The Gentle Queen: HOTD

Meeting |25|

(Mentions of SA)

"Aegon, my sweet boy, can you come here?" Lilly gently asked from her seat, catching her son's attention from where he was playing with his toys.

"Yes, muna," he said, standing up and rushing to her chair, climbing into her lap, mindful of his baby sister in her other arm.

"Is that your dragon Nyra gave you?" she asked quietly, gesturing to the wooden dragon in his hands and making him nod.

"Ya, I want one, mama. I want a big dragon that goes rwar," he said, pretending to roar, making her chuckle.

"Well, you are a Targaryen; it is your right to a dragon, my sweet boy, and one day you will get that," she assured him, but he pouted.

"Then where is my egg?" he said with a sad pout, making her frown.

"Some eggs do not hatch, so that means you must go out and claim your dragon. You are only three, Aegon. There is still time, and if it does not hatch, then there are other dragons at the dragon pit that you can attempt to claim when you are older."

"Who?" he asked, making her think as she looked down, feeling her little girl wiggle.

"There are Sunfyre, Dreamfyre, and Vermithor and Silverwing, who are unclaimed dragons, but perhaps one day if you don't bond with one of them, you can go to Dragonstone and make your way to the dragon mount, where some of the biggest dragons reside: the Cannibal Sheepsteeler, Shrykos, and Morgul," she said, gently tapping his nose and making him giggle.

"Mama," he whined as she began tickling him before they calmed down. "Aegon, you know how I have told you all those stories about your uncle Daemon?" she asked, making him nod.

"Mmmhm, is he still at war, muna?" he asked, making her smile.

"No, he came home today and would really like to meet you. If that is ok with you, he and I will understand."

"I want to meet him," he said, happily wiggling, making her smile and nod.

"Wonderful, let me call for him. Ok, you go play while we wait," she said, letting him slide down and go back to his toys as she went to the door, ordering a maid to call for Prince Daemon before placing her now-sleeping baby back in her cradle.

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"I was called by the queen," Daemon said to the two guards, who nodded and opened the door.

"Prince Daemon, your Grace," Ser Arryk said, bowing to her as she stood up, setting her book down, and laughing softly when she felt Aegon run behind her.

"Thank you, Ser Arryk," she said before turning her attention to Daemon, who smiled softly at her.

"Do I finally get to meet my nephew?" Daemon asked after a moment, noticing a little head of Targaryen locks peeping from out behind her dress skirt.

"I believe you do," she said, nodding before gently guiding her son to stand in front of her.

"Aegon, my dear, this is your uncle Daemon," she said, running her hand through his hair and noticing how nervous he was as Daemon walked closer.

"Daemon, this is your nephew, my son Aegon after your brother," she introduced as he kneeled down to be at a more similar height to the young boy.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Aegon." Daemon whispered, not wishing to alarm the boy, who gave a small, shy smile.

"Hello, Kepus," Aegon said quietly, surprising the man.

"Your pronunciation is amazing, young one. You know your mother had bragged about how well you were picking up our Valarian language; she certainly did not lie," he commented, making the young boy beam in joy as he walked closer to his uncle, who now sat on the floor.