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Aegon Targaryen/Orys Baratheon
“A dragon egg. Would you like that, Orys? Riding your own dragon someday.”
“I’d like to keep my life and not be burned to death, thank you.”
“You have the blood. The Targaryen blood. We both know it.”
“Aye, but not the full blood, not like yours. Only a bastard born on the wrong side of the blanket. Maybe the dragons could smell that. Your Balerion certainly never took to me.”
“Balerion is jealous.”
“Jealous? Of me? Whatever for?”
“Because he knows.”
“He knows? The dragon knows what, exactly?”
“He knows where my … affection … truly lies.”
“He knows where your hands have been. And your mouth. And your –“
“Hush. My sisters are close by.”
“Your wives, you mean.”
“Yes. And they are at this very moment graciously entertaining your own wife, Orys.”
“Ah yes. The wife you commanded me to wed. How could I forget?”
“We each have our duty, brother.”
“Of course, my king.”