A Dragon Dies, Just Not Aegon

Aegon Awoke, His Eyes Clouded, His Face Soaked In Sweat, In Mud, and In His Own Blood. He Was Being Carried On A Stretcher, His Whole Body Hurt and Stung, But Aegon Pushed Himself Through It and Up. Several Men Tried To **** Him Down, But Aegon Would Have None Of It. "Where Is Daegon Blackfyre?" Aegon Demands. "There Your Grace." Says Robb Stark and Aegon Turns His Head To See Daegon's Dead Corpse Still Clutching The Sword Aegon Handed Him To Lead The Defense Of His Men. "Bring Me My Sword." Says Aegon, and Robb Does So, Grabbing It and Handing It To Him. As Aegon Eyes The Corpse, He Looks To The Silent Sisters. "Clean Him Up, But Don't Prepare Him, His Family Should Dictate How He Is Honored and Prepare." Says Aegon. The Sisters Bow, and Aegon Uses Blackfyre As A Make-Shift Cane.

Aegon Looks Around The Area He's In, Bodies Are Burning, Decaying, Or Still Breathing In Spite Of Major Injuries That Should've Left Them Dead. "How Many Did We Lose?" Asks Aegon. "Enough, But The Pirates Are Dead, In Chains, Or Running From Our Pursuers." Says Jamie. "Ser Jamie, Also Called Kingslayer. I'm Absolving You Of That Title, and Giving You A New One. Jamie Lannister, Lion Of Bloodstone. The Isle Is Yours Ser Jamie, Until You Become Lord Of The Rock and Your Brother Will Become Lord Of Bloodstone." Says Aegon. "If It's All The Same Your Grace, I'll Think I'd Like To Keep The Title Of Kingslayer." Says Jamie. "As You Like, Robb Stark, I Think It's Time That Ser Rodrik Isn't The Only Knight Of Winterfell, Kneel!" Says Aegon, and Robb Kneels. Aegon His Handed His Spear In Place Of Blackfyre, and Picks It Up With His Non-Dominant Hand. "Robb Stark, In The Name Of The Warrior, I Charge You To Be Brave. In The Name Of The Father, I Charge You To Be Just. In The Name Of The Mother, I Charge You To Defend The Innocent. Arise, Robb Stark, A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms." Says Aegon As He Knights Robb Stark Into One Of The Few Northern Knights In Living Memory.

"Aegon!" Shouts Tyene's Voice As She Arrives and Hugs Him Tightly. Aegon Disentangles Himself From Tyene. "Ser Robb, I Want A Tally Of Our Dead, Our Injured, and Remaining Men, I Also Want A List Of The Supplies and Ships We Have Left." Says Aegon. "Yes Your Grace." Says Robb Quickly Leaving. "Nym, Have The Royal Fleet Blockade The Waters, and The Forces Of House Martell, House Lannister, and House Tully Remain Behind and Protect Our Prize. We'll Take Grey Gallows Once The Northern Threat Is Dealt With. Ser Jamie, The Island Is Yours, Hold It At Any Cost." Says Aegon. "Let's Get You Aboard The Ship." Says Tyene. "Once We Land At Dorne, I Want Our Messages Sent To The Eyrie and To Kingslanding, We'll Be Riding North To Take The Fight To The Wildlings Armies." Says Aegon, As Tye Leads Him To The Ship.

Aegon Sat Aboard His Ship, In His Chambers As Tyene Paid Careful Attention To His Face, Washing The Blood, Mud, and Sweat From it. When The Heavier Material Was Displaced, and The Blood Washed Away, Tyene Looked At Him Sadly. "Why Didn't You Let Me Fight With You and Nym?" Asks Tye Sadly. "I Couldn't Risk My Favorite Sand Snake Now Could I?" Asks Aegon, and Tye Proceeds To Tend To Him. "How Bad Is It?" Asks Aegon. "You'll Live, But You'll Have A Nasty Scar For The Rest Of Your Life." Says Tyene. "I Was Lucky, But What About The Damned Arrows?" Asks Aegon. "Your Face Is Arguably The Least Scarred Part Of Your Body After That Battle." Says Tyene. "Tyene, Promise Me, If I Die Before I Can Hold My Unborn Heirs, If I Die Before I Can Look Into Their Eyes. You'll See The Eldest On The Throne, Regardless Of Whether It's Ari's Child. Promise Me....Please....?" Asks Aegon.

Tye Looks At His Body, His Eyes Violet and Vibrant, His Hair A Mess Of Valyrian Silver With Dornish Black Strands. Aegon Called Her His Favorite Sand Snake, Something He Had Oft Called Her In The Past, But Now She Knew Why..........He Loved Her, He Knew That He Couldn't Openly Marry Her, So He Did So In Secret. He Wed Her In Secret and He Wed Her First and Before The Others. "I Promise." Says Tye Softly, and Aegon Reaches Out and Caresses Her Check. "You Are The Best Of The Sand Snakes, The Most Beautiful, The Most Tender, and The Most Important, I Love You Tyene....You May Be A Bastard In The Eyes Of The World, But In My Eyes, You Are and Always Will Be Tyene Martell." Says Aegon As Tyene Begin's To Cry Softly. "No Tears Sweet Tye, Your Made Of Stronger Stuff Than That, Now Let Me Sleep, and When I Wake, I Hope You Have Cleared Them From Your Eyes." Says Aegon As He Falls Asleep.

Aegon Had Slept A Nice Long One, and Awoke To Find His Body Less Sore and Stung Than Before, He Walked Over To His Table, and Poured Himself A Goblet Of Arbor Red, He Looked At The Maps, and Looked At His Scarred Reflection In The Wine In His Goblet. A Pair Of Arms Wrapped Around His Shoulders. "Come Back To Bed My Love." Said Desmera. "In A Moment My Sweet, I Need To Prepare A Writ For My Mother." Says Aegon, As He Kisses Desmera's Hands, Before Sitting Down In His Chair. Aegon Drawed A Quill and Dipped It Into The Ink and Began To Write. He Wrote A Writ That Was Only To Be Read Aloud Upon His **** Should His Life End At The Wall. He Named His Mother Chief Regent With Six Others, Lord Kevan Lannister, Randal Tarly, Ned Stark, Beric Dondarrion, Brynden Tully, and Lord Yohn Royce. He Signed It, Sealed It and Took It To His Door. "Guard, Give This To Ser Robb Stark, Tell Him He Is To Deliver It To The Queen Mother The Moment We Arrive In Kingslanding, He Is Not To Hand It To Any One Other The Queen Mother, If He Hands It To The Grand Maester, The Master Of Ships, Master Of Coin, Or Master Of Anything, I Will Cut His Head Off, Put It In A Jar, and Send It To His Mother, and Yours Along With Him." Says Aegon As He Closes The Door and Returns To The Bed With Desmera and The Others.......