Aegon grimaced as he stared at one of his younger siblings, the young one having latched onto him the moment they seen him. Aegon hadn't seen them in a while, not since before his marriage to his sister-wife, Rhaena.

As Aegon looked them over, his eyes darkened. He knew what had happened, his brute of an uncle, Maegor, tortured the poor thing after ascending the Iron Throne. They were covered in blood, bruises and other injuries.

Aegon held his younger sibling tightly to his body, his jaw clenched as he realized how far they had come to find him. Aegon needed to put his claim to the Throne down, and he needed to fight to earn it back, this beast that was his uncle couldn't sit upon it any longer. That was what he told himself.