Daemon smiled at his neice as his handed over the dragon egg. It was a massive thing to be honest, an egg fit for a king, more than enough for the child he knew was growing in his whore's belly, but he hadn't taken it for that. He'd taken it to bring them here. Viserys thought he could exile and then ignore his own brother. They'd grown up together. He still remembered the promise he and Viserys had made. The oath they'd sworn. Always and forever.

He remembered, but Viserys clearly didn't. Always and forever, they'd sworn, but his brother was content to ignore him at every turn. Acting like he was brothers with Otto fucking Hightower instead. The blood of the dragon reigned supreme over all others. If Viserys needed a hand, then it should have been him. After all, it had been the threat of his own Caraxes that kept the Lords of the realm loyal. It had been his dragon that won Viserys the great council, and then his brother had become king only to spurn him at every turn.

Thoughts of Viserys quickly soured the good mood that seeing his niece put him in, so he turned and made his way back to the castle with the city watch in tow.

He didn't need an egg either way. There were almost half a dozen unclaimed dragons on the Island. His Son would claim one of them as his own. One way or another.

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"Daemon. This was you. I know that as fact. The Maester talks of moon tea failing, but I know you did this. You did this to have your precious heir of me. To take away my freedom" Mysaria spoke with tears in her eyes. She couldn't understand Daemon Targaryen.

The man had been so charming in the beginning. He'd respected her wish to have no children, and then he'd done this. She had no idea how he'd managed to switch out the moon tea without her noticing, but she definitely didn't believe the Maester's talk about the moon tea magically failing.

She'd been a whore for years, and not once had she seen it fail. Not once, and now, the Maester expected her to believe that it just so happened as Daemon decided he wanted a child.

Daemon opened his mouth to spew more of his venom, but she couldn't have it any more and interrupted, "Do not lie to me, Daemon of house Targaryen. This was you. Do not be too craven to admit to it."

"Yes. I did it. The Maester replaced the moon tea on my orders. I wanted a son of you, and now one grows in your belly. Your worries are pointless. You have a dragon in you. None would dare harm you under my protection."

She couldn't take it anymore. His insufferable smile, his cocksure arrogance. It was all too much. She didn't even know what she'd done till she was being restrained by two members of the city watch. She delighted in the blood running down the bastard's face. "Take her to her room. Ensure my son's safety." He said with a smirk on his face. Even the injury she'd inflicted had done nothing to damper his excitement.

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"Prince Daemon, the Lady Mysaria has given birth to a beautiful boy" the maester's acolyte spoke out and Daemon's smile put the sun to shame.

'A son. One of my own.' He thought. "Take me to my son" He said. Daemon was unable to truly notice the passage of time as he journeyed to the birthing chambers. His child was handed over to him the moment he stepped inside.

He'd not been able to think of much since news had come that she'd gone into childbirth, and now, with news that his son had finally arrived, the little he'd been able to think of had disappeared. All he saw was the boy in his arms. His heir.

'Pure valyrian stock' was the first thought in his mind. Pale skin, and bright purple eyes. He could already tell that the child would have the beautiful silver hair of his ancestors. There was only one name that would be fitting. Aegon.