Date: 294 A.D.
Point of View: Aegon
Braavos
Aegon Blackfyre, with deep blue hair, gazed at the city in the distance with his brow slightly furrowed.
The sea wind flowed in through the window, but his mind had already traveled far from there.
Resting in his arms was a delicate, warm body. Aegon caressed it absentmindedly, though his thoughts were elsewhere, in another time.
A year ago, while playing peacefully at home, he had been dragged without explanation into this world.
At first, he had felt fear. Confusion. Resistance.
But now, after nearly a year living as a time traveler, he understood his situation perfectly.
He had arrived in the world of Game of Thrones.
And, according to the identity imposed upon him, he was Aegon Targaryen, the supposed son of Rhaegar, last heir prince of the dynasty, nephew of Daenerys Targaryen… and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.
A glorious identity.
And a false one.
Precisely for that reason, he decided to break away from the plans of the former owner of that body. He would not be a puppet of prophecies or foreign conspiracies.
He chose the path of steel and gold.
He became a mercenary.
Thanks to his absurdly outstanding abilities, he rose quickly until he became one of the two deputy leaders of the group. In time, he ended up occupying the highest position.
The absolute leader.
"Hmm…"
A soft moan escaped from the body in his arms.
The woman stretched lazily, arching her back like a cat waking in the sun. When she noticed Aegon's intense gaze, she shrank slightly with a shy smile and sought refuge against his chest.
It was Bellegere Otherys.
The youngest and most beautiful socialite in Braavos, a woman whose beauty was capable of captivating kings and princes. Yet at that moment, she appeared docile, almost compliant, curled up in Aegon's arms.
Bellegere was a declared lover of beautiful faces, and Aegon fit perfectly into her aesthetic ideal. Moreover, as a high-level courtesan, she had never had to sell her body as common prostitutes did in other continents.
Bellegere toyed with him as she stroked his blue hair and laughed softly.
"You are so strong… my true dragon."
Aegon finished dressing with her help.
"After reclaiming the throne, you will be able to proclaim yourself king, and I will be your queen," Bellegere exclaimed enthusiastically.
Aegon turned, pulled her against him, and kissed her softly before replying:
"Kings usually marry daughters of nobles for political convenience. You should not wait for me to become king… you might lose me."
Bellegere narrowed her eyes, smiling seductively.
"Isn't it said that many Valyrian dragon kings had multiple wives? Besides, you are a true dragon. Don't you want me to lie in your bed alongside the other queens?"
"You said it yourself," Aegon replied with a smile. "I am eagerly awaiting the day it arrives."
Then he gave her a playful slap on the hips.
"Your Majesty, why are you returning to Pentos so soon?"
The voice belonged to a middle-aged man, also with short blue hair. He wore a clean silk outfit, his beard was perfectly shaved, and his bearing was severe.
Jon Connington.
Former squire to Prince Rhaegar and his closest friend.
From the moment he learned that Rhaegar's son was still alive, protecting him and helping him overthrow the usurpers had become the sole purpose of his existence.
Aegon turned around and replied calmly, concealing the truth:
"I heard rumors that Illyrio has obtained a pair of dragon eggs."
In reality, his objective was another: to take them from the future Mother of Dragons.
He had also heard disturbing rumors.
Gregor Clegane, who had abandoned his brutality to develop territories and invent impossible things: refined white salt, soap, noodles, chopsticks, military whistles.
Terrence Celtigar, invincible with a Valyrian steel axe and accompanied by a monster capable of sinking ships.
Even a new religion that worshiped Thor Horse Head.
That could not be mere chance.
It was not a common butterfly effect.
There was only one explanation.
I am not the only time traveler.
If it were not for them, he would have followed the original course: lead the largest mercenary group, invade Westeros, and marry the Dragon Queen.
But now the board had changed.
Time travelers.
Magic.
Dragons.
Gods.
This world had become far more dangerous.
Fortunately, the main plot had not yet begun. He still had time to grow stronger.
They are waiting too, he thought.
Jon Connington asked no further questions. He had already sworn loyalty to Aegon. Even if he did not understand certain orders, he would obey them without hesitation.
After all, the desire for dragon eggs was the most natural thing in the world for a Targaryen.
Pentos
"Your Majesty, what has happened?"
Illyrio Mopatis slowly straightened up, wearing a careful smile.
"I have just returned," Aegon said in a firm voice, "and I have learned that you possess dragon eggs."
"Your Majesty, I regret that the raven did not carry the news to you," Illyrio replied, surprised by how quickly Aegon had learned of it.
Even so, he saw nothing strange in Aegon's reaction.
After all…
What Targaryen would not covet dragon eggs?