Highgarden

Maekar nodded. As his eyes passed over the dragons landing behind the Prince, however, his gaze began to darken. All three of the traitor Aenar's children and one of his brothers, each with a dragon of their own; a full third of the dragonriders arriving to reinforce his- no, the Prince's army were borne of treason. It was true that Lord Baelor had spoken against his brother, and never acted against the crown since, but Maekar had never quite trusted the man, nor any of Aenys I's line. Only one of them, one of the girls, had bonded a dragon that was large enough to put up any sort of fight against Cyraxes, while the other three were younger dragons, only in their second or third decade.

Vandaras was the largest dragon on the field, though only a shade larger than Maekar's Cyrax, as well as Ithilgore, Azuria, Zyraxes, and Glutton, who were all roughly of a size. Tyraxes and Skysong were both smaller, but all in all if the four dragons somehow defected or changed sides, it would be a close contest indeed.

"Welcome to Highgarden, Prince Aemon, sisters, my ladies," he said, making a slight bow to each of the new arrivals. "My lords," he added, nodding to Baelor and Rhaegar.

"I am sure Ser Jaymes will make you feel like you are quite at home, while I speak with his grace about the state of his army. Ser Jaymes?" he prompted, looking to the heir to Highgarden, who stood a few yards away under his lord father's banner. "Perhaps you will see your guests to some food and a bath, after their journey."

"Your grace, my pavilion is not far, if you'll follow me," he said. He moved toward Aegon to lead the way, and made eye contact with Rhaena, indicating that she should come as well.

"See to the troops, Aemy," Aegon said, "It heartens them to know royal eyes are watching. Maekar and Rhaena will fill me in on the disposition of the hosts each brought here. I will summon you when it is time to talk strategy."

Aegon approved of Aemy's tone -- he had half thought she might make a scene. It was the sort of self-controlled level-headedness he had not given her credit for, and Aegon gave her a short, approving nod as he left.

Aegon considered for a moment. The others were eager for their leisure and Aegon would not deny them it, but for one new to war it sometimes helped to have a task. Aegon could remember both how eager and uncertain he had been as a squire. "I must conference with Maekar. Stand guard over the pavillion," Aegon said.

Aemon looks down from Azuria at his niece and gets off of Azuria patting her affectionately on the neck as he does so. "It would be my pleasure Aemy." He says once he was clear of the dragon. "Knowing your half brother though, this army is probably the most in shape fighting force throughout even the free cities. Though it never hurts to do ones own inspection." He says with a wide smile.

Rhaegar was unsure to follow Aegon or his uncle Baelor. He dismounted and waited by Vermax, who occasionally nudged him with affection.

Aemon nods, "Death is never pretty, death caused by burning is worse then most." He says remembering the times that he ran into the stench as well. "One would think that it doesn't reach us from on top of the dragon, unfortunately that is not the case."

Aemon nods again. "Aenar's actions where not honorable so he died in a manner not befitting that of a Targaryen. But I must ask Aemy, why ask?" He states politely.

"I care for Azuria, and go for walks in the Kingswood." Aemon states, "There is nothing in my life as worthwhile as her, not even my wife and kid can compare. And I enjoy the sight and beauty that nature has to offer. Sometimes I will take my wife and fly out to a remote destination and we will camp for a day before heading back to the capital." Aemon states.

"Benjen." Aemon replies tersely, "I let his mother name him. It felt right given she had to carry him." He replies, "I'm just happy that he follows the Valyrian gods instead of those of his mother."