The Orange Shore

Brandon nodded. Common or noble, the Targaryens took whom they wanted.

"I am also a Snow." he said.

Brandon eyed the girl curiously, "I fought with your father," he said, "At Bitterbridge, where he died. I was very young, then, but I remember. It's where I won my knighthood."

So that's where he perished... 'Congratulations' she says sincerly meaning his knighting 'Thank you' she says softly, meaning for the knowledge of her sires exact place and battle of death

Yana watches the dragon and rider, alertly for any threat they might pose given the infomation that was shared with her by the Prince, wandering why they arrived with such haste

Aegon nodded slowly. He walked a short ways down the beach, still close by and easily seen by those at the camp, though out of range of hearing normal conversation.

Aegon and Elseyris retreated off into the middle distance, too far to hear their words or read their expressions, though they were clearly having an animated discussion about something. They spoke from an arm's length for a time, then Elsey moved closer so that the two were touching. Slightly later, Aegon ran his hand through his hair and walked a few paces away, only to walk back closer again and take her hand.

After a time, Aegon and Elsey turned and walked back to the camp.

"Elseyris brings grave tidings," Aegon said to the entire group as he approached the camp. "My father King Maegor II Targaryen is dead, slain by my brother's whore Vira Blackwood. Maekar has not yet made a claim for the throne, as far as we know, but I cannot imagine he will wait long. Other news as well -- it seems before he died, the King attainted both the Master of Whisperers and Inquisitor Trajan, executing the former and sending the latter into exile."

He paused for a moment, eyes meeting each man and woman in turn. "I am my father's eldest trueborn child. With his passing, I claim by right of inheritance under the laws of our land the title King of Westeros and proclaim my rulership of the Seven Kingdoms. I am King Aegon of House Targaryen, second of my name. Kneel and swear fealty."

"My oath of fealty shall be our marriage vow, Your grace," Rhaena replied, eying Elseyris, before looking back to Aegon, "or has that changed?" She clasped her arms in front of her over her stomach.

Yana looks shocked and alarmed at the news and sinks to both knees bowing 'I do swear.. Long live the King and your Queen.' she says softly but with utter conviction.

Brandon stared into space for a moment. His brother- well half brother- was dead. The only reason he had come down from the mountains, back to civilization had been to keep Maegor safe- from the militants, from traitorous lords, and finally- and most of all- from himself. And Brandon had failed.

He eyed his companions and their responses. Laena and Rhaena had both made comments that associated fealty with Rhaena's ascension to Queenhood. They were truly fortunate that Brandon's cloak was white, and not black. The girl Yana had mouthed the same words, but he'd of doubted she knew the meaning of it.

He watched Aegon and saw a boy even though he knew him a man bloodied and tested. So young. But he had shown honorable conduct throughout. And while he did not, perhaps, have Maegor's mettle, at least Brandon had confidence he would not give a command to soil the honor of the Kingsguard.

"You stood with me, your grace, in that Lysene square, I will stand with you. Against all comers," Brandon finally said. "Even if my oath did not require it. Even were I not kingsguard, I would serve you," he drew his sword, and knelt blade's sharp point in the soft orange sand.

"The King is dead. Long live the King. Long live King Aegon!"

Aegon watched them in the dim glow of the fire.  "Time is of the essence now," he said, "For we cannot know what evil will be wrought the longer we are away.  We will push on towards Dragonstone at first light."


"It has not changed," Aegon said, watching her protective gesture, "And I would tell our followers why it will not, but perhaps that is an announcement for you to make."

Arenya raised her head at her niece's pungent announcement of being with child. That explained most of her behavior in Valyria.

"Do not upset yourself, Your Grace.. " she then glanced over at Aegon, "I am sure the king did not mean it as sounded. I am sure he felt you should make the wonderous annoucement being that you have been blessed to bring a new heir to this dynasty."

Rhaena looked him back, eyes not leaving his for a long moment, until she raised her head slightly and looked somewhat satisfied with that. "True enough, your grace, and it is a cause for great joy, knowing our families line is to be properly continued."