chapter twenty.

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( ACT II; the age of the dragon. )
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chapter 20: the dragon of three heads.

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MENTIONS OF SEXUAL THEMES

THE throne of the Great Pyramid was made of smooth, solid stone, much like the structure it was housed in. Vaegon liked to think that it was akin to sitting on the iron throne, a seat of similar constitution. Even though the seat signified his power, his ruling over one of the largest cities in Essos, the Targaryen hated sitting sitting there, taking the day's supplicants and hearing their complaints and pleas. A selfish part of him wanted to continue to have Daenerys and Raina sit in court for him, but he wouldn't do that to them.

After delegating the issues of court to his future queens for so long, the king had most definitely forgotten how kind numbing it was. Most of the day was filled with complaints over trade, laws that were being broken and often thieves. These minuscule issues alone angered him when he could be further planning their journey to Westeros, a subject he was still torn on considering many factors. Mainly that of arriving with three full grown dragons, ready to instill fear into the lords that wished to defy him.

Would the lords of his country fear him, but in a tyrannical way? He did not wish to take back his throne with his people fearing him as a ruthless, bloodthirsty king, a Maegor the Cruel reborn. Fear was necessary, to a degree, but Vaegon wanted to be seen as his ancestor Jaehaerys I. He wanted to bring about decades of peace in the same manner, when dragons soared and the Realm remained well fed and prosperous.

His daydreaming of an ideal Westeros under his rule was cut short once a well put together older man was brought into the receiving chambers. He bows respectfully to Vaegon before speaking.

"Your Grace," the man spoke in High Valyrian. "Thank you for receiving me."

Vaegon nodded, replying in the same language. "What do you come here for?"

Changing his spoken language to the Common Tongue, something not many of the people of Mereen knew, Vaegon knew immediately this man was well educated. "My name is Fennesz, Your Grace. I come to ask for your leave to return to my old master's possession."

Vaegon immediately met eyes with Daenerys, then Raina, whom both held expression of utter confusion at the request. He looked back to the man, who didn't seem to show any signs that he was here against his will. He was calm and waiting, perhaps even hopeful.

"You wish to be a slave again?" Vaegon questioned. Why had they freed those of Slaver's Bay for some to ask permission to return to their bondage?

"Yes, Your Grace. I was not a slave that toiled in hard labor. I was a teacher and servant to Master Mighdal, whose children I educated," he looked between Daenerys and Vaegon in particular. "My master's seven-year-old daughter Calla admires your house, particularly you, princess. She has learned much from my teachings."

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