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Surprise surprise, the Faceless Man left the room without applause or fanfare. Neither of the princes before me so much as moving a muscle barring calling for one of their guards to escort my fanatic to his own chambers- Evidently he had his own form of communicationto his fellow fanatics for my 'quest' as it were. Oh and of course return all of his belongings, while setting a few guards to watch him.

Which effectively meant to them just not wanting him around anymore, though not willing to risk having more of them show up for any reason whatsoever.

"...You..." Doran Martell started, an even tone to his voice, one not matched by the growing anger in his eyes. An expression even his more amiable, towards me, brother shared.

Oberyn simply stood behind him, staring at me as if I'd grown another head. Which considering nearly everything else hadn't caused such a reaction said quite a bit. Hell, the man had basically taken my poison immunity in stride, and barring a little shock to having a faceless man swear his cult to me after I'd killed one of their members in my sleep, he hadn't quite reached the expression he currently had. "You've done nothing but disrespect me... My house..." Doran remarked, gripping his hand into a fist. "...My daughter-"

I raised a finger at that. "Eh, yes to the above, not to your daughter though, frankly she's been disrespecti-"

"Enough!" The man slammed a fist down onto the table, glaring at me.

I gave him a deadpan look.

"Or what?" I leaned in. "You gonna kill me?" A single beat passed as I tilted my head towards his brother. "He gonna poison me?" Another beat passed before I leaned back into my seat. "Been there, tried that."

"I said... Enough..." The man remarked, deflating into his seat, before raising his hand towards the bridge of his nose. "I can... Stand for a lot of things Karma-" He spat my chosen name out. "-But I will not have you disrespect my sister's memory."

"Funny that," I deadpanned, earning a twitch. "I don't remember disrespecting her-"

"Aegon is dead." Oberyn's patience seemed to run out as he found his voice, the man taking a few warning steps towards me as he raised his finger in the same direction. "I'll admit, I've seen you do some... Crazy things-" The man shook his head briefly. "Know impossible secrets but Aegon-"

"I am gonna stop you right there," I cut the man off with a shrug. "I'd like to introduce you two to a little something called-"

"Aegon. Is. Dead." Doran Martell echoed out, interrupting me again, his eyes practically darting around me.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Maybe." I shrugged. "Maybe he is dead, maybe there's a pretender who believes he's him running around, or maybe he really survived." I put my hands up in defeat. "What the hell do ya think I am tryna find out here? If anyone's going to be able to tell, it'd be his family, and if my ninja can't find anyone matching that name east of Westeros, then I guess that's that."

I... probably shouldn't mention the fact I didn't actually need them to find out if he had a blood relation or not, but best leave that under wraps.

I doubted they were prepared for the... Costs of such an advancement to find out themselves nor the far less friendly means of blood magic.

"..." Doran Martell continued appraising me for a few moments, his brother just as thoughtful as he fell back against the wall. Oberyn's gaze surprisingly had a faint hint of hope in it, one he was desperately trying to drown. While Doran was... Well, trying to glare me into death.

"Still, I don't blame you for the reaction-" I snorted. "I mean if he really is alive and your nephew then... Well, with him been stranded with a Rhaeger-obsessed man-child of a mentor and a group of thugs... All alone? Talk about family of the century right?"

I idly noted Doran's shaking hand, and Oberyn's resigned expression.

"You are mad..." Doran shook his head. "And frankly, I don't know why I am entertaining you-"

"Funny thing is," I interrupted the man again. "Even if this were the T.V realm, there'd still be a 'secretly' Aegon Targaryen running about- And no, this time I am not talking about your nephew or the possible Blackfyre in Essos." I hummed to myself in thought.

Aegon Targaryen really was just such a consistent name in a way.

Could probably bootstrap a paradox out of it if I'd still had my powers.

Doran Martell just shook his head, any form of... I wouldn't say respect, but something close to it, vanishing from his eyes. "You're beyond hope." The man settled on saying.

"Probably." My remark definitely didn't help his expression.

"...T.V Realm?" Oberyn settled on questioning with a frown.

