Don't Die

Aegon's Patience Was Wearing Thin, His Brother's Only Plan Was: Don't Die, and When Asked, Jon Refused To Change The Plan, Thus Leading To Aegon To Call The Lords Present To Leave Momentarily In Order For Aegon To Chastise His Brother Privately. Once They'd Left. Aegon Slapped His Brother With Valyrian Steel Once More. "Don't Die!?! That's Your Plan?!? Where The Fuck Were You When I Was Spilling Blood For The Family We Lost In The Rebellion?! I Had To Grow Up Jon, But You? You Were Always The Kid, The Child Playing At War, Maybe If You'd Been There When That Witless Wonder Aegon Blackfyre Landed, My Mother and My Queens Would Still Be Alive! But You To Busy Fighting For An Enemy Now Weren't You?" Shouts Aegon.

(Jon's POV)

Jon Let His Brother Vent, Knowing How Much Pressure He Was Under, But As The Rant Progressed, Jon Began To Realise How Much His Brother Was Hurting. He'd Lost His Beloved Arianne, The Woman He'd Married Out Of Desire, As Much As Love. He'd Lost Myrcella, Who'd Been Reportedly **** A Half-A-Hundred Times Before Having Her Throat Mercifully Cut. Aegon Was Blaming Himself As Much As Jon For Not Protecting Them, For Not Being There When They Died To Prevent Them From Dying. Jon's Eyes Fell To His Brother's Sides, Knowing That He Lost His Hand, and Part Of His Gut, But More Importantly, He'd Lost His Mother, Whereas Jon Had Not. Jon Realised His Brother Was Nearing His Breaking Point, and As King Rhaegar Had Oft Said, When A Man Breaks, He Will Either Stay Broken, Or Put His Pieces Back Together, Which Echoed Through His Mind When Aegon Reached The Climax Of His Speech.

(Aegon's POV)

The Weight Hanging Over Him Had Lifted, Aegon's Stress Had Subsided, His Strength Returned, and Aegon Felt More Prepared To Fight Whatever This Mance Rayder Had Planned For Him, Of Course It Wouldn't Hurt To Have A **** Prepared To Fuck Him In The Ass Should Things Go South and Throats Get Opened and Torn To Shreds. "Ser Arthur, Bring The Lord's Back In." Says Aegon. "Yes, My King." Says Ser Arthur. As The Lord's Returned Aegon Took A Moment To Compose Himself Before He Began Speaking. "This King-Beyond-The-Wall Has A Hundred Thousand Wildlings At His Back Allegedly, and We Have Half That Able To Fight. Our Forces In The Seven Kingdoms Are Still Recovering, But Will They Be Enough To Stave Off Defeat?" Aegon Asks. "The Royal Armies Ready Your Grace, The Unsullied Still Cling To The Belief That Your Their Savior and Will Fight For You If Necessary." Says Lord Tarly. "I Thought I Told You To Tell Them To Go Home." Says Aegon. "We Did, But They Insist That Since You Bested Their Master, By Law They Are Now Bound To Your Will." Says Tarly. "And How Many Are Stating That?" Asks Jon. "Oh Roughly Twenty Five Thousand." Says Tarly. "It's Not Much, But The Unsullied Could Make Up The Difference Between Us and The Wildlings." Says Jon.

"Summon The Unsullied To The Gates, I Would Have Words With Them, Jon, Your Coming With Me. As Is Daeron and Baelor." Says Aegon. "Your Grace, The Princes Are Newborns! You Can't Be Seriously Considering Taking Them Into Battle!!?!" Demands Grand Maester Gormon. "No I'm Not, But They May Yet Be Of Use In Convincing The Unsullied." Says Aegon As He and Jon Leave The Room

As Aegon and Jon Held A Prince Each, Aegon Rode His Horse As They Circled Through The Unsullied Ranks. "Dovaogēdy!! ao yne brōzā aōha saviour, yet iksan brōztagon se pryjatys, se zaldrīzes dārys. Emā glaestan aōha giez lives hae slaves, sir nyke jiōragon ao iā iderennon, morghūljagon hae slaves iā glaesagon Hae dāero valoti, lo ao iderēbagon se latter nyke jiōragon ao each iā dīnagon rȳ ñuha paktot, rȳ se paktot hen ñuha trēsi! hae aōha trainers issi known naejot ivestragon, valar dohaeris, se hae aōha qrinuntyssy issi oft ryptan naejot ivestragon, valar morghūlis, vestran, qogralbar bona sȳz hen destiny, yn skoros gaomagon vestrā? hmm?? kessa ao join nyke isse vīlībāzma, join ñuha lēkia isse vīlībāzma? kessa ao vīlībagon daor kesrio syt īlē liortan iā sindita rȳ iā tistālion, yn kesrio syt ao jaelagon naejot gūrogon iā dīnagon isse ñuha lentor? kessa ao vīlībagon naejot gūrogon dīnagon isse ñuha tresy's families? iā kessa ao vīlībagon naejot gūrogon iā dīnagon isse bisa vys syt aōha brothers isse aōha qogror???" Said Aegon Which Was An Exact Translation Of: Unsullied!! You Call Me Your Saviour, Yet I Am Called The Destroyer, The Dragon King...You Have Lived Your Whole Lives As Slaves, Now I Offer You A Choice, Die As Slaves Or Live As Free Men, If You Choose The Latter I Offer You Each A Place At My Side, At The Side Of My Sons! As Your Trainers Are Known To Say, All Men Must Serve, and As Your Enemies Are Oft Heard To Say, All Men Must Die, I Say, Fuck That Kind Of Destiny, But What Do You Say? Hmm?? Will You Join Me In Battle, Join My Brother In Battle? Will You Fight Not Because You Were Sold Or Bought At A Market, But Because You Wish To Earn A Place In My family? Will You Fight To Earn Place In My Son's Families? Or Will You Fight To Earn A Place In This World For Your Brothers In Your Ranks??? From Common Tongue.