The Birth of Dragons

Prince Aemon Targaryen

The dragons purred at night, they were growing quickly, as the heat of the desert fed into their primal nature. It was an honour getting to see them grow, that the black dragon, the biggest one of the three was his, was brilliant as well, they were young yet though, perhaps not quite ready for battle, certainly not for an invasion. Aemon looks at his sister as she stares at the dragons in wonder, and finds himself whispering. "You're beautiful."

His sister turns and blushes. "Thank you." She replies.

Aemon smiles. "You know, I think we might get a chance to get home sooner, than we had first thought." It is something he has been considering for some time, and now, he feels as if it might be the right time to voice it.

Daenerys looks intrigued by his words, for she asks. "What do you mean? Without needing to go to Astapor?"

Aemon hesitates, he knows his sister does not quite like the thought of going to Astapor, a place where there are slaves and all sort of other things, and truth be told, neither does he, but it needs to be done. "No, we needs must still go there." He sees the frown on her face, and then quickly says. "But the dragons, they are our ticket away from here."

"How?" his sister asks tilting her head.

"Three dragons, they are the only three dragons in existence, we are the ones who brought them back to this world. You see what that means? We are as good as Gods, to everyone. The Dothraki see it, the others who have come with us since, see it as well. The Westerosi bowed to Aegon the Conqueror with his dragons, and they treated him as a God. They will do the same to us, once we give them reason to." Aemon responds enthusiastically.

"What do you mean?" his sister asks.

Aemon pauses, considering what to say here, some of the things that have been arranged are not completely good things, and he does not want his sister to think less of him for them, but she does need to know the truth. In order for the breach between them to heal. "The magister has his allies in Westeros, they are working to make the climate in Westeros more conducive to our return."

"What do you mean by that?" Daenerys asks.

"What I mean is that right now, Westeros is at peace, we cannot attack it now, we would be destroyed." Aemon points out.

"But I thought there were people waiting to rise for us?" Dany asks.

Aemon shakes his head. "Yes, there are people waiting for us to return, but they would not rise up unless they had true reason to. People are fickle things; they will not rise unless they think that there are things they can get out of it. Chaos, will bring that."

"So what will the chaos look like? Is that what we really want? Creating chaos, in order to get something done?" Dany asks.

Aemon sighs. "It is not a nice thing to think on, but it is necessary. The people will suffer in the short term, but in the long run, they will prosper under us. They will prosper under us, in a way that they could never do under the Baratheons."

Dany looks at him curiously. "Do you think that truly?"

Aemon nods. "Yes, I believe it. Viserys believed it as well, even though he was very misguided in his approach. We must make moves now, in the right approach, in the right way." He moves toward Dany, and tilts her chin up. "Tell me Dany, what do you know about the ladies who serve you?"

His sister looks at him questioningly. "They were given to me by Drogo, to serve as my ladies in waiting, to provide me with a way of looking into the Dothraki way of life. Why?"

Aemon hesitates for a moment, if he is to explain this properly, he needs to do it with some thought. "They were given to you by Khal Drogo, but they were recommended to him by someone else. A man who the Khal listens to very often. A man named Darkhan. That man is the man who controls where the Dothraki go, and what they do. Some of the Dothraki are heading off to meet with the man, and as such, everything you talk about with the girls, goes back to him."

"What does that mean?" Dany asks.

"It means that we are being spied on, it means that even though the Dothraki are idiots, they have a man who will use their information against us. It means no one can be trusted amongst your girls." Aemon explains.

"So are we to keep our discussions and information, completely to ourselves?" Dany asks, sounding worried.

"Yes. We cannot trust anyone, other than each other. We are the last of the old blood, we must regain what was taken from us, and we must ensure that we do not allow anyone to tear us apart." Aemon responds.

Dany nods, and then leans up and kisses him briefly, before pulling away and whispering. "What of those who our brother considered enemies? Will we take them down, or work with them?"

Aemon hesitates for a second, unsure of how to respond to the question, it is an issue that has kept him up at night, late into the night, until the sun rises, and now, now, he feels as though he is unsure of where the sky is, and where the night begins. "I think that we must make sure that we have them in hand. We must make them see that the Baratheons are the ones who have brought the seven kingdoms to their knees. We must bring them back to the real path."

"And if they do not realise this?" Dany asks.

Aemon looks at his sister, really looks at her, then responds. "We shall remove them from existence."