A Beautiful But Annoying Hindrance

Aegon Knew That As Beautiful As Dya Was, She Was Nonetheless An Annoying Hindrance In His Efforts To Clean The Castle. Still There Were Worse Things To Have On The Bad Luck List, Like A Rebellion, Or A King Whose Children All Died. Unfortunately Aegon Had To Deal With The Former. House Blackfyre's Female Line Had Produced A Son, and That Son Had Declared War, Again. Aegon Was In No Hurry To Find Out If Their Were Any Marrying Age Women In The New Pretenders Family, Having Still Been Mourning Visenya. The Pretender Brought The Golden Company With Him, A Blackfyre Founded Company Of Mercenaries Comprised Mostly Of Deposed Westerosi Exiles and Their Descendants. Aegon Responded By Putting A Price On The Brat's Head, With A Lordship, Knighthood, and Hefty and Obese Purse Of Gold. He Didn't Expect Anything To Happen To From It, But As Long As The Temptation Was There He Would Be Content To Fortify His Lands and Rally His Forces.

Aegon Also Chose To Form A New Knightly Order, The Order Of The Red Hand. The Order Of The Red Hand Would Be Two Thousand Strong At Least They'd Were White Cloaks With A Red Hand On Them. Basically The Sigil Of House Gardner In Red. The Cloaks Aside, They'd Be Comprised Of The Greatest Westerosi Swordsmen Outside Of The Kingsguard, and That Was A Notoriously Short List. Aegon Off The Top Of His Head Could Think Of Near A Dozen Men To Fill The Initial Void. Ser Lyn Corbray, Ser Vardis Egen, Ser Brynden Tully, Sandor Clegane, Ser Jamie Lannister, Robb Stark, Ser Loras Tyrell, and One Or Two Others. The Red Hand Would Be His Elite Forces, and They Would Personally Engage Whatever Personal Elite This Pretender Brought With Him.

Aegon Sat In The Council Chamber, With His Councilors Present. "What's This Cunt's Name?" Asks Aegon. "My Little Birds Have Informed Me His Name Is Aemond Blackfyre." Says Varys. "Besides The Golden Company, What Else Has He Got In His Army?" Asks Aegon. "More Mercenary Bands But Only Two Of Any True Import, The Second Sons and The Stormcrows, Other Notable Companies Include The Windblown, Long Lances, and Company Of The Cat." Says Wyman. "Do We Know Where They Intend To Land, Or When?" Asks Aegon. "My Birds Say That They've Already Set Sail and Reports Indicate No Hurry." Says Varys. "That Means They Have Support From A Couple Of Houses and I'd Wager The Greyjoy's Are Involved Somehow." Says Paxter. "A Couple Of Houses, Even A Great House Like House Greyjoy Offers Little, If They Want To Have A Meaningful Campaign, Numbers Alone Won't Be Enough. I Can't Think Of A Great House We Haven't Tied Up In Marriage, and That Means It Could Only Be Some Senior Or Principle Bannermen." Says Aegon.

"Who Do You Suspect Your Grace?" Asks Lord Wyman. "If Robert Baratheon Were Alive I'd Name Him, But That's Impossible. No, This Can't Be Left To Chance, Varys, Flood Every Region With Your Birds, The Great Houses, Their Richest and Most Mighty Bannermen, and Every Tavern and Inn From Here To The Wall and Dorne and Back." Says Aegon. "Yes, Your Grace." Says Varys. "Now Onto Another Matter, If We Can Make This A Bloodless War, I'll Happily Do So, But I Want This Bastard's Head On The Walls The Second He Touches Our Soil." Says Aegon, and In No Further Mood For Discussing War, Leaves. He Walks Away, Out, and Into The Royal Garden. Aegon Is So Sick Of Wars, He Just Wants To Rule In Peace and Pass The Day In A Single Big Constant Orgy Each and Every Hour Of Every Day. But He Can't.

Aegon Stood Amongst The Corpses, Blood Soaking Through The Sickly Brown Mud, He Could Barely See A Thing. He Saw A Great Light and Pushed Towards It, But He Couldn't Stand To Walk, So He Dragged Himself Forward. It Was Strange, A Great Battle Raged Around Him, But The Men, Horses, and Bodies Were Not Physically Present, At Best They Were Spectres Or Hallucinations, But The Sound Of Bloody and Brutal Battle Was Unmistakable. As Aegon Drew Himself Closer He Found Seven People Seated Around A Bright and Blazing Fire. He Felt Arms Grip Him and Drag Him Closer, The Man In The Center, A Man With Violet Eyes and Silvery Hair Drew His Sword and Was Poised To Strike Aegon Down..................