"And I want your dragons for my just cause."

You were not an ordinary woman, you brought dragons back to the world. You entered a fire with three stone eggs and came out with three dragons. You were the mother of dragons, you were the dragon's daughter, you were the dragon's bride, you were the magic. You conquered Meeren at fourteen.

And now, a man who claimed to be your nephew, who was said to have died many years ago, felt entitled to demand those dragons from you. He was in your throne room in Meeren, looking at you as if he truly had the right to own your dragons. You always thought you were the last Targaryen, but you weren't if you were to trust what the blue-haired man in front of you said.

It is said that Aegon, the son of your older brother Rhaegar and his wife Elia Martell, died many years ago. However, the man standing in front of you now claimed to be your nephew Aegon. As your thoughts wandered through his mind, the man in front of you cleared his throat. He seemed annoyed by the disbelieving look you were giving him.

"And... I ask for your hand in marriage to strengthen my just cause. As our ancestors said, Targaryen blood must remain pure."