Destroyer He May Be, But Creator He Is Now

Aegon, Accompanied By His Wife, Tyene Martell, His Master Of Whispers and Paramour Nymeria Sand, His Lord Commander Of His Kingsguard, Ser Arthur Dayne, and His Master Of Laws and The Third Cousin In The Group, Quentyn Martell. Aegon Walks In Long Strides Towards The Iron Throne, The Two Remaining Kingsguard Who Had Not Perished In The Fighting All Found Themselves Waiting For Their King. Aegon Marched Up The Narrow Steps Of His Throne, and Seated Himself On The Throne. Tyene Stood At His Left, Holding His Hand, Nym Stood At His Right, Caressing His Valyrian Steel Hand, Quentyn and Ser Arthur Stood At The Left and Right Middle Steps Behind Ser Garth and Ser Richard Respectively. "For Months, We Have Had A Rebellion At Our Shores, In Our Homes, and On Our Borders, But The War IS Over! My Council Is Nearly Completely Depleted, and My Kingsguard Even More So, Therefor I Formally Command Ser Lyn Corbray, Ser Arys Oakheart, Ser Loras Tyrell, and Prince Oberyn To Please Step Forward." Says Aegon As Ser Arthur Draws Dawn and Proceeds To Nod To The Four Septons Present, Who Each Carry A White Kingsguard Cloak.

"Ser Lyn Corbray, Your Actions In The Rebellion Left My Sworn Brother, Prince Lewyn Martell Bedridden, and You've Since Become One Of The Seven Kingdoms Most Lethal Fighters, At The King's Request, I Formally Induct You As A Sworn Brother Of The Kingsguard." Says Ser Arthur As Ser Lyn Has The Cloak Of The Kingsguard Clasped Onto Him. Aegon, Motions For Ser Garth To Hand His New Sworn Brother The Helm Of A Sworn Brother Of The Kingsguard. "Ser Arys Oakheart, You Have Long Been Heralded As A True Knight, Though Not As Lethal As Myself Or Ser Lyn, You Are Still A **** To Be Reckoned With, It Is At My Suggestion, and With The King's Approval, That I Gladly Induct You Into The Sworn Brotherhood Of The Kingsguard." Says Ser Arthur, As He Repeats The Process Of Clasping A White Cloak Onto Him. "Ser Loras, Your Skill At Arms, Skill At Horse, and Your Compassion Has Earned This Cloak, Wear It Well, Wear It Honorably, As You Have Done So Always." Says Ser Arthur.

"Prince Oberyn, You Have Filled Your Role As Lord Commander Of The City Watch Capably and Done So In The Manner Befitting A True Kingsguard, Furthermore, You Have Filled In For Your Uncle, Ser Lewyn, Albeit Unofficially, It Is For These Reasons, That I Formally Name You A Sworn Brother Of The Kingsguard, Wear This Cloak Well, and Do Well Not To Get Brothel Stains On It." Says Ser Arthur, Earning A Light Chuckle From The Crowd and Prince Oberyn Himself. "My Kingsguard Is Now Full, But My Council Is Not, For I Am Lacking A Hand, A Master Of Ships, and A Master Of Coin Following The ****'s Of Lord Paxter and Lord Eddard, and Lord Tyrion's Resignation." Says Aegon As He Nods To Tyene. "Ser Kevan Lannister, Please Step Forward." Says Tyene. "Yes, My Queen." Says Ser Kevan. "My Husband and I Have Chosen To Name You Our New Master Of Coin, You May Not Have Your Nephew's Felicity For Numbers Nor Your Brother's Acumen, But You Are From Incapable, and It Is For Those Reasons That We Appoint You To The Position Vacated By Your Nephew." Says Tyene. "Thank You My Queen, I'll Endeavor To Serve You Both Well." Ser Kevan Says, Accepting His Appointment After Tywin Gives His Brother His Permission By Way Of A Silent Nod.

