A Wound Most Mortal

Aegon Was Disappointed That Robert Baratheon, A Heavy Drinker and Insatiable Hunter Of Beast and Women Was So Careless As To Dull His Senses So Badly From Bad Ale That He Was Gored By A Boar. He Could've Died More Dignified, But Then Again, That Was Never His Strength, Dignity. Whatever Plans Robert Had Worked Out With Lord Eddard Over Myrcella's Future Husband, Lady Lannister Put A Stop To It. Before He Would Make Any Decisions Aegon Paid The Rebellious Storm Lord A Visit. "Gods Be Good If Your My Last Sight Boy." Says Robert. "Oh Don't Worry, I'll Make Sure It's Lord Eddard. Now Then, I'm Here For Two Things, First I Want To Know Your Stance On Myself and Your Daughter." Says Aegon. "Personally I'd Never Allow Her To Marry You." Says Robert. "But?" Asks Aegon. "My Whole Life Was Been A Joke, Loved and Warred For A Woman Who Was Never Mine In Her Heart, Married A Woman I Despise, and Got Not A Spitting Image Of Myself In A Son, But A Daughter As Blonde As My Wife." Says Robert. "That's True, But At The Very Least You Never Once Showed Cowardice Or Fear." Says Aegon. "If Myrcella Wants It, I See No Reason To Deny It To Her." Says Robert. "And What Of Storm's End? If I Wed Your Daughter Stannis Gets It By Right Of Law and Right Of Birth." Says Aegon. "Let Him Have The Blasted Castle, A Seat To Match His Sour Face." Says Robert With A Hearty and Raspy Laugh. "What's The Second Thing?" Asks Robert. "I Want To Know What You'd Like On Your Epitaph." Says Aegon Cheerily. "You've Been Wanting To Say That For A While Haven't You?" Asks Robert. "Wouldn't You?" Asks Aegon. "Haha, Fair Point, Just Send Ned In, I'll Let Him Handle It." Says Robert. "Probably For The Best." Says Aegon As He Pats Roberts Shoulder. "Die Well Yer Old Stag!" Says Aegon. "Same To You Dragon." Says Robert.

It Was Old, The Two Of Them Having Such A Cheerful Conversation Like That, But No Matter. Aegon Left Nodded To Lord Stark and Walked Towards Lady Cersei's Cousin, Lancel Lannister. "Lannister?! A Word?" Asks Aegon. "Of Course Your Grace, Anything You Say." Says Lancel. "I Have A Feeling Someone Knowingly Gave Lord Robert A Stupidly High Amount Of Wine When He Needed Every One Of His Wits, and I Think I Know Who Put That Squire Up To It." Says Aegon. "Who Would That Be Your Grace?" Asks Lancel. "She's Blonder Than You, A Feisty Temptress, and True Vixen, On Top Of Which She Just Happens To Be Your Cousin. Heed My Warning Little Lion, and Get Out Of Winterfell Before I Take Your Head and Your Claw." Says Aegon.

Aegon Was Saddling His Horse, Planning To Go For A Ride, When He Came To The Conclusion That He Could Invite Sansa Who Was Eyeing Him From Her Windowsill. "Ser Arthur, Saddle Another Horse, I'll Be Right Back." Says Aegon As He Walks Towards The Entrance Of The Great Hall Of Winterfell To Take The Stairs To The Next Floor Before Heading To Sansa's Room. He Knocks Thrice, and Sansa's Lady-In-Waiting and Companion Talia Forrester Opens The Door. "Lady Sansa, It's His Grace." Says Talia. "Your Grace, What A Pleasant Surprise, May I Do Something For You?" Asks Sansa. "Yes, I'd Like For You To Go Riding With Me. My Horse Is Getting Restless and Will Throw A Stable Hand If I Don't Take Him For A Ride, Care To Come Along?" Asks Aegon, As A Smile Brightens Sansa's Features. "Absolutely...I Mean...Of Course Your Grace." Says Sansa. "Sansa, Just Call Me Aegon, Ser Arthur and I Await You At The Stables." Says Aegon As He Nods His Head and Departs.

