#illyrio mopatis

It's so ironic that Illyrio of all people says this. He tells Tyrion the truth that crowning Myrcella would be putting a target on her head while at the same time plotting to put his own kid on the Iron Throne.

He unwittingly admitted the mortal danger a child is placed in when you put a crown on their heads, and he does not seem concerned about the risk he would be putting Aegon in. He does not see this because like the narcissist he is, he's telling himself that he's different compared to the other players, he's S-M-A-R-T.

Yet, he does not ask one question: what happens if the actual heir of House Targaryen decides otherwise? He has never managed to get a handle on Daenerys as she keeps surprising him. He didn't expect her to last in the Dothraki Sea, but instead of dying, she hatched three living dragons. He expected her to take his escort back to Pentos. Instead, she gets an army of Unsullied and freedmen and sacks Slaver's Bay and conquers Meereen. Now, he expects her to marry and support Aegon. That plan has come to ruin as well.

Whenever he expects her to follow a set path, she veers away and gets stronger in the process. He hasn't even fully recognized that he is dealing with a powerful political force that he cannot control. Worse, Aegon does not seem to be following his plan either, and chose to go without Daenerys.

my argument is that the main targaryen branch benefitted from being juxtaposed with a worse option. maybe you start to question why this dynasty still exists without their dragons if you don’t witness professional failson daemon ii. maybe you start to ask why westeros still needs these guys if you don’t have the golden fumblers show up every generation. isn’t brynden rivers in some sort of weird love triangle with his half-siblings? well, i guess he’s not racist at least.

'Magister Illyrio murmured a command, and four burly slaves hurried forward, bearing between them a great cedar chest bound in bronze. When she opened it, she found piles of the finest velvets and damasks the Free Cities could produce . . . and resting on top, nestled in the soft cloth, three huge eggs. Dany gasped. They were the most beautiful things she had ever seen, each different than the others, patterned in such rich colors that at first she thought they were crusted with jewels, and so large it took both of her hands to hold one. She lifted it delicately, expecting that it would be made of some fine porcelain or delicate enamel, or even blown glass, but it was much heavier than that, as if it were all of solid stone. The surface of the shell was covered with tiny scales, and as she turned the egg between her fingers, they shimmered like polished metal in the light of the setting sun. One egg was a deep green, with burnished bronze flecks that came and went depending on how Dany turned it. Another was pale cream streaked with gold. The last was black, as black as a midnight sea, yet alive with scarlet ripples and swirls.  "What are they?" she asked, her voice hushed and full of wonder. "Dragon's eggs, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai," said Magister Illyrio. "The eons have turned them to stone, yet still they burn bright with beauty." 

You have:

Ilyrio-pretended to help her while working to make sure she died to help his efforts to put his son on the Iron Throne

Jorah-becomes inappropriately obsessed with her at 13 because she reminds him, a middle aged man, of his ex wife

Viserys-her brother and guardian who physically, verbally, and sexually abuses her to terrify her into submission

Drogo-a warlord who purchases her as a bride and regularly rapes her to the point where she’s contemplating suicide

Daario-a grown man who pursued her solely because of her title and would immediately lose interest if she lost her position

Tyrion-a rage filled alcoholic who wants to use her as a weapon in his dysfunctional family drama

Pentos

Pentos is a free city founded as a trading outpost. It is the closest to Westeros in both location and demographic. The city is ruled by a prince, though it is mostly ceremonial, and the real rulers are a council of magisters.