[b][color=gold] Ser Aerion's Discussion with the Throne[/color][/b]

Ser Aerion patiently waited until all others in attendance had been dismissed. He made his way over to an empty chair, hands clasped upon his lap. The King and Queen spoke to the remaining individuals, passing on their thoughts, wishes, orders, and thanks. King Jon had an eloquent way of ruling, and while Ser Aerion had only known the man, or rather sovereign ruler for but a few days, he certainly was every bit a king and ruler as the true Targaryen's of old. He did feel a bit nervous, and who wouldn't, due to the fact that war would soon be coming, and that once again, he'd have to embark to a far flung region to enforce the King's Peace and rule of law. Sighing, Aerion drove those thoughts from his head, as he watched the rest of the people in attendance take their leave. Soon enough, it'd be his turn to speak privately, and put his fate in the hands of those before him.

Ser Aerion turned his head around to see a royal page entering the room, the man bowing, before announcing that the Princess Daenyra would soon be arriving. He bowed once more, before taking his position along the wall of the room. Taking a deep breath, Ser Aerion rose up as the princess entered the chamber, taking the time to bow as she gracefully made her way to sit by her family. Odd, Aerion thought, as he moved to the center of the room, standing before the table which king and queen sat behind, that now he'd be nervous to speak with honorable individuals, yet be able to charge a monstrous creature he'd never seen before. 'Be brave, be honorable, and face this like any other challenge before', Ser Aerion thought, before clearing his throat to begin speaking.

"Your Majesty's, King Jon, and Queen Daenerys, along with you, your Highness, Princess Daenyra, I want to first thank you for granting me this opportunity to speak with you all. I will be as brief as I can be, in order to not take up anymore of your time. I put my faith in your judgement and ruling, and will abide by it, regardless of the outcome. Whether or not you believe in the divine, or the mystical, Princess Daenyra has a gift, or perhaps an intuitive ability to perceive things that few may truly know. I wholeheartedly believe it it best that I speak to you about who I am, so to speak from the Dragon's mouth, so that nothing could be misconstrued." Aerion paused, looking over to the Princess, eyeing her inquisitively, before continuing. 

"Your daughter, your Majesty's, may have told you, and may have not." Aerion sighs for but a moment, "I know this may seem fanciful, or perhaps unlikely, but I am the Great-Grandson of Prince Aerion Targaryen, the Brightflame. My family exists from his union between my Great-Grandmother, Lady Yna Ormollen of Lys. While I can not say if I am the result of a true marriage, or a heated passionate meeting, Prince Aerion Brightflame did lay with Lady Yna while he was in Lys. When he left, at least from what my mother told me, from her parents, and theirs, that Prince Aerion gave us a name after himself, before his departure from Lys. My family has lived across the Narrow Sea since their creation." Ser Aerion paused, holding his hand up, to allow himself to continue.

"I know the history of the past well enough to know that House Blackfyre created many problems for the throne when succession for who would be King arose. I know that many died, and that the Blackfyre's persisted well up until your own induction of Lord Aegon Blackfyre into the Targaryen household. My family too dealt with the Blackfyre's, back during the wars started by King Maelys Blackfyre. My family was almost extinguished from that man's cruelty and lust for power. It instilled a deep lesson within my Father, one that he ensured I learned even after his passing. A mad lust for power is the demise of even the greatest of houses, such lust and desire must be tempered and balanced through honor and integrity." He stopped, sighing, before continuing, "I am here to swear a solemn oath before you, that House Goldfyre... or rather myself, have no desires to have any claim to the throne, nor do I wish to see my House absorbed into your own House, your Majesty's. I am proud of who I am and the short history of my family. I would consider it a great honor to be allowed to continue on, as a Cadet House sworn to the throne as the throne see's fit, be it as the Tyrell's were before when they served House Gardner, or how the larger houses have a secondary house that rules from another location, or however you all see fit." Ser Aerion bowed his head forward, before finishing what he had intended to bring up.

"There is also one final matter, that I thought best to bring before you in private. I know not how my family truly attained this heirloom, but it has been with us since our creation on Lys, so many years ago. I have a Dragon egg, white and gold, said to be Prince Aerion's own egg. You, as the only rider's of Dragons, and my royal sovereigns, deserve to know, and to decide the fate of me, the last Goldfyre, and the egg within my possession. I place myself at your mercy, and pray that, even though distant, you see me as a loyal and faithful family member, rather than a threat." Ser Aerion finished, and awaited the Targaryen response.