Aegon Returned To Find Another Horse Saddled and Waiting. "The Stark Girl?" Asks Arthur. "The Elder Of The Two." Says Aegon As Sansa Appears Wearing Riding Clothes and Aegon Helps Her Onto Her Horse, and With Ser Arthur and A Handful Of Royal Guards and Stark Guards, They Rode Out The Gates Of Winterfell and Into The Woods Nearby. "You Know Lady Sansa, I Think You'd Fit In Well At Court, Aside From The Smelly Streets and The General Lack Of Hygiene Outside The Red Keep, You'd Find Kingslanding Rather Refreshing, But I Believe The Fortress Of Dragonstone Is More In Line With My Own Tastes." Says Aegon. "I'd Love To See The City." Says Sansa Quickly. "You Just Might My Dear, If Everything Goes Well and According To Plan." Says Aegon.

Aegon Was Finding His Prospective Queen Quite Enjoyable To Be Around. Her Chances Of Being Queen Had Gone Up Significantly. But As He Salivated At The Idea Of Bedding Her, His Thoughts Turned To Myrcella, and Naturally Her Mother. Taking Myrcella Baratheon As His Queen Could Potentially Enable Him To Keep Her Mother As His Lover, Of Course The Other Options Of Arianne, Margaery Tyrell, Arya Stark, and His Sister Were Also Appealing. Then Again His Late Father Had Wed Two Wives, So Why Shouldn't Or Couldn't He? Oh The Fun Of Sansa and Arianne, Or Arianne and Rhaenys Would Be Well Worth It.

Aegon, Sansa, Ser Arthur, and The Guards Were Entering The Gates Of Winterfell, and Found An Anxious Lady Catelyn Waiting. "Sansa, Where Have You Been?" Asks Her Mother. "You Needn't Have Worried Lady Catelyn, Your Daughter and I Were Out Riding. Why Are The Bells Ringing?" Asks Aegon. "Lord Robert Has Died." Says Catelyn. "God's Give His Soul Mercy." Says Aegon Quietly, As He Dismounts and Then Helps Sansa Dismount. Aegon Walks Into The Great Hall and Motions For Eddard Stark To Approach Him. "Your Grace?" Asks Eddard. "I'll See The Body Back To Storm's End Myself, You Will Accompany Me." Aegon Tells Eddard. "Yes, Your Grace." Says Eddard. "Robert Gave Me His Blessing To Marry Myrcella, But I'm Honestly Not Sure If I Should." Says Aegon. "Why?" Asks Eddard. "I Want You To Come To Court, Allegedly To Chaperone Your Daughter Sansa...In Truth I Want You To Determine Whether Myrcella Is The Product Of **** Between Jamie Lannister The Kingslayer and Lady Cersei. I Suggest You Scour The Land For Robert's Bastards, If They Do Not Possess His Features, Then My Suspicions Is Without Cause, If They Do, we May Need To Take Action." Says Aegon Quietly As He Watches Myrcella From Afar. "If That's True, It Would Shame House Lannister For Generations." Says Eddard.

"Which Brings Me To My Own Shame, Princess Rhaenys and I Have Been Sleeping Together For A While. I Want It To Stop, But She Refuses To Do So, If I Am To Marry, I Want To Remain As Faithful As I Can, But Rhaenys Very Presence Will Be A Constant Temptation, So Would You Consider My Sister For Your Eldest Son?" Asks Aegon With Little Emotion. "I'll Speak To Robb and Catelyn." Says Eddard. "Thank You." Says Aegon As He Walks To The Nearest Barrel Of Mead Pours Himself A Goblet and raises It. "A Toast!! TO Robert Baratheon, The Stag Of Stags! And King Of Women, Married!! Or Otherwise!!!" Shouts Aegon As Everyone Raises Their Own Tankards and Goblets With A Laugh, As Even Lord Eddard Raised His Tankard...