15 Dragons - Viserion (1/2)

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Within the Great Pyramid, a group of men and women could be seen standing in shock. Throughout their journey, they had believed that Daenerys was the last Targaryen. At the center of the room was the source of the shock, Edward, who was truly entertained by the group's shocked expression.

”My nephew.” Daenerys was the first to break the silence, ”No, not possible.”

”I know it's hard to take in, find out you are not the last Targaryen, but you must believe me.” I had to think of a way to prove my lineage.

”If you are my nephew, who is your father?” Daenerys questioned, her eyes widened as she questioned me about my origins.

”My father was Rhaegar Targaryen, and my mother was Lyanna Stark. Unlike what you thought, Rhaegar and Lyanna truly love each other and had me and my twin brother.” I answered. This should have at least proved that I had ample knowledge of House Targaryen. ”Don't worry I am not vying for the throne, at least I am not. Since I am not the oldest I am not the heir to the Iron Throne.”

”Prove it,” her eyes cold and bloodthirsty.

Honestly, I don't blame her. If someone came and said that I was no longer the only person left in my house I would want their head if they lied.

”I can prove it to you with your assistance.” My plan required her assistance, without it I wouldn't be able to prove myself.

The best way to prove I was a Targaryen was a test of blood. Targaryens who should be immune to fire could be drowned in fire and come out unharmed. The problem was that I wasn't a pure born Targaryen. I don't know if I have fire immunity, Jon also never tested the theory in the original story. Thinking about the slave brand on my chest I doubted that I did.

The best way was to ride the dragons. I know Jon was able to ride Rheagal, so I should also be able to ride one of them.

”What assistance do you require?” Daenerys questioned. It seemed that she wanted to see this to the end. If I was truly her nephew she wouldn't kill me. Probably.

”Your dragons,” I asked for. The group was all bewildered by my request, they wondered what I wanted to show with her dragons.

”What do you require my dragons for? To ride them?” she laughed.

”Yes, I always wanted to ride a dragon,” I truthfully answer with a smile.

This shocked Daenerys and her group. If Daenerys agreed to my request, then there would be no way to run away from it. I would be sure to die if I wasn't a Targaryen. It was the simplest and most dangerous method to prove my lineage.

”My queen, I don't think it is wise to allow any stranger to attempt to ride one of your dragons. They aren't horses that any should be allowed to attempt to ride.” Jorah gave his opinion.

”No worries, unlike horses, his life is forfeit if he fails,” she said while standing up. Excitement flashed through her eyes as she agree with the test. ”Lets go.”

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