"We were exiled from our home, by a drunkard and a womaniser. I am ashamed to think of my father; Jon claims he was a brave man done wrong. But I know the truth, he abandoned his duty for a slut and a whore. I am not my father. I will take back what was taken."

Prince Aegon Targaryen

Pentos was glistening in the summer sun, everything seemed a peace, relaxed, it was unnerving. Aegon Targaryen looked out across the grass, and sighed. Another day had gone, another day without news, he was beginning to wonder if their chance to move back across the waves would ever come. Or where they destined to fall by the way side again. Just like the last time.

"You should not look so glum nephew; it takes away your charm." His aunt Daenerys says.

Aegon turns around and looks at his aunt, she is younger than him by two years, and is starting to mature nicely, Aegon smiles and replies. "I know but I worry. Sometimes I think the magister is using us."

"But to what end? He has already said he does not want to be master of coin, and that he is doing this out of the goodness of his heart. What would he need us for? He already has all the power he could want." Daenerys replies measuredly.

Aegon sighs. "That's just the thing, I am not sure he was being honest. I am not sure he knows what honesty is. Do not forget his friend serves on the Usurper's council. The spider knows nothing but webs, and Illyrio was once a cut purse himself. We must be careful."

"You worry far too much nephew." His uncle says, appearing out of the manse with Rhaenys. "Mopatis has said he will deliver us an army soon enough, and I am sure he will. We must have patience."

Aegon's eyes narrow as he sees just how close Viserys and Rhaenys are walking to one another, he says nothing on that matter though, instead focusing on the other dilemma he faces. "He has been saying that for a year now. He also said the usurper would be dead and chaos would be ravaging Westeros by now. And yet the usurper still lives, and nothing else has happened."

"Patience brother, that is what is needed. We cannot expect things to fall into our laps. We need the pieces to move just so, and then we can make our move." Rhaenys states.

Aegon looks at his sister and sighs. "I know, and yet I must wonder when they will fall."

"Well uncle Doran has firmly allied with us now, the treaty you signed with Arianne and uncle Oberyn is proof of that. Lady Ashara has done more than enough to bring about strong support for us amongst the Marcher lords of the Reach and Dorne. Lord Connington is working with his cousins to bring the Stormlords onside. We have men we just need the right signs." Rhaenys responds.

Aegon nods, what his sister says is true, and yet he looks at how close his sister and uncle are standing to one another, and he hopes to God that they do not do something foolish that could jeopardise this. "I know. I am just growing impatient is all."

"A good King knows when to use patience, a great one knows when to exercise it." Viserys says sagely.

Aegon snorts. "So how did your little excursion into Pentos go then uncle?"

His uncle gives him the winning grin he is so famous for and says. "Oh it went very well. The magisters of Pentos are looking at calling in the debts the usurper owes them, and they are also looking at bringing Braavos into their little schemes."

Intrigued, Aegon says. "If Braavos goes with Pentos then the usurper will have no choice but to expend his resources. I will need to speak to Illyrio about this."

"And no doubt he will tell you to wait and see. The magister is far too cautious. Perhaps it would be better if Viserys did the work for you?" Rhaenys asks, toying with a piece of her braid.

Aegon looks at his sister, then at his uncle and cautiously says. "If you feel that you are up to the task uncle, then I would not be against you doing such a thing. But I want you to be discreet, nothing too open. If the magister hears about this, then perhaps we shall be in more trouble than we think. But we must give it a try."

His uncle bows and says. "I will willingly do this for you Your Grace. When do you wish me to leave?"

"In two days' time, when the heat has disappeared somewhat." Aegon replies.

"Two days? Should he not go later? To ensure that the heat truly has disappeared?" Rhaenys asks.

Aegon shakes his head. "No, if he goes any later then we might well miss the chance to make a break through. The time is coming when we shall need to emerge into the open. We must have everything there and ready for when that time comes."

His sister bows her head in acceptance and then asks. "May Viserys and I leave, brother, there are some things we wish to discuss, privately."

Aegon looks at them, then nods, accepting that whether he agrees to it or not, they will go ahead and do whatever it is they want. "Very well. Dany, you may leave as well. I believe one of the girls was looking for you." His aunt nods and follows Viserys and Rhaenys back into the manse. Once they are gone, he sighs, and moves away from the balcony, and out into the garden, to where he buried the book a long time ago. He finds the book, opens it and murmurs. "Let us see if you were right father. Who are the three heads, and where can I find the eggs?"

"We shall take back the throne and Westeros. And make the usurper and his dogs pay."