Jeor's POV

He had lived his whole life in the North and he liked it there, despite any hardships it held and no matter how cold it got the North always felt like home. He never liked having to leave it. But he had to admit that getting away from the North right now felt like a good thing to do after all he had seen recently. Like every other Northerner he had grown up on stories of the long night, the armies of the dead, and the terrible White Walkers. But most people grow up to realize those things were all just stories that were either invented to scare children or that such things died out long ago, to never be seen again.

Only now he had seen with his own eyes that those things were very real, and what has keep him from sleeping a single night soundly was the same question over and over in his head.

How many more were out there, hidden in the vast cold lands beyond the wall?

Seeing a white walker kill his men had been bad enough but, then days later after they brought those very same dead back to Castle Black for burial two of them stood up. They had thought they might somehow be alive but those thoughts were quickly dashed after witnessing the state of them.

They both looked every bit as dead as when they arrived at the wall, only now they both had blue eyes that looked just the same as the Walker that killed them. He had wondered why it was only these two and none of the other bodies that had risen. But he mainly just counted themselves fortunate that Maester Aemon had insisted on studying them before having them burned. After giving his approval, Aemon had the bodies quickly moved and stored in the ice cells because he said it would preserve the bodies better as well as having them under lock and key so no curious brothers would disrupt his studies.

That proved most fortunate indeed, because when the two former brothers stood up later that night, they were conveniently locked up and unable to cause any harm. The only damage was some slightly bent bars on the cell and some very terrified guards, but otherwise no harm done. The thought alone still gave Jeor pause about the damage those things could have done if set loose inside the castle.

It took some work but after two days of attempts the brothers finally managed to get enough bindings around the two walking dead men to have them moved. They nearly killed a couple carless brothers but the brothers managed to place them in cages and move them to Eastwatch. The winds have been with them since they set off on their journey but even though he felt a little better about being away from the Wall, they were traveling with actual monsters in the hold of the ship.

Jeor checked on them himself every night just to make sure they were caged and secure otherwise he would not be able to sleep at all. Also he still had to look at them just to remind himself that they were real and not the just stories his parents told him when he was a boy, the same stories he had once told his own son.

I wonder where Jorah is right now. I wonder if he is even still alive.

The Lord Commander turned his thoughts away from his son and focused on the task at hand. The capture of the two dead men was a stroke of luck considering they are actual proof of what lies beyond the Wall. Even though he felt his time better served at the Wall, Aemon had convinced him that he should be the one to plead their case before the king himself. He could only imagine how much the royal court in the south will take to the news, but if they have proof to show them like a couple of walking dead men then how could they deny them. Originally, he had wanted to summon Lord Stark to Castle Black or take the dead wights to Winterfell, but Lord Stark's own bastard son had convinced him otherwise considering they had found nothing regarding the fate of Benjen nor any sign of the other men who accompanied him.

He was already considering the likelihood that Benjen was dead along with the rest of the brothers that went with him. They probably didn't find them because those same men are wights now, like the two below decks. Snow had said that until they could give Lord Stark something useful about Benjen they would probably have better luck with King. The boy probably just didn't want to see his father after the way he left his home which Jeor couldn't blame him for. But the lad did give a valid point that having the King of the Seven Kingdoms support was far more valuable than just the Warden of the North. They didn't know how long these creatures they had would last. They might be wights forever or they may wither away to dust before their ship even makes it to Kingslanding. Such thoughts constantly worried him throughout their journey.

It was a risk but one he felt worth taking, as such he brought along several men who were witnesses of the White walker attack including some of Thorne's men who were with him and even Stark's son. He wondered how the royal court was going to respond when he told them that the first White walker seen in centuries was actually killed by a boy only ten name days old. He honestly couldn't believe it himself and he saw it happen, but then again, this seemed to be the time of unbelievable things lately. Jeor also still wondered about the strange behavior from his brothers that seem to circle around Jon Snow.

The men all hovered around Snow but he could never fully understand why. He thought it might be because the boy killed the Walker which himself and Aemon had questioned the boy about but he revealed little that hadn't been in stories of times long past. The only real interesting piece of information the boy provided was the little tidbit about Dragonglass. Aemon said the maesters referred to the substance as obsidian and it was basically just common volcanic rock that held no worth outside jewelers and decorations. He himself remembered tales of the Children of the Forest who hunted with weapons made of Dragonglass.

