A New Master Of Laws, and, The Wedding

Aegon Sat At The High Table, As Visenya Sat At His Right, and, Sansa At His Left. Before Him Stood Lord's Stark, Renly, and Lord Mace Tyrell. "As You Know, Lord Stannis Resigned From The Small Council To Lead The Storm's End As Warden and Lord Paramount Of The Stormlands, and To Father A Child By His Wife, Lady Janna Tyrell." Says Aegon. "I'd Be Surprised If Stannis Could Stomach A Whorehouse, Let Alone His Marriage Bed." Renly Says Softly To Lord Stark, Earning A Slight Chuckle From The Usually Stoic Lord Eddard Stark. "We Have Considered The Three Of You, But Ultimately Have Elected To Have Lord Tyrell Serve As Master Of Laws. But That Being Said, We Would Like To Name Lord Stark and Lord Renly A Royal Inquisitor, An Agent Of The Crown Who Upholds The King's Peace and Royal Law Throughout The Seven Kingdoms. Because Your Both Popular In Your Home Kingdoms, We Decided It'd Be Best If You Held These Positions." Says Aegon. "Who Would We Answer To Your Grace?" Asks Renly. "Technically, You'd Answer To Lord Tyrell, However, Because Royal Inquisitor's Uphold The King's Peace, and Are Authorised To Do So By Any Means They Deem Necessary, You Answer To Me, But Only With The Full Backing Of The Small Council." Says Aegon. "Just What Is An Inquisitor Though? A Man With The Kind Of Power Your Describing Can Be Dangerous." Says Lord Stark. "True, Which Was Why I Named You Two The First Inquisitors, Your Both Men Of Morals and Scruples, You Know Where and When To Draw The Line, and Your Both Men Whose Honor Can't Be Questioned. But As To Your Initial Question, An Inquisitor Is A Man Or Woman Of Exceptional Skill, Personality, and Honor, Sworn By An Oath To Protect The Innocent, Maintain The King's Peace, and Serve The Realm With Honor and Distinction. Now Please Let Us Enjoy The Wedding." Says Aegon.

Aegon and Sansa Were In The Royal Bedroom, Aegon Had Just Taken Visenya. Now He Had To Take Sansa. Aegon Eyed The Shy and Slightly Frightened Redhead With A Tender Look, and Climbed On Top Of Her. He Kept His Eye's Calm and Locked Onto Sansa's, Even As His Cock Made Contact With Sansa's Pussy. Sansa Whimpered As Aegon Entered Her Slit. Clearly Virgin, Aegon Took His Time, Minimising The Movement To Simple Minor Pussy Stretching. Getting Her Used To His Length, Before Tearing Through Her Virgin Barrier. Aegon Reached Under Sansa Holding Her Tight, As Her Sucks On Her Nipple. Aegon Takes To Pressuring Sansa's Barrier A Little Bit At A Time, and When Her Hymen Was Sufficiently Weakened, Aegon Took His Mouth From Sansa's Nipple and Replaced It With Her Mouth, and Thrusted Past Her Barrier.

Sansa's Inexperience Caused Her To Orgasm Very Early, and Aegon Didn't See A Need To Prolong This, and Let Any Experience Or Restraint Go, and Came Early Himself. His Seed Shot Up Inside Sansa Who's Eyes Rolled Up Inside Her Head. Rolling Over To Beside Sansa, Aegon Lifted The Stark Girl Onto Him Holding Her In His Valyrian Arms. Ready To Fall Into Sleep.

Aegon Had Awoken Before Sansa and Visenya, and Decided To Call an Early Small Council Meeting. He Hoped To Make His Plans Before It Was Too Late. He Needed To Secure Enough Food To Last A Minor Fifty Year Long Winter, The North Would Receive The Worst Effects, and Dorne, The Best Effects. But The Reach Needed To Begin Stockpiling and Growing Any and Every Available Crop and Seed At Their Disposal. The Riverlands Would Also Need To Begin Stockpiling Fish, and They'd Need At Least Three Different Places To Keep This Meat, and Aegon Was Considering Harrenhal, Moat Callin, and Winterfell Itself, But He Needed His Small Council's Advice.