Aegon's POV

Many thought he was dead, a babe murdered by the Mountain that rides, but instead Varys had found him, saved him and brought him to Jon Connington, who raised him like his son. Now he stood at the bow of the boat, standing proudly at the age of 20 looking out over the vast seas, seas he had never seen before as he had lived a sheltered life always being protected by Jon or Griff, as everyone knew him by that name, in case the usurper ever found them and realised Varys' trick.

The Plan had changed yet again, when he was younger and he first found out about Illyrio contracting the Golden Company when the time was right, it would have been them along with his uncle leading a pack of 50,000 d0thraki screamers, then it was his aunt leading them, they were due to meet up with her in Pentos with her 3 dragons, then a pact came to light between Ser William Darry and the Martells which Varys nor Illyrio had known anything about and now Deanerys was due to marry Quentyn Martell, rather than him as he had always been led to believe would happen.

"You know it is going to be much harder now, don't you, boy," the gruff voice of Griff sounded from behind him.

"I am still a Targaryen, my aunt will have no choice but to realise that I am the rightful heir!" he said defiantly.

"You are a boy, she and the rest of the world have believed dead for years now, you are both Targaryen, but the realm is only sure of one, marrying her would have solidified your claim," explained Jon, impatiently struggling to get through to him. " We must be careful, the last time an exiled house who claimed he was the rightful king came to a great council he was killed by the than Hand."

"Yes, but that was a Blackfrye and I come with an army of 10,000," he answered back proudly.

"So did the Blackfryes, a number of times in fact and all ended in defeat, as they didn't have enough support. We need support from other Houses, before we do any conquering."

"Yes that is right, my company might be strong but even we can't take on the Seven Kingdoms," agreed Captain- General Harry Strickland, strolling up behind them.

"I thought the Golden Company was always up for a challenge," he retorted back, coming to release what Jon Connington had told him, Harry Strickland is now a warrior like former commanders of the company were.

"Well, um, ah, you see." he blabbered before muttering something about having to head back to the bow, to oversee the fleets entrance into the stepstones, which was a well-known pirates den.


Lying in a hammock below deck, he could hear the waves crashing against the ship, and the men running about on board guiding it through the dangerous set of Islands, which was a pirates and smugglers den. None that worried him, not until he heard one scream of "Dragons", that could only mean one thing. His Aunt had found him!

On deck as he looked up into was early morning, he saw the almost eclipsed sun caused by a large black dragon flying overhead.

"What's happening," he asked a panicking deckhand.

"Five ships ahead, flying Targeryean and Martell banners," he screamed back, jumping below deck as the black dragon did another pass the ships, causing a few more of the company to panic, jumping into the water hoping that might save them if the dragon started breathing fire.

Turning around trying the gage the situation he saw Jon rushing towards him, " one of the lookouts has spotted 2 dragons sitting on that island over there," he said pointing towards a small sandy island, " A lady is standing between them, I think you should go say Hi to your Aunt!"

He stepped off the small row boat that he and his chosen companions had taken him to meet his Aunt, his greatest advisor and father figure, Jon Connington, his friend and sword teach, Ser Rolly Duckfield, Septa Lemore his spiritual tutor, his financer, Magister Illyrio and finally Captain General Harry Strickland.

Looking up at the 2 dragons that were defiantly big enough to ride by now although it seemed neither one had riders nor the black one flying above.

"I did not expect to see you Aunt, I thought you were still in Dorne," he stated, knowing full well what she was going to say, trying to stand strong but to be honest, he was scared, 10,000 men on wooded boats was no match for 3 nearly fully grown dragons even if his Aunt couldn't control them fully. "I am glad to see you have found me, I assume to confirm your support to me and helping our family to take back the Iron Throne


Daenerys's POV

She looked at the boy with blue hair and could see a whisp of silver underneath the dye, and then turning to see his companion, she felt betrayed but more enlighten about seeing Magister Illyrio with Aegon. This was why he had summoned her and Viserys to Pentos, why he had arranged a marriage between her and Khal Drogo, he needed a confirmed Targeryean to lead the way, she and her brother had never been intended for his plan it would seem. The man Ser Jorah had told her was Jon Connington a friend of her brothers Rhaegar and long beloved dead, he also knew of Harry Strickland through his work in the disputed lands when he was a sellsword.

"Who are you to call me Aunt, my kin is dead, I am the last of my kind you are but a pretender," he replied proudly although stuttering slightly as Viserion glared at him with his mouth wide open bearing his shiny black teeth of dagger.

"I am Aegon Targeyean VI, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. I was smuggled out of Kings Landing as a babe, Jon raised me as his son, training me in what means to be a king."

At that Ilyrio, stepped forward, "He has been trained in arms, as befits a knight to be, but that was not the end of his education. He reads and writes, he speaks several tongues, he has studied history and law and poetry. A septa has instructed him in the mysteries of the Faith since he was old enough to understand them. He has lived with fisherfolk, worked with his hands, swum in rivers and mended nets and learned to wash his own clothes at need. He can fish and cook and bind up a wound, he knows what it is like to be hungry, to be hunted, to be afraid. Your brother and you from your brother believe that kingship is his right. Aegon knows kingship is his duty, that a king must put his people first, and live and rule for them. He is also the rightful heir and you should follow him, he brings an army. Larger than you have."

"Aegon the conqueror barely had an army but he had 3 dragons, where are your dragon's?" she scoffed at him.

"Dragon's that you can't control or know how to ride," Jon replied back quickly, he obviously knew the books on dragons had long since disappeared or had they.

Sarella Sand, Oberyn's daughter had disguised herself as a Novice Maester and had worked in the citadel for years, discovering its secrets, she discovered where the scroll was kept. Blood and Fire, the long lost scroll, had been stolen and smuggled back to Hellholt, now she had a chance to prove her strength.

Calling Drogon back down, she nodded to Quentyn, who after much struggle and patience had managed to mount Viserion due to having dragon blood in his veins. Both of them jumped on their dragons back, on the makeshift saddles they had made, and soared through the air, she being the more experience one with dragons was able to control Drogon slightly better than Quentyn could Viserion.

As she landed back down, she saw a shocked, Aegon and Jon, a suddenly scared Illyrio and Harry Strickland and she wanted to laugh, but she held in the mirth, when Aegon spoke, "A dragon must have 3 heads, I must be the first,"

Or are you simply a pretender, she wondered remembering Quaithe's words beware the Mummers Dragon and the Griffin, she one or possibly both of those people standing in front of her.

"Dragon's do not burn, if you are, who you say you are, prove it. Rheagal needs a rider and fire cannot kill a Dragon so you should be fine."

Everyone waited with stunned silence as Aegon, tentatively approached Rheaghal. Inquisitivly Rheaglal bared his teeth and glared at Aegon with his golden beady eyes.

She knew what would happen, she had not doubt how this would play, she thought of one word and it happened almost exactly at the same time.

Dracerys!