Chapter 24 - Aenar And Aemon (II)
"What makes you a king? The crown? The throne? The armies, perhaps? But I tell you, all this is the result of one thing. The prestige you have built up over the years. Only that will make you and your descendants respected in the eyes of the people, and with that the crown, the throne, and the armies will appear before you as naturally as rain falling on the ground." Aenar Targaryen, age thirteen, after the beginning of the Reconquest.
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"Are you sure you want the throne, nephew?" Aemon asked, his frail, hoarse voice carrying a hint of concern. Even with a dragon, he knew all too well the difficulties Jon would have to go through to sit on the Iron Throne.
"Yes, I've been preparing for this since I was four, and I can't back down." Jon replied, raising the glass of water Clydas had respectfully served him to his lips. There was no going back on his decision. It was king or die trying, even if he didn't think he would lose the Game of Thrones.
With a sigh, Aemon said, "Please, Clydas, go under my bed. You'll see a loose wooden plank, take it out and get the hidden chest."
Clydas obeyed the order, and under Jon's surprised eyes, the man took out a low chest from a secret compartment under a false wooden plank.
"Nephew, I can't help you, I'm just a blind old man, but I hope this will be of some help." Aemon spoke, his voice carrying a hint of emotion.
If possible, he wanted to be like his counterpart, Aemon the Dragon Knight, but he couldn't and didn't have the strength for that. However, he could help his nephew with one last thing.
"The first item is mine, it was given to me at birth like all Targaryen princes and princesses. The second item was given to me by Brynden Rivers, Lord Bloodraven, one of the great bastards of Westeros." Aemon explained as Clydas opened the chest, revealing an egg and a sword.
The egg looked more like a work of art than an egg, its scales were silver with purple stripes, it looked bigger than any egg in the world.
A dragon's egg.