Choosing A Fifth Queen and Deciding On What Makes A Red Ranger

Aegon, Kevan, Jamie, and Beric Dondarrion Watched As The Tourney Grounds Will Being Constructed From Aegon's Balcony. "Lord Beric, When We Build The Red Rangers, I Want You Leading Our Archer Contingent. To That End, Keep An Eye On The Archers In The Seven Day Tourney. Jamie, Ser Loras Will Focus On Knights Who Fight On Horseback, I Want You To Check His Choices Before They Go To Varys. Ser Kevan, Keep An Eye On The Men Who Show Promise In Strategy and Tactics, Especially Under Stress Or During Chaotic Melee's." Says Aegon, The Men Bow, and Aegon Hear's The Doors Open, They All Turn, and See Queen Margaery. "Your Grace, There's A Braavosi Banker In The Throne Room Waiting For You." Says Margaery. "Iron Bank? Get Lord Tyrion, As Master Of Coin He's Required To Be Present Regardless Of The Visitor's Intentions. Lord Kevan, I Have Some Matters To Attend To, Until I Arrive Please Determine His Purpose and Reason For Coming To Kingslanding. "Yes Your Grace." Says Kevan, Bowing and Departing. "Lord Beric, Take Thoros and Lord Brynden, Get A Feel For The Tourney Participants. Ser Jamie, I Need You To Ensure The Kingsguard Is Doing Their Jobs." Says Aegon As He Leaves.

Aegon Was At A Forge In The City, Giving The Smith In Charge The Designs Created By Lord Tyrion and His Friends In The Golden Company. "Can You Make Them?" Asks Aegon. "Shouldn't Be Too Difficult, But I'll Need Plenty Of Top Quality Steel." Says The Smith. "I'm Glad You Mentioned That, Because I Have I Number Of Items Made From Valyrian Steel Coming In Soon, Should That Be Sufficient?" Asks Aegon. "Without A Doubt Your Grace. I'm One Of The Few Smiths In The World Able To Reforge Such Metals." Says The Smith. "Yes, I'm Aware, It Is For This Reason I Come To You, Your Skills Are The Best In The City, and I'm In Need Of A Skilled Man Such As Yourself To Forge The Equipment Of My Red Rangers. The Equipment Must Be The Finest In The Realm, and It Must Stay That Way." Says Aegon. "I Can Do That." Says The Smith. "Excellent, The Masters Of War, Coin, and Whispers Will Send You The Details, and Be In Touch." Says Aegon, As He Nods and Departs.

As He Leaves The Forge, Aegon Finds The Targaryen Guard Captain Awaiting Him. "Your Grace, Look!" Says The Captain. Aegon Follows His Hand and See's Smoke. "That's The Location Of The Royal Granaries, Let's Go!" Says Aegon As He Leaps Onto His Horse and Rides Hard For The Granaries. The Streets Make Way For The King's Horse, and Aegon Soon Arrives. Aegon Finds Men Trying To Douse The Blaze. "What In The Seven Hell's Is Going On!!!!????" Demands Aegon. "Your Grace, Forgive Me, Raiders Attacked The Granaries, Stole More Than Half Our Grains and Foods, and Set Fire To The Rest." Says The Granary Manager. "Captain, Get The Kingsguard Down Here Now, and Bring The Hand and Master Of Coin Too!" Demands Aegon. "Yes Your Grace, Come On Boys You Heard His Majesty. You Two, Stay and Protect His Majesty." Says The Captain. "We Must Salvage As Much Of Our Remaining Harvest As We Can. Focus On Stomping Out The Most Dangerous Areas, Meanwhile You Two Will Help Me Douse The Blaze Spreading To Our Grain and Foods Still Inside." Says Aegon As He Rushes Inside.

Aegon's Face Was Wracked With Righteous Fury, and The Small Council Save The Grand Maester Were All Present, As Was The Kingsguard and The Queens. Margaery Was Comforting Aegon, He Had Lost More Than Half Of His Stored Grains and Other Foodstuffs To Either Theft, Fire, Or Sabotage. "Ser Arthur! Find These Fuckers Right Now!" Shouts Aegon, His Voice Enraged. "Your Grace, I Don't Even Know Where To Look!" Protests Ser Arthur. "Varys, Get Him The Leads He Needs, and When They Turn Up, Put Prices On The Heads Of The Thieves For Live Capture. Five Thousand Gold Dragons A Head." Says Aegon. "Let Me Send Word To My Father, He Can Ship More Grain To The City." Says Margaery. "No, Not A Chance. It's Time We Stored Our Grain Somewhere More Secure. It's Time We Build Ourselves Something Better To Hold The Cities Stores." Says Aegon. "Where?" Asks Margaery. "Lord Tyrion, I Want Three Keeps Built, I Have Locations In Mind, South Of The City, South Of Dragonstone and Southeast Of The City, and Northeast Of Tumbleton and Southeast Of The Isle Of Faces and Southwest Of Rosby." Says Aegon. "Very Good Your Grace, I'll See To It At Once." Says Lord Tyrion As He Waddle-Walks Away.

Aegon Watched As The Workers Began Repairing The Damage and Ridding Themselves Of What Was Unable To Be Repaired and Had To Be Replaced. This Was A Serious Issue, Someone Had Had A Lot Of Stones To Steal The Royal Harvest and Take The Time To Try and Bugger Whatever Remained. This Had To Mean That It Was No Simple Theft, It Had To Be Organised and Coordinated. Aegon Was Very Upset, and Justifiably So, Winter Was Coming, As The Starks Had Always Said, and It Promised To The Longest and Oldest In Living Memory, Which Doubled The Problem In The Theft and Sabotage. "Margaery, I Want That Iron Bank Representative In The Small Council Chamber By The Time I Arrive." Says Aegon As He Stalks Away.