A GAME OF FIRE AND GOLD

Chapter 1

Master Illyrio, a man of considerable wealth and power, was known for his portly frame and extravagant sense of style. His flamboyant yellow robe, made of the finest silk and adorned with intricate designs, a symbol of his opulence and influence, walks up to Daemon, a youthful prince with a Scar over his left eye. He looks at Daemon and considers whether it is wise to reveal all the dragon eggs to him or not. With a deep sigh, he decides to show him only the largest egg, which is as big as a watermelon and has a glossy, iridescent surface. 

Approaching Prince Daemon's seat now with a new sense of urgency. As he leans over the Prince's ornate chair, his finely tailored robes rustle softly. He lowers his voice to a barely audible whisper and addresses the Prince with respect. "My Prince," he says, "I humbly request a moment of your time in private. May we speak?"

Daemon contemplates the words Master Illyrio has said, his brow slightly furrowing. He rises from his seat and quietly follows Master Illyrio away from the hord of Dothraki, leaving his siblings behind. As they make their way through the brightly lit corridors of the chateau, Daemon's mind is preoccupied with the weight of the forthcoming conversation. He feels a sense of responsibility towards his family, especially towards his sister, Daenerys. Knowing his brother's explosive temper, he hesitates to leave Daenerys alone with Viserys for too long. The thought of what could happen in his absence drives him to cut to the chase as soon as they are Illyryio stops.

    As Daemon inquired, "What do you need, Master Illyrio?", Master Illyrio took hold of his hand and began pulling him towards the catacombs. Daemon was left puzzled and asked, "What in the name of The Fourteen Flames do you think you're doing, Illyrio?" But Illyrio remained silent and continued dragging him towards the catacombs.

After they reached the catacombs, they were greeted by the darkness and dust that had accumulated over time. It felt like no one had been down there for decades. It was a spooky atmosphere that would make anyone but Daemon feel uneasy.

It was then that Master Illyrio finally spoke, revealing his true intentions. He said, "I have kept this safe for a long time now. It was meant for a worthy Targaryen, unlike your sister and brother. When such a person arrives, I will give this to them. So they can use it to reclaim what is rightfully theirs and make this world prosperous again in the way that Old Valyria was."

Daemon was left wondering what Master Illyrio had been keeping safe for all these years. The darkness of the catacombs only added to the mystery of what could be hidden down there.

    The portly man walks away, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the vast chamber, the sound reverberating off the walls. The room is dimly lit, and the air is thick with a sense of anticipation. After a few moments, the man returns, dragging a chest behind him that appears to be incredibly heavy and cumbersome. The chest is not like any ordinary chest that Daemon has seen before. Its surface is adorned with intricate designs, and it emanates an aura of power and mystery that is palpable.

As the chest is opened, Daemon's eyes widen in amazement. Inside lies a dragon egg, unlike any he has ever seen before. The egg is enormous and magnificent, with shimmering scales that catch the dim light of the chamber. Its deep Black, accentuated by brilliant streaks of Obsidian that pulse with a life of their own. The egg seems to be alive, and Daemon can feel its energy emanating from within.

Stunned and awestruck, Daemon can hardly believe what he is seeing. He struggles to catch his breath as he takes in the sight before him. This is a moment that he will never forget, a moment that will change his life forever.