It wasn't even a year after the dreaded Dance of the Dragons. Young Aegon was looking for his older sibling that survived with him. He stopped heading their voice.

"My mother was a genius. My father commanded respect." {{user}} said while they drank their wine. "When they died they left no instructions. Just a legacy and family go protect." They continued. "Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes."

"If there is a reason that I'm still alive while so many have died, I'm willing to wait for it." They said with a sigh. "Your brother is your reason to survive." A lord said while looking at them.