A tale: Reborn in Westeros

Chapter 43

Aegon Targaryen

Wagons move towards the gates, the siege is being broken up, and soldiers move into the city. Multiple groups are sent in to organize the distribution of food, clothes, and other necessities to survive winter. One can feel the cold growing almost every week, it is not cold enough to form snow but winter is coming.

I walk into the city hand in hand with Daenerys. She was adamant to help with the distribution of food and other supplies. To show them she is there for them. That she is not a conqueror but a savior. We move through the streets handing out supplies at a corner every so often. Jorah walks with us along with a regiment of soldiers and looks sharply around us for any danger. Even so, I feel safe as I walk among the people. It is just normal.

I look back at the wagon we have been using. It is almost depleted of most material and rations. If I have to guess we can use it for one more housing block. I turn to look at Daenerys. Her mood is good as she smiles while walking. Every so often we stop so she can speak with the people. Most seems either too nervous to form proper sentences and others thanked her for what she is doing. It makes me feel warm and prideful. She will be an excellent queen.

As we continue, the cobbled street that we have been walking on slowly turns to dirt and becomes muddy. I rather not think about what may be the cause of the muddy pools. Daenerys does not seem to care as she noticed a building used for orphans. Her smile grows as she walks toward the building. Some children run inside at a quick pace as if they saw an angel. To me, Daenerys is an angel sent from the heavens.

When we near the entrance, excited and nervous voices can be heard from inside. "Alex, how much do we have left?" She asks. "It's enough for one block of houses. If you're wondering if it is enough for this orphanage, yes it is," I say smiling at her. "Great! Let's get inside," she says as she walks in with a smile. I follow her while chuckling softly.

The building is quite large which you wouldn't expect from the entrance of the building. It is built with a surprisingly white stone with some symbols of a star. Perhaps referring to the faith of the seven. Daenerys eagerly walks through the entrance and the attached corridor. It eventually leads to a small open space showing the sky. A few white clouds in the sky can be seen flying through it. In the open space, a few water tabs can be seen.

As the small space comes more visible to me and Daenerys, we are met by dozens of children. Children of all sizes and ages can be seen. Among the children, a few nuns walk around to keep the children calm. Daenerys looks around as she waves to the children with a smile. She turns to the entrance and motions for provisions to be carried inside.

Daenerys walks towards the children and crouches down to their level. She starts to giggle and laugh as she interacts with the children. From a distance, I watch her. I sigh as my smile is constantly present while I look at her.

"M'lord?" I hear a boy's voice say as I feel a tug on my shirt. I look to my right and see a boy around the age of twelve or thirteen. He has platinum blond hair with eyes that are blue but very light in color. "Hello young man, what can I do for you?" I ask.

"Is it true you have dragons?" He asks, his curiosity is clear in his voice. "We do indeed, you may see them fly in the sky someday. Dreamt about them when you're younger?" I ask as I lower myself to his level. He nods as his eyes twinkle. "I do! They always lead me to strange places. Sometimes even people like you..." he says, his words trailing away. It seems he relives some of his dreams as he smiles a bit. I chuckle.

"They do? What do you dream about?" I ask, humoring the young boy. "They are really crazy! I dreamt about a colorful city that was under attack! But the dragons saved the day," he explains with clear excitement. My brows furrowed together in confusion. What is this?! A colorful city, battle with dragons... that is the battle of Meereen he is describing.

"Daenerys, can you come here please," I ask her before turning back to the boy. "Who were your parents, young man?" I ask him. "I don't know. They left me here when I was young. I don't remember. The nuns say it was because it was safest for me. I am not sure what that means," the young man explains.

"What is wrong, Aegon?" Daenerys asks. The boy seems nervous as increased attention is placed on him. Several of the boys and girls are looking at him.  "Explain your dreams to Daenerys. Don't worry, she is very kind," I assured him. "Uhm, often I see a dragon. They are flying through the sky, spewing fire. Sometimes I see things could never think of. Like the Wall! Or... ehm, a city full of colors! The nuns say my imagination is very wild," he says.