Jeor wondered now if perhaps the reason was because they were hunting White Walkers with the stuff, and he also wondered if perhaps all the creatures he remembered from stories were real now. He could feel that pain in his temples returning to him as he thought about it. Thinking about these things just proved to give him an awful headache.

Jeor took another drink of ale as he ate his evening meal and went over reports he had brought with him from his office. The winds may have been with them, but the waves were certainly not, considering several brothers aboard had fallen ill to sea sickness and until they got on land again, they showed no sign of recovering.

Jeor felt fortunate enough to not be among the sick but he still felt slightly ill at the prospect of explaining everything to those in the south. He could only hope they would be open minded.

A sudden knock at his door torn him from his thoughts.

"Enter." He exclaimed to whoever was outside.

The door opened slowly revealing it to be Jon Snow. "Good evening Lord Commander. I was sent to inform you of another man has fallen to the sea sickness going around."

"Ugh! Go to the Captain and get a report of our progress. At this rate, my men will all be useless by the time we even get to Braavos." Jeor practically shouted in frustration.

"Yes Lord Commander. But before I go, I came here to give you this." Snow said as he lifted the cup he'd been holding.

His brows rose in surprise as took the cup, "What is it?"

"Something Maester Aemon taught me might help to avoid getting sick at sea." The boy replied. "I would give it to everyone but I only brought enough for myself and since I don't appear to be getting sick I figured it would be best for our Lord Commander to keep his health." Jon explained.

Jeor nodded at the boy's remarks and downed the cup in one gulp. He was quite surprised that despite being hot it held a sweeter flavor than other medicines he had in the past but anything Aemon suggested was worth considering.

"Thank you Snow, I appreciate the concern." Jeor said, returning the cup. But as the boy turned to leave there was still a question nagging at him.

"Snow." he called out. Jon turned to look at him from in front of his door.

"What else happened out there in the forest?" he asked. The boy's face gave nothing away.

"A lot of things happened Lord Commander. To what are you referring?" Jon responded.

"I know my men Snow. I've served with some of them long enough to know that something is different about them and it seems somehow to relate to you. I can see it when they are around you, they are different than the men I've known." Jeor elaborated.

Jon lowered his gaze to the floor in thought before looking at him.

"I revealed to them something about my birth Lord Commander." Jon answered.

That caught him off guard considering they had all heard tell of what happened in Winterfell from Benjen when he arrived. But he had not asked the boy himself so now he was curious.

"Would you tell me then?" Jeor asked.

Jon smiled slightly at him before answering. "I will Lord Commander, but not tonight. I will go speak to the captain about how long before we reach shore." Jon stated. Without another word the boy turned to left closing the door behind him.

He wondered if there was something more to the story about the boy's poor mother, but such thoughts left his concerns as he suddenly felt quite tired. Jeor decided he'd turn in for the night, silently hoping tonight might be the night he would get to sleep soundly for once.


Aegon's POV

The night winds were blowing hard tonight as he leaned over the railing of the ship, rocking to the waves. The moon was completely full and beautiful, glowing brightly in the dark sky with hardly a cloud to block its view. It was nights like this he thought of Dany the most. No matter where he was whenever he looked up at the shining moon it reminded him of how Dany shined just as bright with her silver hair and beautiful smile, so bright it looked just like her crown had been kissed by the light of the moon itself.

Aegon remembered back when he first arrived in this time, on one of the times he spent away from Winterfell out in the lands of the North training or travelling with Briggle how he looked up at the moon and thought about just taking his chances at finding Dany then. He remembered how one night he argued with Briggle about just riding south to White Harbor and getting on any ship for Essos. Now he felt relieved that he hadn't fully gone through with it, knowing now exactly where she was and that every second that passed, he was getting closer to her.

But it almost felt like fate when he ran into Bronn as a result of his actions. He had actually made it down to White Harbor and while searching for passage on a ship he found Tyrion's sellsword friend in a tavern drinking with a bunch of unscrupulous characters. He had witnessed a Northern fool start a fight which ended with Bronn pulling a rather odd-shaped dagger from his back and placing it the man's throat before he could even finish drawing his sword.

The man definitely made an impression and Aegon could certainly see why Tyrion liked the man. When Aegon approached the man with a job offer which naturally Bronn and his companions laughed at. It did take some effort on his part to win him over but Aegon knew that once he did, the man could be an invaluable asset. All he had to do was make sure that Bronn always saw Aegon as the side he wanted to be on.

