A Short Drunk March Northwards

Aegon's Forces Found Themselves In A Sever State Of Confusion As They Found Countless Dead Bodies sprawling Through The Twins, The Frey Women Were In A State Of Mourning. "Gōntan ao ūñagon va bisa?" Jon Asks Aegon, Which Translates From High Valyrian Into Common Tongue As: Did You Count On This?. "Daor, daor nyke olvie certainly gōntan daor." Aegon Replies, Which In High Valyrian Translated Into The Common Tongue Means: No, No I Most Certainly Did Not. "Lord Tarly, Have The Men Bury The Bodies, and Have The Unsullied Gather The Frey Women Into A Group, I Would Speak To Them, But Please, Do So Gently." Says Aegon. "Yes, Your Grace, Right Away." Says Lord Randyll. "Blackfish?" Aegon Asks His Master Of Ships. "By The God's What Madness Could This Be? Walder Frey Was Jumped Up Little Shit, But This? This Is Something Else, Something Far, Far, Far Worse." Says Brynden Tully. "Agreed, But I Think Whatever Happened, We'd Be Best Suited To Avoid Directly Investigating. Whoever Did This, I Do Not Wish To Upset By Ruffling Feathers and Investigating Them." Says Aegon. "Fair Enough." Says Brynden.

"Your Grace, The Frey Women Wish To Discuss The Succession Of Their House." Says Lord Tarly. "Of Course They Do." Says Aegon. "What Shall We Tell Them?" Asks Blackfish. "Well I Had Planned On Exercising My Right To Attaint On House Frey, On Account Of Their Betrayal During The Latest Rebellion But This Was Not What I Had In Mind, Which Means I Have A Problem, Widow's and All That, The Women Did No Crime, But I Can't Allow Them To Inherit Without Severe and Numerous Assurances. Find Me The Prettiest One Of The Lot." Says Aegon. "Yes, Your Grace, Let's Pray To The Seven It's Not Too Hard." Says Brynden. "Quite." Says Tarly.

The Stench Of **** Had Been Excised From The Twin's Main Hall, and Aegon, Jon, Lord Brynden and Lord Tarly Sat In The Lord's Chair With The Prettiest Frey Before Them, and Boy Was She Beautiful. "Vaoreznuni jaehaerys, yn issa tolī gevie, iksan taking zirȳla. Sīkuda qrimbrōstan nopāzma 's! skoros iksin nyke otāpagon? nyke tolī ābrar than kostan gaomagon biare." Says Aegon, Which Translates As Sorry Jaehaerys, But She Is Too Beautiful, I'm Taking Her... Seven Cursed Hell's! What Am I Thinking? I More Women Than I Can Keep Happy In The Common Tongue When Translated. "Skoros gaomagon ao kȳvanon naejot gaomagon pār??" Asks Jon Which Translates As: What Do You Plan To Do Then??. "My Lady, You Were To Marry Aegon Blackfyre, But As A Result, I Had Chosen To Attaint Your Family, But This Chaos Is Not What I Wanted To Find, Instead, You Wed My Brother, Prince Jaehaerys, and Together, You Will Found House Dragern Of The Twins, The New Cadet Branch Of House Targaryen. Jon, Do You Accept?" Asks Aegon. "I Do Brother, I Shall Lord Dragern, The First Dragern Lord Of The Crossing." Says Jaehaerys. "Good, My Lady, I Will Garrison Two Hundred and Fifty Men Here, They Will Follow Your Orders and The Man I Leave Behind Will Be Your Steward, Castellan, and Right Hand Until We Return, Lord Brynden and Tarly, I Let You Appoint This Man, I Need To Nurse My Hangover Out Of My Body and Ride Onward." Says Aegon As He Gets Up, Wobbles and Quickly Leaves.

Aegon and His Now Two Hundred and Fifty Short Men Continued Their March Northward, They Were About To Cross Through The Neck When A Good Fifty Spears Or So Were Leveled Against Them By What Could Only Have Been The Mud Men Of House Reed. "Oh Fuck What Next? My Father's Ghost?" Says Aegon As His Mood Grows Progressively Worse With Every Little Inconvenience and Interruption, However His Mood Brightens When He Spies A Rather Good Looking Crannog Girl, Likely Lord Howland Reed's Little Girl. His Purple Eyes Nestled On Her, and She Glared His Eyes Off Her. "Smart Girl." Says Jon, Causing Aegon To Slap Him Upside His Brother's Head With His Non-Valyrian Steel Hand. "You Block The King's Party, Why Have You Done So?" Asks Lord Tarly. "We Meant No Insult To His Grace, We Merely Wished For House Reed To Join The Royal Host." Says The Very Girl Aegon's Eyes Were Caught By. "Then By All Means, Do So, Will You Ride With My Brother and I Lady...?" Aegon Asks Trying To Get A Name From Her. "Meera, Daughter Of Howland Reed." Says The Girl. "Hmm, I Suspected As Much, Lord Tarly, Fetch The Girl A Mount, I Would Hear More Of House Reed and The Neck From Her Until We Reach Winterfell. The Girl In Question Roles Her Eyes At This. "Don't Worry, My Brother May Have An Appetite That's Rarely Quenched, But He's Only Truly Dangerous When He Has His Sword In His Hand." Says Jon. "Oh Shut Up Jaehaerys." Says Jon, Causing Meera To Smile At The Dynamics Between The Siblings.

(Jon's POV)

From The Causeway To Winterfell's Gates, Aegon Had Chatted Up Lady Reed, Finding Every Reason No Matter How Seemingly Unimportant To Talk With Her, Jon For His Part Was Deeply Amused, His Brother Had Many Lovers, Most Of Whom Were Upon Comparison, Far Prettier Than This Daughter Of The Swamps, Yet For Some Reason, His Brother Was So Inexplicably Taken With Her. If Something Happened Between Them, Tyene and Nymeria Would Whip Both Brothers.

(Meera Reed's POV)

Meera Found The King's Need To Chat Her Up Annoying, But She Couldn't Deny There Was Something Alluring In Regards To His Persistence, Nor In How His Silver-Gold Hair and Purple Eyes Were Attractive and Inviting. She Knew From Jojen That In Addition To His Two Queens He Had Nearly A Dozen Or More Different Lovers and Paramours, Yet When She Looked Upon How He Gazed At Her, She Saw Not Lust In His Eyes, But A Genuine Interest. Was This To Be Her Destiny? Bound To The King Whose Father Had Won The Rebellion House Reed Had Fought In and Lost? Or Would She End Up As Something More Or Something Less? Whatever Would Happen, She Was Interested To Find Out Regardless.

Aegon's Forces Marched Through To Winterfell, and Aegon's Hangover Had Cleared Up Enough For Him Not To Wobble. He Was Embarrassed When Lady Meera Didn't Allow Him To Help Her Dismount, This Was A Woman Much Like Arianne........Oh, Arianne...............