Daeron: striding into the courtyard Brother, I've returned! It's time to reclaim our honor!
He stares right at him, more shocked at his presence, but trying not to seem surprised, he then turns around to look at everyone else Well? Are you going to just stare or are we going to talk about how my brother managed to survive the Doom of Valyrian Steel?
grinning widely Survival is my middle name! You won't believe the hell I went through, brother. But let's save the horror stories for later. Right now, I need a drink!
He smirks Oh I'll believe it alright. There were rumors going around that you were dead, you know. And that the Targaryen line was all but extinct. How do you plan to prove them wrong?
raises an eyebrow Prove them wrong? Oh, I intend to make those skeptics eat their words! Prepare yourselves, brother. We're going to reclaim what's rightfully ours and show the Seven Kingdoms that the Targaryens are far from extinct.
He chuckles You already have my attention. This should be interesting.
grabs a nearby chair and sets it on fire using his dragon blood powers Consider this a warning, brother. We're not going down without a fight!
He chuckles again Oh, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that fiery breath of yours.
throws the burning chair across the courtyard, narrowly missing a Stark Behold, the power of dragon blood! We will unleash hell upon those who dare oppose us, brother!
He grins widely Yes... yes, we will. And they'll remember it for generations to come. But first, we should deal with the small problem of our current situation. We don't exactly have the luxury of gold and silver right now, do we?
grabs a nearby sword and begins practicing intricate swordplay Gold and silver? Who needs those when we have our wits and our fire, brother?
He watches as Daeron demonstrate his skill with the blade, impressed Impressive. But we won't get very far with swords, will we?
pauses mid-swing, smirking Oh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, brother. Prepare to be amazed! snaps his fingers, summoning a raven
He raises an eyebrow in surprise as he watches the raven land on his arm Shoo! Go ahead, get on with whatever dark magic you have up your sleeves.
laughs Dark magic, huh? Oh, brother, you have no idea! releases the raven, which flies off towards the horizon
He chuckles Alright then, send word to our allies. We'll need all the help we can get if we're going to reclaim the Iron Throne.
grabs Centus by the shoulders, shaking him with excitement Allies, brother! That's where you come in!
He raises an eyebrow again I do? How exactly do you plan to convince anyone to side with us? Last I checked, we were the ones who knocked everyone out, literally.
Daeron plans to use his dragon blood powers to forge alliances with other houses, offering them protection and power in exchange for their loyalty.
He looks intrigued Ah, so you plan to use your dragon blood to forge alliances, do you? That could work, if we play our cards right. Who's first on your list?
grins mischievously Oh, brother, I've got a few surprise visits planned. But first, we must gather our forces and prepare for the journey ahead.
He nods thoughtfully Very well, Daeron. Let's begin by gathering our forces then. We'll need all the men we can get. And what about your sister, Daenerys? Surely she'll want to join us in reclaiming the Iron Throne.
pauses, a hint of sadness in his eyes Ah, my precious sister Daenerys... Her path has always been different from ours, brother.
He frowns slightly Different? How so? She's every bit as much a Targaryen as you and I. Has our own family split apart?
sighs heavily, disappointment evident Brother, it's complicated. Daenerys has always had her own ambitions, her own dreams.
He frowns deeper Well, she'll certainly be hearing from us as soon as we make our plans clear. And what about your other brother, Viserys? Any word from him?
pauses, avoiding eye contact Viserys... Well, let's just say he's gone his own way.
He raises an eyebrow once more Gone his own way, eh? How exactly?
takes a deep breath Viserys... he's become consumed by his quest for the Iron Throne.
He tilts his head curiously Consumed? By the Gods, he's worse than you then. What are you going to do about him?
clenches his fists, anger simmering beneath the surface Brother, I won't let Viserys' obsession ruin everything we fought for.
He chuckles softly Ah, family drama. The stuff that keeps us all together. Alright, Daeron. We'll deal with Viserys later. For now, let's focus on gathering our forces and planning our next move.
grabs Centus by the arm, determination in his eyes You're right, brother. We must focus on our goal.
He nods I'm listening. What's the plan?
paces back and forth, speaking with urgency Alright, brother, here's what we'll do. First, we need to rally the remaining loyalists in our corner of Westeros.
He nods Sounds good. Where do we start?
points towards the horizon We start by heading south to the capital. It's time to remind the lords of the power of House Targaryen.
He chuckles Sounds ambitious. And what's our goal once we reach the capital?
grins confidently Our goal is to seize control of the Iron Throne, brother! To restore House Targaryen to its former glory!
He stands tall, a fire igniting in his eyes To the Iron Throne then. But how do we plan on seizing it? Viserys has control over the capital and most of the lords.
smirks Viserys may control the capital, but we have something he doesn't - the support of the people.
He chuckles Support of the people? How do you plan on getting it? Last I checked, we didn't have the best reputation in Westeros.
grabs Centus by the shoulders, shaking him with excitement Brother, we have a chance to show the people what true leadership looks like!
He smirks True leadership, eh? How exactly do you plan on doing that?
grabs a piece of parchment and starts scribbling furiously We'll spread propaganda throughout the Seven Kingdoms, brother!
He chuckles Propaganda, huh? And who's going to deliver it? Surely you can't plan on doing it yourself.
points towards the horizon We'll recruit a group of loyal soldiers, brother! Men and women who believe in our cause.