His thoughts were suddenly drawn back to the present as he heard footsteps approaching him. He turned to see one of his men stop just to his right.

"We are ready now Your Grace. Everything went smoother than we thought, although he is most displeased right now." the brother said, with a grin on his face.

The comment made Aegon smile thinking about what comes next. "Good" Aegon responded. "His displeasure is going be of great use to me."

Aegon took one last look up at the moon and turned to walk back toward the aft of the ship. As he crossed the deck every man up there bowed slightly to him as he made his way down to the brig. There was no denying the pleasure he gained from seeing the loyalty of these men even though he has never been one for such things. Reveling in success could be dangerous if one did too much, but he couldn't help enjoying it a little considering how much he had achieved already.

He was technically older but physically he was in the body of a ten year and he had achieved more than most men have in their entire lives. By the time he was back to being physically an adult again he will be more than prepared to topple over all the seven kingdoms like dominos. When he arrived at the brig he could over hear shouting and as well as the metallic sound of chains rattling. The guards opened the door for him to enter with a very angry Jeor Mormont chained to the back of a cell.

Just looking at the man he felt that the symbol of the bear represented House Mormont very accurately in this case. The man looked like he might actually break those chains he was wearing at any moment and then proceed to rip the barred door off its hinges. Aegon could see the anger all over Jeor's reddened face and the man looked furious.

The man is more perfect for his role than I originally thought, all I need to do is convince him.

"I'll have all your heads for this!" Jeor yelled at them as Aegon entered. "I've never been one for cruelty but I will relish everything I am going do to you lot once I am out of here." Jeor spat.

Aegon just smirked.

"Lord Commander, I must apologize to you for these precautions we had to take, but I assure you they were necessary to protect the lives of everyone onboard." Aegon addressed Jeor.

Jeor looked at him with narrowed brows and slightly confused why Aegon was the one speaking at all. He didn't respond at first and just kept looking around the room.

"Oh Lord Jeor, none of them had you put here." Aegon stated. "This..." Aegon continued with a raised hand gesturing around the room, "was all my design."

"You?!" Jeor shouted, then looking around the room at the others present watching their former Lord Commander. "So you men are following the commands of a bastard boy now? Oath breakers and deserters will all hang no matter if you kill me or not. But mark my words I plan to take a few of you with me before I go." Jeor bellowed at them all.

"You will find no traitors on this ship Lord Jeor, nor do I plan on killing you at all. Well, not unless you break your oath to me, then I'm afraid your life will be forfeit." Aegon elaborated.

Jeor still looked confused but he was starting to realize who was in charge now. "To you?" Jeor questioned. "I hold no oath to you bastard nor will your father be able to help you out of this like he did back in Winterfell."

"Lord Stark is of no concern to me right now and you will swear to me whether you realize it or not." Aegon responded while holding Jeor's gaze.

"Why would I ever do such a thing like that?" Jeor asked.

"Because if you don't others will suffer the consequences of your actions. Now I know that a man like you would not mind sacrificing your own life to preserve your precious honor but how about the lives of others?" Aegon questioned.

Jeor kept his eyes focused on him as he considered the words carefully. Aegon could see the man was trying to figure out the meaning before responding.

"You think you will be able to get away with this?" Jeor asked "This ship is filled with many loyal brothers of the Nights Watch and it is only a matter of time before they notice me missing."

Aegon smiled as he looked around at the faces of his men. They all had the same confident smiles now. Without speaking he nodded to one of the guards who knew that was his que to go. After the man left the brig they all just silently waited while Lord Jeor looked even more confused by their silent smiles.

After waiting a few awkward moments the guard who left returned with another man accompanying him.

"Captain." Aegon addressed. "How is the state of our ship, crew, and the prisoners?

"Your grace. The ship is in good order, the winds are well, and we are on course to arrive at our destination soon. The men are in good spirits now that we no longer have to keep up with the pretenses and the prisoners are all still in the infirmary. The medicine they have been taking for their ills has kept them from causing a fuss." the captain explained.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Jeor yelled interrupting.

"Except for you my Lord, the rest of the so called 'loyal' brothers you were referring to are still unaware they are now our prisoners, but most of them seem content since they are getting out of doing any ship's duties." Aegon replied.

