Post by Young Griff on Aug 20, 2015 23:34:35 GMT
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Aegon looked at his mother and smiled as he stepped towards his mother with a hand on the Pommel of Blackfyre. Aegon had just arrived after hiring Forty Thousand Swords to aid in his Conquest of Westeros. They were close to their first invasion and now Aegon was to be crowned by his Lover and the Red Priestess. Aegon had taken the Red God as his own god and he was Azor Ahai, the Prince that was Promised, The King of Prophecy and the last true Dragon. His instant reaction was to almost hug his mother but he was a King and a King didn't show affection publicly or at least to his mother. Aegon was arrogant but he showed some care for the people and was able to keep those who would follow him and inspire fear and love.
Aegon looked at his mother with a Small smile. "Ser Dayne and I were sucessful in recruiting several Sellsword Company's and convinced the Golden Company to back my Claim, Mother." He nodded to one of his men who stepped forward and offered a sword in a sheath. "They gave gifts to me and I had no use for Blackfyre and Dark Sister. As I do not have a Sister or Brother and Ser Arthur has Dawn I have decided I will give you Dark Sister." He nodded as he offered her the pommel while he held the sheath for her. "Our Families Ancestral Swords have been returned to us, mother." Aegon wore Blackfyre proudly. He had grown up to be the envy of everybody in Volantis. He was more pure blooded than any of the Volantine Quarter blooded dogs. But they had an army and followed him because he was the Purest of Bloodlines and he had the right to be king and the duty.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
credit to nat of adoxography.