"We Have A Master Of Whispers, A Lord Commander, A Master Of Laws, and A New Master Of Coin. We Only Require A New Master Of Ships and A Hand. Lord Randyll Tarly We Have Considered You For A Special Position We Created Early In Our Reign, That Was Briefly Filled By Ser Jamie Lannister, However Ser Jamie Has Expressed No Desire To Continue To Hold The Such Position, It Is For That Reason, We Name You As Our First Officially Recognised Master Of War. You Will Lead Our Royal Armies, You Will Train Them, Pick Their Composition and Who Leads Each **** Of Men, and Determine What Weapons and Tactics Are The Best Solution and Armament To Each Battle, Do You Accept? Or Do We Need Find Someone Else To Do This?" Asks Aegon. "I Gladly Accept To Become Your Master Of War Your Grace." Says Lord Tarly. "You Have My Thanks, and My Gratitude." Says Aegon. "Young Lord Willas Tyrell, Please Step Forward." Says Tyene. "My Queen?" Asks Willas. "My Husband and I Have Decided To Name You Hand Of The King, Do You Accept? Or Should We Grant It To Your Brother Garlan?" Asks Tyene. "No, Make No Mistake, My Brother Garlan Is By No Means Unsuitable, But Seven Knows My Grandmother Would Tan My Hide If I Didn't Take It." Says Willas. "Aye, That She Most Likely Would." Says Aegon As He Can't Help But Chuckle, But All Mirth Dies Away As His Once Warm Purple Eyes Fall Squarely On Sansa Stark.

Conflict Wracks Aegon's Face, and Nymeria Quickly Takes Over. "The Queen and I Have Discussed It and Feel The Best Person To Offer The Position Of Master Of Ships Is Lord Brynden Tully." Says Nymeria As Aegon Mentally Prepares Himself. "My King Is This Truly In Line With Your Desires?" Asks Brynden As Aegon, Who'd Been Holding His Hand To His Head and Clenching His Eye's Shut Opens Them. "Yes, I Agree." Says Aegon, Who's Eyes Betray His Emotions...........Betrayal....But As To What The Betrayal Was, Brynden Wasn't Certain, But Suspected Sansa Was Apart Of It.... "Tyene, Please..." Says Aegon. "With The Deaths Of Princess Arianne and Lady Myrcella, House Targaryen and House Martell Wish To Offer The Second Queen's Crown, To Lady Sansa Stark. My Lady, Will You Join Me As His Grace's Wife?" Asks Tyene. Sansa Looks To Her Brother Robb and Mother Catelyn Who Each Nods Their Consent. "I'll Gladly Marry His Grace." Says Sansa, As Tyene Places A Reassuring Hand On Aegon's Shoulder.

With The Courtly Session Ended, Aegon and Tyene Left With Nymeria and The Other Paramour Favorites Among Favorites, Alys Karstark, Mya Stone, Desmera Redwyne, and Wylla Manderly. Aegon Enters His Own Royal Apartments and The Queen Who Was Once Bastard Follows Him To The Foot Of The Bed Where He Rests. "You Fear Your Betraying Ari's Memory Don't You?" Ask's Tyene. "Not Just Her, Myrcella Was My Queen, and She Was **** Half-A-Hundred Times They Slit Her Throat, All Because I Was More Focused On Hunting Down A Threat Outside My Borders Instead Of Protecting Them." Says Aegon Guiltily. "Ari Would Forgive You Egg." Says Tyene. "For You Yes, But For Sansa? I Don't Know, and What Myrcella Would Think? How Would She Feel To Know That Her Betrothed Didn't Stop Her **** and ****?" Aegon Asks. "Aegon, You Needn't Worry What The Dead Feel, Know Only That Arianne and Myrcella Would Not Want You To Wallow In Your Guilt." Says Tyene, As She Kisses Aegon's Cheek, and Soon Each Of The Paramour's Starting With Sweet Nym Kiss The Opposing Cheek.

"Tyene, Nymeria, Wylla, Alys, Desmera, and Mya, You Will Always Be My Favorites, and Nothing Can Change That, But Please, Do Not Ever Hold Back Your True Feelings When Alone With Me." Says Aegon As He Gets Up and Walks Over To His Bedside, and Picks Up A Box From The Bedside Table. As Aegon Opens It, A Special Armband Lay In The Box Numbering Five Each, and Aegon Hands Each One To His Favored Paramour, The Armband Is Made Of Gold and Possesses A Silver Targaryen Dragon Colored By Inlaid Rubies. The Women Apply It, and They Know They Have Now Risen To The Highest Station A Royal Paramour Can Achieve Without Becoming The Queen, For They Have Been Recognised and Marked By The King As His Personal Favorites Among Personal Favorites, However, They Also Know That Managing To Retain The King's Favoritism Shall Be An Uphill and Bloody Battle.