"Thank you Captain, you can go." Aegon said while holding his gaze at Jeor's shocked face, as the captain left the brig. "You see Lord Jeor, this ship is filled with my men, all loyal to me, and those that are not we have been isolating from the rest of the crew since we left Eastwatch."

Jeor looked dumbfounded as he said. "How? Why?"

"The strange see sickness that has been spreading among the crew wasn't actual see sickness. It was caused by a fungus that grows in the Wolfswood, I brought it with me when I left Winterfell among a few other things. An old friend told me how if ingested it will cause symptoms quite similar to sea sickness." Aegon explained.

Aegon rose from his seat and walked closer as he continued. "However it was Aemon who provided that tea of his which he uses to mask the taste of medicines he gives to members of the Watch. I simply used it to mask the taste of the fungus I slipped to those men as well as the sleeping aide I slipped you earlier tonight which is why you were easily placed here without incident."

Jeor looked at him like a snarling beast as he lunged forward rattling his chains again. The man was clearly enraged.

"You see your imprisoned here in the brig while those men loyal to you, which are fewer in number than my own men, are unknowingly being held prisoners in the infirmary without knowing their situation." Aegon calmly said.

Aegon had left out the part about how Alliser had gone ahead to East Watch before their party left Castle Black to prepare their ship while they carefully moved their undead cargo. What Alliser also did was reach out to the only captain of one of the few ships the Nights Watch possessed who was a former captain in the royal Targaryen fleet. The man and his own crew had been captured after their ship was destroyed in the storm of Dany's birth.

Many members of the Targaryen fleet had been sent to Eastwatch after the fall of House Targaryen and because of their loyalties they were not very welcome among the Nights Watch. But luckily for him the distain they were treated with made them all the more eager to join him when Alliser brought word of his existence, plus Alliser knew the captain well enough to know they could trust him.

They had also kept together for the time they had been at the Wall so the majority of them were on this very ship while the rest were back at Eastwatch fulfilling other task he had left for them when they departed. Aegon was starting to pace now but held Jeor's gaze as he continued.

"That would be the how of your situation. The why is because I require your service to me, but as for the rest of your men aboard, I don't require them for anything." Aegon stated with a cold look but the underlining threat seemed clear to Jeor.

"So if I don't do whatever it is that you want you'll kill them?" Jeor surmised, but his face hardened with resolve.

"Many of those men are just former criminals who I do not hold in high regard. I am not about to give up my honor and sell out the Nights Watch for their lives or my own." Jeor stated coldly.

"I am glad to hear that Lord Jeor. It will make your first act under my service easier but it was not their lives that will suffer for you disobedience, it is the lives of your own family." Aegon replied.

"What do you mean?" Jeor asked trying to hide his concern.

"Well you see the men on this ship are not the only ones loyal to me among the watch, there are many others and several of them are currently making their way to Bear Island to visit your family on the pretense of requesting recruits or supplies, whatever will get them past the front gate really. They have orders that should you do anything to disrupt my plans they will slaughter every last member of your house and burn your former home to ground for good measure." Aegon finished and despite the man's attempts to hide it he noticed the looks of both horror and anger on Jeor's face.

Jeor looked at the ground and Aegon could tell the man was more afraid than angry, as he sighed heavily and looked back at him.

"House Mormont is strong and my sister is no fool. Anyone you send will fail and be killed." Jeor calmly stated.

"Perhaps. But are you willing to take the chance that they might only manage to kill your sister, or one of your nieces, or maybe just your son?" Aegon asked.

"My son?" Jeor asked surprised.

"Oh yes, I am well aware of your son and he has none of the protection the rest of your house possesses. He may be a capable warrior but still a knife in the dark is all it will take." Aegon elaborated.

Jeor paused to consider his words for a moment.

"What do you want from me?" Jeor demanded.

Got him, but now the real trick will be keeping him.

"We will be arriving soon Your Grace." one of his men announced from outside the door.

He turned his gaze back to Jeor.

The man's eyes flicked back and forth between himself and the door. "Wait. Why did he just say, 'Your Grace'?" Jeor asked.

"You know me as Jon Snow, because that was the name my uncle gave me. However my mother gave me my true name. So allow me to reintroduce myself Lord Mormont." Aegon stated while giving a courtly bow. "I am Aegon Targaryen, the sixth of my name, son of Prince Rhaegar of house Targaryen and Princess Lyanna of house Stark." he announced in his most formal manner.

Jeor's shock was quickly replaced with bolstering laugher echoing through the space of the brig, which only caused Aegon to smile and roll his eyes thinking to himself that he should have expected as much.

