Burn For You [Game of Thrones]

A Golden Crown

"The Targaryen girl—"

"Seven Hells, don't start with her again. The girl will die and I'll hear no more of it."

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Aemon and Daenerys were in Daenerys's tent. The Targaryen girl holding her green egg in her hands, Lucerys was holding the greenish-copper egg. He put his eggs back in his sister's tent simply because he didn't trust Viserys not to take them.

The Targaryen boy set his eyes on the burning coals. Daenerys following his lead, they walked over to the coals. They kneeled by the caldron of coals slowly placing the eggs on them. The two Targaryens watched the eggs.

One of Daenerys handmaidens walked in calling out to them, "Khaleesi? Aemon?"

Daenerys reached in and grabbed her egg the handmaiden rushed over, "Oh, Khaleesi!" She quickly grabbed the egg from Daenerys's hands only to drop it at the heat. She quickly grabbed Daenerys's hands showing no burns.

Daenerys looked at her hands before flipping over the girls hands to see burns, "You're hurt."

Aemon looked from them down to the egg he still had on the coals, grabbing it, unflinching at the heat. He looked at the egg in fascination, muttering to himself, "Fire cannot harm a dragon. Dragons are fire made flesh."

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Aemon stood to the side with Jorah and Viserys as the Khalasar was in one big tent. Daenerys was in the middle, everyone watching her as she ate a horse heart.

The Dothraki chanting, "Rakh! Rakh! Rakh Haj!"

A red priestess was also there, "Khalakka Dothrae!"

"Rakh! Rakh! Rakh Haj!"

They continued to chanted as Daenerys worked on eating the horse heart.

"She has to eat the whole heart?" Viserys asked Jorah. Before looking back at Daenerys, "I hope that wasn't my horse."

Aemon smirked a little at that, going unseen by Viserys. He hoped it was his brother's horse.

"She's doing well," Jorah stated, a proud look in his eyes.

"She'll never keep it down," Viserys said.

"You do not give her enough credit, brother," Aemon watches his twin a proud glint in his eye.

"Tell me what's she's saying."

"'The Prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of his hooves. Swift as the wind he rides. His enemies will cower before him... and their wives will weep tears of blood'," Jorah translates for the Targaryen, "She's going to have a boy."

"He won't be a real Targaryen," Viserys said, Aemon could hear the frightened tone of his voice, if Daenerys had a son, someone who wasn't him could vivid for the throne. Someone could take it away from him. In all honesty, Aemon could take the throne right out from under his older brother with just one swipe of his sword. However tempting the thought was, he wouldn't, but he would only not do it for Daenerys, "He won't be a true dragon."