Blackfyre's Don't Make Match In Marriage

--(--(--(Authors Note: Like One Of My Other Return To Kingslanding Chapters, This Incorporates Part of LStark96's Kingslanding Chapter, So Like I Stated There, Aside From Small Edits, credit is his, NOT Mine.)--)--)--

Within minutes, Aegon was sitting on the Iron Throne and wearing his most regal clothes, a black Surcoat with blood-red undertones. His crown, worn by his father before him, weigh heavily upon his head but not nearly as heavy as the scrumple piece of paper in his hand, marked by Rhaegar's personal seal. After a minute of composing himself, he gave permission for his guests to enter the throne room. A pudgy elderly man entered followed by nearly forty servants. Besides the Magister of Pentos was two teenagers, they were dressed in expensive silks that most nobles in Westeros could not afford to buy. Despite the fact that one was a man and another a woman, they looked so much alike that Aegon presumed that they must be siblings or even identical twins.

"You stand in the presence of Aegon the Sixth of his Name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Jaehaerys Voice echoed throughout the large hall as he introduced the king to his guests. "Your Graces," Magister Illyrio and his entourage bent their knees as a sign of respect. "It is an honour to meet you for the first time, you truly look like your Father's Sons." Said The Man. "You are too kind, my lord." Says Aegon. "Before he passed away, he did arrange a betrothal between my daughter Visenya and any one of his sons. I am sure that you have read the document and confirmed its authenticity." Says Mopatis, and Aegon Feels His Brothers Gaze On Him.

Mopatis Then nodded at his daughter and she stepped forward so that the King and Prince could have a better view of her. She was tall and beautiful, her busty Bossom threatened to burst from her blue skin tight dress. Just like Aegon, she had unblemished pale white skin, indigo coloured eyes and silver-gold hair which freely fell to her slim waist and wide hips that was fit for child-bearing.

Before Aegon Or Could speak or continue to admire her beauty, the Lord Hand stepped forward and challenged the Pentoshi. "With all due respect, my lord, why would King Rhaegar ever arrange a marriage between his son and a merchant's daughter? Surely not for her dowry." Said The Ever Cautious Jon. "No, of course not!" Magister Illyrio said with a sly smile. "Even though the dowry may well be the largest in history, King Rhaegar arranged this match solely because of my daughter's blood." As He Said This Aegon Began To Have A Sneaking Suspicion The Court Would Very Quickly Understand What That Meant. "You see, Your Grace, As Varys Undoubtedly Told You, I am not a lord. I was a lowborn Sellsword. My parents were nobody just like their parents before them. However, my wife was different. She had dragon's blood and is a direct descendant of King Aegon the Fourth."

Half the Court puffed in exasperation. It was well known that Aegon IV fucked nearly every woman he met, from princesses to whores. Being born from his seed was not considered a prestigious honour. Even the downtrodden House Plumm of the Westerlands and the Chief Undergaoler of the Red Keep has Targaryen blood in their veins. Besides, Rhaegar never believed in the importance of keeping the bloodline pure. However, Illyrio continued on talking despite the sneers from the crowd, Which Only Stopped When Aegon Signaled To The Guardsmen to Shut them up. "My wife Serra came from a noble House that was exiled from Westeros many years ago. Her father was the Captain-General of the Golden Company until he was savagely killed by his cousin, a man whom you all came to know as Maelys the Monstrous."

"Yes, We Know, But Your Timing Is Problematic." Says Jaehaerys. "Oh?" Asks Illyrio. "Jaehaerys Has Chosen To Take The Black, and I Have Two Queen's Already, Neither One Of Us Can Very Well Put Our Commitments Aside." Says Aegon. "But, Surely The Prince Can Put His Foolish Decision Aside For My Sister?" The Boy Asks, Receiving A Scathing Look From His Father. "Be Thankful I Don't Have You Beheaded For That Comment Boy." Aegon Warns. "My Apologies, My Son Has Seem To Fallen Asleep During His Classes On Etiquette In Westeros." Says Illyrio Hurriedly. Shaking His Head Aegon Continues. "I Can Decree Jaehaerys Exempt From The Watch, But It Would Not Go Over Well In The North. So I Am At Something of A Crossroads. I'd Hoped I Could Have Decided By Now, But I Have **** But To Make My Decision Right Now." Says Aegon, Making Sure His Words Held The Necessary Weight In Them.