"First I hear tell you're some Dayne bastard and now you are supposed to be some Targaryen prince?" Jeor mocked but no one else laughed.

"He is no prince! He is the king, and the only rightful heir to the Iron Throne." One of the guards exclaimed.

"Really? Why would you fools believe such a tale as that?" Jeor asked while still smiling.

"Because I confronted my uncle Benjen beyond the Wall and tricked him into confessing the truth to me while these loyal men quietly listened in. Then after he confessed his treason, I carried out his execution myself." Aegon firmly stated.

Jeor's shock returned as his jaw dropped, but was quickly replaced with anger. "You killed Benjen?! Your own uncle?" Jeor roared at him.

Aegon simply approached calmly revealing a set of keys in his hands. He opened the cell while his men looked skittish, but he showed not an ounce of fear as he stepped in to the cell with the fuming old bear. Aegon took Jeor's hands and unshackled them, the action itself reminded him of when he did the same for Tormund. Jeor looked at him before rising to his feet, which compared to Aegon's currently physical form the man was practically a giant. Aegon observed his face the whole time and everything said the man wanted to crush his skull with his bare hands which he was sure he could accomplish.

"My uncles both betrayed me and my mother, so I put a knife in Benjen's heart for his betrayal. But that was a mercy compared to what is going to happen to my uncle Eddard." Aegon said ominously while standing in front of the large Mormont whose fist clenched at his sides.

"I should kill you." Jeor said while still looking down at Aegon as he heard some of his men behind him preparing to draw their weapons.

"These men are not here to protect me from you. I care nothing for a Kingsguard, considering it was a Kingsguard who killed my grandfather." Aegon began calmly raising his hand to ward off his men while keeping his eyes on Jeor.

"No, these men are here to help me avenge my house from betrayers and usurpers. So tell me Lord Mormont, do you wish that list to include the Mormonts?" Aegon challenged.

At those words Jeor didn't answer but the man relaxed a little and made no move against him. He could tell the man wanted to do him harm but he wasn't about to risk his family. Arya and Sansa both told him the tale of their father's execution and how the honorable Ned Stark lied through his teeth disgracing himself to save Sansa. Jeor Mormont was now caught in the same trap as Lord Stark once was.

Tyrion would be proud if he could see me now, using a Lannister trick against a Northern Lord.

"With me Lord Jeor." Aegon commanded and suddenly turning to leave the cell but he stopped to wait at the door until he heard the man's footsteps following behind him.


Daenerys' POV

She was excited to say the least, the last few days, more had been happening around them since Bronn left her with the letters from her nephew, or so they claimed. Sir Willem and Viserys had both been certain that whoever sent that man could not be trusted and that her nephew was without any doubt long dead.

Their first reactions were that they had to leave immediately before assassins from the usurper showed or someone else who might want them dead. But what they read in the letters had stopped them from leaving Braavos.

'To Sir Willem of House Darry,

You have protected my aunt and uncle these past years from the usurper and his lions, for which I will forever be in your debt. I know I can never pay back such a debt, but I intend to try by first assuring you that I am indeed a Targaryen, and the born son of Prince Rhaeger. House Targaryen has many enemies but we also have several allies besides yourself.

By the time you receive these letters my envoy will already be headed to Braavos to meet with you all. With the help of our allies I have made arrangements to eliminate the bounties upon my aunt and uncle's heads and place them where not only will they be safe from the Usurper and his lions. But they will also be better prepared when the time comes for House Targaryen to return to Westeros.

House Darry has always been loyal supporters to my family. Neither you, nor they will go unacknowledged or unrewarded for such efforts, both past and present. All I ask of you Sir is to stay in Braavos until the arrival on my envoy and keep my aunt and uncle safe above all else.

Signed Aegon the Sixth of House Targaryen'

Sir Willem thought it had to be some trick, but if the Usurper had found them then why bother with these letters at all when he could have just had some assassin kill them? Assuming that man Bronn was one he could have just killed her and then come after the rest of them. Viserys yelled that it was a lie and that someone must be pretending to be their dead nephew to steal his throne. She had never seen her brother so angry before, and he refused to read his own letter so Sir Willem read it for him.

'To my Uncle Viserys,

I know you will not believe this letter and I know no words could convince you of my sincerity in who I am as well as my intentions for our house. So instead of trying to convince you with words I will do so with deeds. My only words to you for now are that when we meet, I will not ask for your support in regard to claiming the Iron Throne.