Aegon Stood In The Great Sept Of Baelor As The High Septon Performed The Rite. "In The Sight Of The Seven, I Hereby Seal These Two Souls, Binding Them As One, For Eternity." Says The High Septon. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I Am His/Hers and She/He Is Mine From This Day Until The End Of My Days." Says Aegon and Sansa, After Robb Has Given Her Away and Removed The Grey Woolen Stark Cloak From Sansa, Allowing Aegon To Replace It With A Targaryen Cloak Of Black Wool and Red Silk. "With This Kiss, I Claim My Rightful Place Beside This Man/Woman As My Husband/Wife." Says Aegon and Sansa As The High Septon Blesses The Wedding and The Kiss.

While This Was Happening All The King's Paramours, Particularly Cersei Lannister, Looked On Jealously, As The King Wedded Sansa Stark, Only Nym Seemed To Lack Any Such Emotional Tie-Down Such As Jealousy.

Aegon and Sansa Were Enjoying Their Wedding Day, He Fed Her Lemon Cakes, Her Favorite, and She Fed Him Suckling Pig With Lemon and Dornish Red, His Own Favorite. Aegon Sat With Tyene On His Opposing Side, and Found Himself Quickly Double-Teamed By Sansa and Tyene As Both Tried To Feed Him A Lemon Cake and Rabbit Stew As He Chowed Down On His Suckling Pig and Dornish Red. It Was Only When Arya Stark Repeated Her Act Of Embarrassment From The Last Feast The Starks Had Been In Attendance Where Aegon Was Also In That Stopped His Newest Queen From Trying To ****-Feed Him A Lemon Cake. This Would Very Well Become A Marriage Of Fun and Games, If Not Love.

The Time Had Come, The Bedding Ceremony Had Begun, and The King and His Queen Had Been Carried Off In Various States Of Undress To Their Chambers, Aegon Stroked Himself To Full Mast While Sansa Looked Terrified At Getting His Cock Inside Her. "Sansa, Keep Your Eyes On Me, I Promise You That While It Will Hurt Initially, It Will Subside... Do You Trust Me?" Asks Aegon. "Yes, I Do." Says Sansa "Good, Now Just Try To Relax." Says Aegon As He Spits On His Fingers and Gently Thrusts Them Into Sansa's Cunt, Getting It A Little Looser and A Bit Wetter, Then, When Fully Satisfied, Slowly Inserts His Cock Into Her Cunt. Aegon Saws In and Out, Never Breaking Her Barrier, Letting Her Get Used To The Motions and Feelings First. "I'm Ready." Sansa Tells Him. "I'm Sorry." Says Aegon As He Pulls Back and Thrusts Into Her Hard.

Sansa Screams As He Breaks Her Hymen, and Aegon Quickly Latches His Lips Onto Hers, He Waits Until Sansa's Scream Has Died, Before Moving His Lips Down To Her Breast, and Slowly and Tenderly Licks At Her Tit, Tickling and Suckling It At Equal Measure and Equal Pace. Aegon Uses His Only Remaining Hand Of Flesh To Play With Her Unused Tit, and When Sansa Begins To Moan, He Begins To Ever So Slightly and Ever So Gently Move In and Out Of Sansa's Cunt. 'She Will Need To Be Disciplined By Nym and Tye, If She Wishes To Learn, But First, The Deed Must Be Done' Aegon Thinks. Aegon Lowers His Mental Resilience, and His Urge To Sow His Seed Inside Her Grows Exponentially Stronger Until He Is One Dam Break Away From Flooding Her Cavern With His Water. The Dam In Sansa Does Break and Aegon's Own Water Floods Her Cavern In It's Entirety. Sansa Moans and Gasps As She Feels The King's Royal Water Mix With Her Own Newly Royal Ice Water. With This Single Act A Life Is Created Inside The Queen Of The Northern Houses, But Unawares To Them, She Is Not The Only Women In The King's Bed To Carry A Life Within Them..............