Dothraki Adventures 29

The flickering torchlight cast long shadows over the walls of the tent as Aegon and Daenerys remained seated, their conversation stretching into the late hours of the night. Outside, the distant sounds of horses shifting, fires crackling, and warriors murmuring filled the air. The dragons, great and monstrous, lay at rest beyond the encampment.

Daenerys' violet eyes stayed locked onto Aegon's golden gaze. She had come here with questions, but now she found herself struggling for answers.

Aegon studied her for a moment, then spoke, his voice calm, certain.

"We will marry."

The words hung heavy between them.

Daenerys blinked, momentarily thrown off.

"What?"

Aegon leaned forward slightly, his expression unwavering.

"I will marry you, Daenerys Targaryen."

Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then her voice hardened.

"And if I refuse?"

Aegon's smirk was faint but dangerous.

"You don't have a choice."

Daenerys's hands clenched.

"You think you can force me?"

Aegon shook his head, leaning back casually.

"No. I don't have to force you. The world will."

She frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Aegon's golden eyes burned in the dim light.

"No one will believe me." He spoke the words calmly, but there was an edge to them. "No one will believe I am the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark. Not truly. The lords of Westeros will reject me. The common folk will fear me."

His voice dropped lower.

"But you… you they will believe."

Realization settled in Daenery's chest like a stone.

He was right. She was the last known Targaryen, the sister of Viserys, and the daughter of the Mad King.

Even if he had dragons, even if he had conquered a massive horde, people would doubt his claim. But if he married her…

Their claims would be combined.

Aegon leaned in, his tone deadly serious.

"Together, we are undeniable."

Daenerys felt her breath hitch.

"And what of love?" she asked bitterly. "Would you demand that of me, too?"

Aegon smirked, shaking his head.

"No," he admitted. "I don't love you."

His words were blunt yet strangely honest.

"But I will take care of you. I will protect you. And perhaps, in time… I will learn to love you."

Daenerys' heart pounded in her chest.

She had spent her life under Viserys's control, her fate decided for her. And now, here was Aegon, telling her once again that her path was set before her.

But this felt… different.

Viserys had used her as a pawn. Aegon was offering her a throne beside his.

"You ask much of me," she whispered.

Aegon tilted his head, his gaze unreadable.

"I ask nothing. I have already decided."

Daenerys felt a frustrated heat rise in her chest, but before she could respond.

Aegon suddenly changed the subject.

"The dragon eggs," he said. "Where are they?"

She frowned, momentarily thrown off.

"Why do you ask?"

Aegon's gaze darkened.

"Because they are meant to hatch."

Daenerys froze.

She had always thought the three dragon eggs were nothing more than beautiful relics, gifts from Magister Illyrio. But now, Aegon spoke as if their fate was not yet sealed.

"You believe they can hatch?" she asked quietly.

Aegon gave her a knowing look.

"I know they can."

Daenerys's mind raced. If he was right, if she could have dragons of her own, then she would no longer be powerless.

Aegon watched her expression carefully before standing.

"Come," he said.

Daenerys hesitated, then rose, following him out of the tent.

The night air was cool and crisp, and the sounds of the Dothraki camp filled the space around them. But Daenerys hardly noticed because before her.

Three massive dragons rested in the darkness.

Bahamut, the largest, lifted his colossal head, his golden eyes gleaming as he sensed Aegon's presence. Albion lay curled around Igneel, their wings slowly shifting in the wind.

Daenerys' breath caught.

They were terrifying. Beautiful. Powerful.

Aegon walked forward, his steps confident, and turned slightly, gesturing behind him.

"Come," he said again.

Daenerys forced her feet to move.

As she stepped closer, Bahamut let out a deep, rumbling growl, but Aegon raised a hand, and the dragon immediately stilled.

Daenerys felt a shiver run through her.

Aegon was truly one with them.

"I can hatch those three eggs."

She looked at him and nodded, as the three dragons were the best proof.

"Come, we must go one more place." he said, turning and walking into the camp as she followed. They entered a tent next to his own that had four of Aegon's enhanced bloodriders guarding it.

They entered and met a Dothraki woman sitting on the edge of a bed covered in fur.

Seeing Aegon, she carefully stood up, bowed, and left. Seeing her not speak, Aegon knew his son was sleeping.

As the two came to the bed.

And then, she noticed something small, wrapped in cloth.

Aegon reached down and carefully lifted the bundle, turning to her.

"Daenerys," he said. "This is my son. Maegor."

Daenerys's eyes widened.

Aegon unwrapped the cloth slightly, revealing a tiny child with silver hair and violet eyes.

For the first time since entering Aegon's tent, Daenerys felt completely speechless.

"He is… yours?" she whispered.

Aegon nodded.

The weight of his words settled heavily in her chest.

This was no longer about two lost Targaryens fighting for survival.

This was about legacy. Bloodlines. The future of their House.

Aegon took a step forward, his golden eyes unwavering.

"You will be my queen, Daenerys."

"You will stand beside me, not as a pawn but as my better half."

Her heart pounded.

She had spent her life being told what she was meant to be.

But tonight, for the first time, she felt like she had a choice.

Daenerys looked down at Maegor, then finally at Aegon.

And slowly, she nodded.

"Good, in return I shall hatch your three eggs, if they bond with you they are yours, if only one bonds with you the remaining two will be for our children, also if you make a male heir for me he shall inherit the iron throne, if not the throne will go to Maegor, in that case he will marry our daughter and make her his queen."

Daenerys looked at the baby in Aegon's arms and couldn't help but ask.

"Won't that cause problems if I have a child and you skip over Maegor to make him your heir?"

"It won't. In that case, I already have plans for Maegor. Also, if we happen to have a boy and he is lacking in any area, Maegor will get the throne. I will not have mediocrity coming from my line.