I know that when your brother Rhaegar was killed, King Aerys II named you as his official heir and I will not deny you that. I come to grant aid that will keep our house safe and help return us to Westeros. I will give this aid regardless of any acceptance. But when we meet I intend to ask you and your sister one question about the Iron Throne and if you can answer that question to my satisfaction.

I will happily renounce any claim I have in support of your own.

Signed Aegon the Sixth of House Targaryen'

That confused them all because they had fully expected this pretender to ask for their support, not offer them his. Despite Viserys' shock and confused looks he still insisted it had to be a trick, although none of them could think of why. Her own letter was the most strange because despite never meeting her nephew his letter sounded like he actually knew her.

'Dear Dany,

I have written this letter so many times and yet still I cannot seem to find the right words for you, so I hope that these will suffice. I believe that you do not wish to take part in this war for the Iron Throne just yet. I think you just wish to be a part of this family, even though there is so little of our family left in the world. I know you believe that you and your brother are the only Targaryens left in the world.

I will be happy to prove you wrong in that regard, for there are actually four living Targaryens left in this world. Besides myself you also have a great uncle who is currently serving as Maester of Castle Black on the Wall. I would have sent you letters from him as well but, he too has found himself at a loss for words. I first offered to have his letters brought to you yet he asks for you to write to him anything that you wish to say or ask and he will be overjoyed to answer.

I guess he feels by the time one of your letters reach him he will have found the right words for you and your brother. He is an old man but he eagerly awaits to hear from you. You see Dany, our great uncle Aemon once told me that, a Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing. But I will tell you now that such a thing will never happen to you, for you will always have your family, and thus you will never be alone in this world or the next.

I look forward to the day we meet at last and I would make one request of you in the meanwhile. Help your poor nephew and brother avoid waking the dragon when we meet, for such things will only do our family good if it is our enemies bearing the dragons wroth, not each other.

Signed Aegon the Sixth of House Targaryen'

Daenerys had kept her letter and refused to give it up even though she had read it many times. The words within it filled her with such hope and joy of the possibility that there were indeed other members of their family out there. She had already written three letters to her uncle Aemon which mostly consisted of questions she had about him after Sir Willem had confirmed that he at least was quite real and likely a very old man most didn't know was still alive.

She wanted to know them and meet with them because already part of her hoped that perhaps her brother might be wrong and that her nephew Aegon wasn't dead, because it would mean more family for them. Daenerys had so many questions but all she had of Aegon was his letter which now she could recite by heart.

"So what if we have some decrepit uncle at the Wall. He can offer us nothing and he will likely be dead soon enough anyway." Viserys spat drawing her thoughts back to him.

"I hope not. I want to meet with him. He might know many stories of our family to tell us about brother." Daenerys replied.

"I know all I need to know Dany, and besides the senile old fool has probably been duped by this pretender which is why he mentioned him in your letter rather than mine. Because your just a girl looking for pretty stories. Kings have more important things to deal with." Viserys said glaring at her.

"What if our nephew supports your claim to the Iron Throne brother? Wouldn't that be good?" She questioned hoping that if their nephew was real, he and her brother wouldn't come to fight each other.

She wanted Aegon to be real regardless of the complications his presence meant for the succession of the Throne.

"I don't need his support and my claim is the only claim, for I am the king. You'll see Dany. I'm going to reclaim our family's legacy and one day when I am king you will be there to see it since you will be my queen, just like mother and father wanted." Viserys stated with certainty.

"Of course, no matter who this Aegon is, he will not take me away from you brother. I promise I will be a good queen like mother was, just for you." She reassured her brother which brought a small smile to his face.

She considered that a great victory considering how frustrated Viserys has been lately.

"I will go tell Sir WIllem that I will meet with this faker. Once we know what kind of scheme he's concocting Sir Willem will hopefully just dispatch him for us." Viserys said as he left her room.

She hoped such a thing did not happen, but turned her mind away from such thoughts and looked back at her letter again.

Daenerys found herself picturing a handsome boy her age with silver hair and eyes just like her and Viserys have. She knew one thing for certain, if Aegon was real then she had to find a way to keep her brother and nephew from coming to blows.

How did he know so much about us? Only Viserys has ever called me Dany. Aegon Targaryen. I wonder what he will be like.