses, he's paying us to make sure no one can find a trail."
You frowned and allowed the men to see you.
"Fuck! He knows!"
Their Leader growled. "Don't just stand there, you Idiots!! GET HIM!!"
For a moment, you paused, wondering who the hell they were talking about? But then you remembered that your king was also a helluva spymaster... at least that was what you gathered from all the rumors around the man... and the ones that made the most sense...
You still didn't belive the Valyria one, if only because Viserys was fabulously wealthy enough to buy all the things he could have acquired for far less risk.
But you then threw your hatchet across the room, right in the head of one of the assailants.
Beshka growled, unleashing a roar as she bulled past you, blades in hand. The leader stumbled back, but the other mercenary blocked with his sword, growling and hollering in another language.
You on the other hand, took off after the leader, who fled further into the whorehouse, and as you jumped past Beshka and her assailent, you asked. "You got this?"
Beshka was unamused. "Fuck you!" she shouted as she pushed the mercenary off her, and bashed his shoulder with the hilt of one of her swords.
She would be fine. This was probably a good warm-up for the sex anyhow.
Running after the Leader, you eventually managed to corner him in a small Room with only one door. Seeing as he had no way out, the Man whirled around and drew his Sword, fear and desperate anger shimmering in his eyes.
You wondered what was going through his mind, as he drew his blade. "Let me live, and I won't kill you?"
Was he serious? He was threatening you with a fight, to let you live? Were you hearing that man correctly?
"Yet you have nothing to bargain with... Why should I not just kill you and deal with the fallout of me murdering you with my king, instead of the fallout of letting you get away?"
There was silence before you saw the man draw his blade.
Oh... so that was how it was going to go.
Fuck...
Now you had to explain this to Viserys... Hopefully he didn't mind.
A Few Hours Later...
King Viserys Targaryen looked at the report on his desk, and sighed. "Gods dammit... The Bashers are at it again."
Arianne smiled. "It's your fault for giving them days off."
"I know." He muttered. "But why did they need to whore for a few hours instead of report this to me immediately?"
"You know Beshka...", Arianne stated.
Right. "We'll talk to them tomorrow."
A.N.: Omake written by me and @Magoose in Collaboration. Hope ya'll like it!
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@Marlowe310811 we posted some omakes
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A Seat Alone with Ghosts: Aegon
They never spoke when you saw them as you walked through the halls of the Red Keep. More often than not, they only glared at you, judging you, and the actions that you had wrought onto your kingdom… and to your family.
They never did more than give approval to you…
Nods, and gestures… not haunting you, but not… leaving you be…
Until you came back from the trial…
They only said one thing to you… And that would keep you going.
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Aegon the Conquerer
The first King of Westeros stood before you… his regal and stern face was nothing but filled… first with Grim determination, that would fill even the most hardened and Stoney men with fear and awe.
He stood tall, his crown, a band of ruby and Valyrian Steel glistened in the Sunset. He shimmered like he was a fog that was being broken up by the heat of the sun, and light of the dimming dusk.
And he looked to you, with eyes full of pride… you think.
"Hello Kinsmen…" He was calm, composed and every word was chosen carefully.
You stood quietly, in confusion, before the awe took over… if only for a moment. "Aegon-"
"I believe Your Grace would suffice." He stated.
"And what does that make me?" You asked.
"A successor, one of the few who were worthy of the title King of the Seven Kingdoms… and Shield of his People." He turned away and looked to the throne. "They will come to you… to try and break you. To plant their flaws onto you, thinking you are just their own… virtues… and forget the vices that destroyed them." Aegon stated as he looked to the throne, climbing the steps.
"Your Grace… what does that even mean?" You asked.
"All who have set their eyes on this throne have added something to it's power… and there is nothing more that I can say… for it is your task to find out."
Aegon reached the top and sat on the throne.
He smiled. "Long live the King, Viserys."
Aegon then disappeared as the sun set. Leaving you confused.
Here's me writing something in ten minutes before bed.
@Marlowe310811 goodnight.
They never spoke when you saw them as you walked through the halls of the Red Keep. More often than not, they only glared at you, judging you, and the actions that you had wrought onto your kingdom… and to your family.
They never did more than give approval to you…
Nods, and gestures… not haunting you, but not… leaving you be…
Until you came back from the trial…
They only said one thing to you… And that would keep you going.
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Aegon the Conquerer
The first King of Westeros stood before you… his regal and stern face was nothing but filled… first with Grim determination, that would fill even the most hardened and Stoney men with fear and awe.
He stood tall, his crown, a band of ruby and Valyrian Steel glistened in the Sunset. He shimmered like he was a fog that was being broken up by the heat of the sun, and light of the dimming dusk.
And he looked to you, with eyes full of pride… you think.
"Hello Kinsmen…" He was calm, composed and every word was chosen carefully.
You stood quietly, in confusion, before the awe took over… if only for a moment. "Aegon-"
"I believe Your Grace would suffice." He stated.
"And what does that make me?" You asked.
"A successor, one of the few who were worthy of the title King of the Seven Kingdoms… and Shield of his People." He turned away and looked to the throne. "They will come to you… to try and break you. To plant their flaws onto you, thinking you are just their own… virtues… and forget the vices that destroyed them." Aegon stated as he looked to the throne, climbing the steps.
"Your Grace… what does that even mean?" You asked.
"All who have set their eyes on this throne have added something to it's power… and there is nothing more that I can say… for it is your task to find out."
Aegon reached the top and sat on the throne.
He smiled. "Long live the King, Viserys."
Aegon then disappeared as the sun set. Leaving you confused.
Here's me writing something in ten minutes before bed.
@Marlowe310811 goodnight.