Aegon The Free

Breakers of Chains

        By the time Aegon's ships would arrive to Mereen, the hatchlings had since grown into whelps that were now able to fully hunt and feed themselves with the fish of the ocean.

        "Your dragons are growing quickly..." Jorah remarked as he watched both Rhaegal and Drogon rip a fish to shreds.

        "Not quickly enough...I need an army..." Aegon noted as he stared out at the horizon. He had since adorned himself in red and gold silk whilst Daenerys had adorned herself in a blue, silk dress.

        "The Unsullied are one of the strongest armies in all of Westeros..." Jorah informed him.

        "They are also an army of slaves..." Daenerys protested since she knew all-too well what it felt like to be sold like a common slave.

        "Do you have any better suggestions, Aunty?" Aegon quipped in a way that reminded Daenerys far too much of her fallen brother.

        "It's too beautiful of a day to argue..." Daenerys sheepishly backed down from the argument.

        "Besides, I have a plan..." Aegon began as a sinister smirk began to stretch its way across his countenance. Once they had reached Mereen, Aegon would be forced to listen to The Slave Master drone on about how strong his Unsullied Army was. All the while, The Slave Master would cast insults at Aegon that he thought he would not be able to understand. His interpreter, Missendai would certainly do her best to leave his insults out of her interpretations.

        "What do The Beggar King and Queen wish to trade for my army?" The Slave Master then asked what Aegon and Daenerys had to offer for trade.

        "We have dragons; we'll give you one..." Aegon replied with a smirk as Missendai translated his offer to High Valyrian.

        "He wants the biggest one..." Missendai then replied.

        "Done..." Aegon agreed without hesitation. Once Daenerys and Aegon had retrieved the largest of their three dragons, The Slave Master would lead them to where his Unsullied Soldiers stood loyally by.

        "Aunty..." Aegon then instructed Daenerys to retrieve Rhaegal from the carrier they kept their dragons in. Rhaegal screeched with protest as he attempted to fly away the moment he had been released, only to be tethered to his mother's hand by the leash she was holding onto. The Slave Master's jaw dropped at the mere sight of Rhaegal as he immediately handed Aegon his whip in exchange for Daenerys' leash handle.

        "Is it done then?" Aegon checked as he stared down at the whip.

        "It is done, you hold the whip..." Missendai translated for The Slave Master.

       "The Beggar King has his army!" The Slave Master then remarked as he struggled to hold onto Rhaegal's leash.

        "Unsullied!" Aegon then called out in High Valerian to his new army, much to Jorah's shock as he held up the whip. The Unsullied responded by stamping their spears on the ground as a sign that they understood their new master.

        "Forward march!" Aegon then instructed, once again, in High Valyrian as his new army began to march towards him.

       "Halt!" Aegon then commanded with a smirk as his new army came to a halt.

        "Tell the Beggar King that his beast won't come!" The Slave Master ordered to Missendai as Rhaegal continued to fight against his hold.

        "The dragon is not a slave!" Aegon then responded to The Slave Master in his own language.