Chapter 211 - The False Dragon (III)
"Let the curtains open for the show to begin." Daenerys looks at Aegon with a cold smile.
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Rhaenys' eyes fell on the leader of the entourage that had just arrived. He was a young boy, no more than fourteen, although compared to the height of Aenar, who was the same age, the young man was a dwarf. He had pale blond hair and deep purple eyes, almost blue. He was handsome, but just that, handsome, nothing like the inhuman beauty of Visenya, Daenerys and Aenar.
Rhaenys couldn't help but feel sickened by the look of genuine joy on the boy's face. He seemed genuinely happy about her arrival, which showed how much this young man had been raised as a puppet over the years.
Even if this young man really was her brother, Aegon was just a pawn in other people's conspiracies. Rhaenys estimated that if it were Aegon, she wouldn't kill him, but she was sure she could never fully trust him, as she trusted her family.
With the arrival of Aegon and his entourage, including some nobles from Westeros, everyone stopped eating and watched the show that was about to take place with great expectations. In a world without much entertainment, polemics were what drew the most attention, especially polemics from the Royal Family.
"Sister!" Aegon exclaimed as he looked at the beautiful figure sitting next to Daenerys, there was a genuine look of joy in his expression. The boy had seen the silver dragon flying over King's Landing and knew that this was his sister.
However, the next few words made Aegon's smile stiffen completely.
"Don't call me sister, my brother is dead." Rhaenys said with disgust and surprising coldness.
Although Aegon seemed hurt by Rhaenys' words, he soon recovered and showed a determined look. He knew it wouldn't be easy to convince Rhaenys of his truth, but he wasn't worried about it.
After all, blood is thicker than water. Especially the blood of House Targaryen, where fire and brimstone ran through his and her veins.