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AEREA WELCOMED THE BASTARDS FROM KINSGLANDING with hesitancy, she had stayed by Addam's side which was peculiar for her but in her mind...
She wasn't safe. Not because they were low-born or bastards. No... It was because of the riot in Kingslanding and... Jaehaerys's brutal murder she saw happen...
Addam seemed confused by her sudden closeness but could tell it was out of fear so he made sure she was a bit behind him just in case.
There were whispers around the room from the commoners.
They all had questions.
But they awaited the Queen.
"Excuse me, Mi'lord?"
Addam and Aerea look over at an older tall muscular man with the Targaryen hair.
"May I ask...?"
Aerea looks at Addam unsure of what to even say as her tongue got stuck in her throat.
"Princess Aerea, correct?" The man greets her.
Jacaerys looks over at that, wanting to make the man leave Aerea alone, but Baela needed him.
Aerea nods silently.
"I do apologize if I am overstepping but I left my wife and life to come here... I need to know... Is this worth it?" He asked the two of them.
Addam decided to speak up for her, "I am new to dragon riding myself, I was lowborn until recently," he told him, "as yourself. We understand all of your positions. We've all been here."
Aerea nodded in agreement, "t-" she tried to speak as they looked at her, she took a deep breath as she wrapped her arm around Addam's as a trauma response, "tis a hard thing to try to claim... A dragon of all living beings... But I can reassure one thing to you folks..." They all stare at her as she started to breath heavily, Addam suddenly took her hand.
Aerea looks up at him as he nods with a smile.
"If you just follow us and this path... It'll lead you to a fate only some dream of," Aerea said, "I was like you... A bastard of House Targaryen. I never really accepted being legitimized until it was forced upon me... So I do believe this is worth it," she told the man straight.
The man nods with a small smile, "I am grateful, thank you."
That's when someone else stepped forward, an even older gray-haired guy, not silver hair, but sometimes bastards can be born without that certain gene.
"I am Ulf... I um, want to say, I curse the name of the Prince Regent," he stumbles over his words before putting out his hand to shake hers.
Aerea looks at his hand with a tightening feeling in her chest from the mention of Aemond, she just touches her bump unsure.
When Baela walks over.
"Perhaps you could take a step back?" Baela told him.
Ulf put his hands up and backs up, "my sincere apologies-"
