·• BLACKFYRE •·
Maegon Blackfyre is known as the most dangerous man in the world. Stories and legends concerning him reach far away, all the way to Westeros where they whisper about the Dark Dragon of house Blackfyre.
It is true that this man hails...
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MAEGON SAT DOWN IN HIS TENT WITH FURROWED BROWS. Not too long ago a group of Unsullied had come to his camp with word from Queen Daenerys Targaryen who wished to speak with him. Maegon was now closer than ever to meet the woman he have sought for so long, someone who might just have an answer to his dreams. He had sent out scouts to see just how many men she had under her command and was pleasantly surprised to find out that she commanded a force of 8000 Unsullied warriors. If a fight broke out between them, no doubt they would prove to be a mighty challange. But for now Maegon had other things to consider.
He comes from a noble house that have rebelled against the Targaryens on several occasions that have been well recorded throughout history. Can Maegon be truly sure that this is no mere plot to have him assassinated as soon he steps foot in her camp? Perhaps it is or perhaps he is being paranoid, who can really tell? Eventually, after some time to think, Maegon quickly stood from his chair and made sure Blackfyre is strapped to his side. Right now that sword might be some sort of leverage for him. Daenerys might not be trained in how to use a sword but it belonged to house Targaryen before it came into the possession of house Blackfyre. It has sentimental value as well as a powerful reputation.
"Aidan!" Maegon called out and not a second later his friend could be seen by the entrance to his tent. "Gather up the best fighting men and women there is in this army and tell them to make ready. We have a conversation with the Dragon Queen to attend!".
Aidan simply nodded and walked away from Maegon's tent, shouting out orders for someone to ready the horses and for other warriors to make ready. Before Maegon left his tent he drank what was left in a cup of wine, biting his lip in worry has he put the cup back on the table. Either he would come back alive, with a new ally and possibly a way to find answers for his dreams or he would not return at all. Maegon shivered before leaving his tent.
As he walked through his camp, men and women alike bowed their heads in respect as Maegon passed them. Some of them with small smiles on their faces that Maegon returned happily. Even though he always had a sense of security when walking through his own camp, Maegon still felt uneasy when he mounted his horse. He was about to ride into a camp of someone who very well could have him killed if that is what she wished.
"Something worrying you?" Aidan asked, riding up next to his friend as the two waited for the men and women to get ready.
"Is it that obvious?" Maegon answered, worry clear in his voice and he fidgeted slightly in his saddle .
"It is practically written all over your face, friend" Aidan laughed. "Still, if you were not worried I would have to knock some sense into you".
Maegon turned to face Aidan, raising both his eyebrows in a questioning manner as he smirked.
"We both know you can't best me, if you would be able too, you would be the man leading this army and not me" Maegon told him.
"Well a man can dream, can he not? But now the men have gathered and we should ride to meet this Dragon Queen before she loses her patience".