I snorted in response. "Above your paygrade I am afraid." A beat passed. "Still, considering the little princess is a thing, I've got high hopes for your nephew's existence- Provided he isn't a Blackfyre of course."

Doran Martell looked like he'd just given up on trying to understand me with the way he just shook his head again.

Oberyn Martell was still frowning as he rubbed his chin.

"Even if that were true... Who could've..." His eyes narrowed for a split second as he paused in his own question. Before they briefly widened..

I narrowed my eyes in response.

"Jog something in your memory?"

Doran's gaze seemed to snap towards his brother, the same curiosity as my own burning through him, at my question- Guess he was still paying some attention to what I said?

"Maybe..." Oberyn mulled his words over briefly. "The mentor you mentioned... Do you happen to know his name?"

"Jon Connington?" I questioned in response as I leaned back into my seat, watching as the prince's eyes narrowed again. "What about him?"

"...I met him, in Essos once..." Oberyn remarked as a hint of realization filled his eyes. "He told me it wasn't over- That the Targeryans would return..." I could practically see the gears turning in the man's head. "I thought he meant Viserys!" The man snapped out, hints of rage in his voice.

"Oberyn-" Doran Martell started, a somewhat haunted tone to his voice as his face rapidly switched back towards me, whatever he'd about to say cutting off as his brother copied his earlier act and smashed a fist onto the table.

"That bastard!"

"Well," I immediately followed the swearing prince. "Guess this bodes well for little Aegon- All that's left is to hope he's not a Blackfyre," I finished with a snort.

And then the proverbial elephant filled the room as both Prince's gazes snapped towards me as they, presumably, remembered what I'd tasked a Faceless man with.

Weeellll, Oberyn was staring at me like that. Doran just started shaking his head again, disbelief filling his gaze. The word 'impossible' muttered over and over again. "Aegon died... Crushed-"

"All babies look alike, especially after they're introduced to the Mountain." I immediately cut off what he'd about to say.

"If it-" Oberyn took over, either ignoring my remark or trying to salvage the situation- Though he still paused for a brief moment, the words difficult for him to even say. "-is my nephew, what will you do?"

"Well, I am planning to cut his throat if it's a Blackfyre, you know king's blood and all that- Might make a good catalyst for a bit of deadly sorcery for my person." Needless to say, Oberyn had looked about to practically try his luck with a blade at the start of my words, before settling for a disturbed expression when he processed the rest.

"Why not just end it yourself," Doran Martell chose to snap, gritting his teeth in the process. "Take a dagger and plunge it into your own heart if you're so desperate to die!"

I tilted my head at him. "'Cos I'd much rather avoid putting a hole in the planet?"

The man scoffed at me.

...Maybe I should just consider putting a hole in the planet.

Which it would- Forced suicide through a non-magical blade that is, it'd either cause that or probably blow up the comet in the sky and cause a meteor shower, on the planet- Either way, didn't bode well for my conscious, or every living being on this shithole of a world.

Suicide via magical/supernatural/valyrian steel blade would probably just blow Westeros itself the fuck up, but hey at least the White Walkers would be dealt with?

Hell, I'd probably stick around as a ghost out of regret or atonement- I'd met enough freaking Hogwart's ghosts to know how that goes.

Though in all honesty, the biggest issue would be that it wouldn't give me the chance to pay back the fuckers that put me in this... Form.

"...You haven't answered my question." Oberyn eventually stated. "What would you do if it was my nephew?"

"I dunno, probably give him the Iron Throne or something?" I shrugged. "I am certainly a much more reliable source for it than Jon fucking Connington."

And just like Doran Martell's previous... Feelings towards me rapidly changed. The man while still silent, had a far more positive expression on his face as he regarded me.

"...Just like that?" Oberyn questioned, his eyes the slightest bit widened as a smile slowly grew on his face. "You'd make him king?"

"Well, I am not gonna make him a god if that's what you're asking." A single beat passed. "I am gonna kill those fuckers."

It was telling that both of them completely disregarded that part.

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