Dies In Childbirth

Aegon Had Barely Had The Time To Say Hello, Before Margaery Gave Him A Child, A Girl. "Aerea." She Told Him, Before She Died. Not Two Seconds Later, Another Baby, A Boy. Margaery Had Perspired At This Point, and Aegon Sheds A Tear, Before His Face and His Heart Hardens. "Prepare A Pyre, She Will Be Cremated and Interred On Dragonstone." Says Aegon. "Your Grace, What Of The Boy? Do You Have A Name For Him?" Asks Gormon. "Aerean." Says Aegon, Before He Takes His Son In His Arms and Leaves.

Aegon Took Prince Aerean Down To A Spot By The Blackwater, and Considered Tossing The Baby Into The Sea, But Thought Long and Hard. "You Are My Son, Yet Your Mother Died To Bring You Into The World. I Should Cast You Out, But That Goes Against My Nature. No, No You Shall Live My Son, You Shall Live and Secure The Future Of Our Family, Our Realm, and The Men and Women Of The World." Says Aegon As Tears Stream Down His Face, and Some Drip Onto His Son, As A Great Storm Begins To Rage Before Him.

Aegon Sat In The Small Council Chamber, With Grand Maester Gormon, His Squire's Tyrek Lannister, Edric Dayne, and Domeric Bolton Wait Attentively. "Read Back What I've Said." Aegon Tells Gormon. "As Of This Morning, I King Aegon, The Sixth Of My Name, Declare My Wife, Queen Margaery, Of Houses Tyrell and Targaryen, Dead. Having Died In Childbirth The Night Prior, To Give The Realm, and I, A Son and A Daughter, Princess Aerea, and Her Younger Twin Brother, Prince Aerean. This Declaration Also Acknowledges The Pact Set By My Late Father and Predecessor, King Rhaegar, That One Of His Son's Be It Myself, Or My Brother Prince Jaehaerys, Wed Lady Visenya, Of House Blackfyre." Says Gormon. "Sign It In My Name, and Give It My Personal Seal. Tyrek, You Will Hand One Of These To Nine Riders, One For Each Region Of Westeros, Who Will Take Them To The Ruling House Of Each Region. Domeric, You Will Be My Northern Rider, Ride North To Winterfell, Take A **** Of Thirty Unsullied. Edric, You Will Take The Same, and Ride For Dorne, Bring This To My Uncle Doran." Says Aegon.

The Boy's Bow, and Aegon Looks At The Portrait Of Margaery Hung On The Wall As They Leave. "You Have Two Children Now Your Grace, Is That Not Cause For Celebration?" Asks Gormon. "Not If It Costs Me My First Queen." Says Aegon As Opens and Closes His Hand In A Fist. "I Wish To Be Alone Grand Maester." Says Aegon After A Bit. "Of Course Your Grace." Says Gormon As He Gathers His Papers and Leaves. Aegon Drains His Cup and Throws It From The Window. He Clenches His Fist So Hard That It Not Only Shakes But Draws Blood. Releasing His Grip, Aegon Flexes His Fingers, Getting Feeling Back Little By Little. "Damn It All!" Shouts Aegon In Frustration.