Casimir froze, then frowned and objected, "Aegon Targaryen? Isn't he... still just an orphan?"
"How is he any different from that Beggar King? Only the name has changed."
"Different?" Sa Melis gently shook her head, a knowing smile touching her lips, as though she were patiently correcting a child's misconception.
Her gaze swept over those seated around the table. Her voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable weight. "Young Master Casimir, the difference is like that between heaven and earth."
"What does Viserys have left besides an empty title that brings nothing but disaster? Penniless and wandering from place to place, he has even had to pawn his dignity."
"But Prince Aegon..." She paused briefly, as if savoring the power held in that name. "He was personally rescued from that catastrophe on the Western Continent by someone... of extraordinary influence and ability."
"And secretly raised by Jon Connington-the knight who once served as governor of the Stormlands and remained loyal to the Targaryens unto death."
"From childhood, he received the most proper education befitting a crown prince. His learning, eloquence, martial skills, and ability to command others are all beyond reproach."
"More importantly..." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows gracefully on the table, her posture attentive without losing any of its charm.
"He has secured the full support and friendship of Illyrio, Magister of Pentos."
"You know the extent of Illyrio's wealth and connections. And behind him stands that friend whose knowledge of affairs at the Westerosi court inspires awe... Their intelligence network reaches across the entire Western Continent."
As expected, interest stirred on the faces of Casimir and several nobles. Illyrio's wealth was enough to move anyone.
Sa Melis understood their reaction and chose that moment to play her strongest card. "And then there is... the Golden Company."