I turn again to look at Daenerys. Her gaze is looking intently at the young man. "What's your name and who were your parents, sweetheart?" Daenerys asks. The boy shrugs. "Tyrys is my name. Don't know who my parents are really, was left here as I said," he says. Daenerys thinks for a moment. "How old are you?" She asks.

"Am I in trouble," he asks, his eyes darting between us. Daenerys gives him an assuring smile. "No, of course not. I am very curious about your dreams! They sound amazing. May I know how old you are?" Tyrys takes a breath to calm himself a little. "Almost twelve," he says.

Daenerys thinks deeply for a moment. "It's possible..." she mumbles. "Tyrys, would you like to be adopted?" Daenerys asks. The boy's eyes widen in shock. "W-what?" He asks in shock. Daenerys smiles. "I may know who your father is," she says in a playful whisper. His eyes widen even more as his mouth is slightly agape. "So, are you willing?" she asks. He nods with much enthusiasm. Daenerys gives him a squeeze on the shoulders. "We will take good care of you. You will be among family," she says warmly, "Go, tell the nuns and gather your belongings. We'll leave today."

Tyrys almost runs to the nearest nun to announce his adoption. To say the nun was shocked would be an understatement. "Dany, who is his father?" I ask. Daenerys sighs deeply. "He's my brothers' son it seems. I can see bits of him in his appearance. It would make sense. Viserys often bragged that he was 'manly' among women from a young age. I wonder who his mother is. I think a... 'working' girl, if you know what I mean. What I find a mystery is how he got here," she explains.

I wouldn't put it past Viserys to seek companionship. It is just the mother I am curious about. She clearly knew the danger the child could be in and somehow got to King's Landing. "What about his dreams? What are they? I haven't heard or read about them," I ask Daenerys.

"Dragon Dreams. I had them too for a while before they stopped. It is why I believe he is my brothers' son," she explains. "I see, we will take good care of him. To make sure he won't be like his father," I say as my arm winds around Daenerys. Her head leans against my shoulder. "We will. When he comes back we should get back to the keep and get everything ready to receive Jon. I already sent word to him," Daenerys says.

"Should be doable, it is not like a dragon burned King's Landing," I chuckled. Daenerys chuckles as well. "True..." she says softly with a smile. "Your Grace, we thank you for what you've given us. Tyrys said you want to adopt him?" One of the nuns says as she approaches us. "We do. Is that not allowed?" Daenerys asks. "No, that is not it. It is just... his mind is..." the nun tries to explain but lacks the words.

"His mind is perfectly fine. Please send word to the keep if the children need more help, alright?" Daenerys says as her gaze goes to the approaching Tyrys. "Ready to go?" I ask with a smile. He nods. "Yes, m'lord!" He says excitedly. "We are family now, so call me Aegon or Alex. Come, we're going to the keep," I say and hold my hand out for him to take.

As he takes it, we start to walk towards the keep. A regiment of soldiers follows us as does Jorah. "Aegon, why did you and Daenerys choose me? There were better and smarter children than me," he asks, looking at me. "Hmm, because you're a Targaryen, young man. A bastard, but still family. Daenerys is your aunt while I am your cousin," I explained.

"But who are my father and mother then? Weren't you far away?" He asks. "Viserys, my brother, is your father. I don't know how you got here or who your mother is, but we will try to be good parents to you," Daenerys says. "So, I am a Waters? Why did my mother not say anything to the nuns?" He ponders.

"I don't know, but your not a Waters. You're a Targaryen, because that is what I decided. Family is family, no matter where you are from. Remember that Tyrys, family is precious," Daenerys says in a kind manner. He nods, a smile is on his face as we continue our track to the keep. Daenerys and I are pretty happy with the new addition, but this will be a busy family life...