Dragonstone!!! But, Not For Long

Aegon Was Looking Out Across The Sea From Dragonstone's War Room, Sansa and Daereon Were In His Arms. Margaery Had Elected To Stay Behind In Kingslanding Since Visenya's Children Were Not Fit For Travel. Aegon Found The Calmness Of Dragonstone Harmonious and Serene, It Was As If It Tempered The Dragon Fire Inside Him, Worked It To Manageable Levels, and Channeled It Into Something Productive. Aegon Felt A Connection To This Place, and Hoped Daereon Would Someday Feel It Too. Aegon Wondered If All Targaryen's Felt This, Or If All Stark's Felt A Connection With Winterfell, If All Arryn's Felt A Connection With The Eyrie, Or If All Baratheon's Felt A Connection To Storm's End. Dragonstone Was Possibly The Last Connection House Targaryen Had To Their Freehold Ancestors, Similarly Their Celtigar and Velaryon Vassals Possibly Had Only Claw Isle and Driftmark Left To Remember The Old Days.

Aegon Abhorred Slavery, He Loathed It Passionately, But He Knew That Went Against His Ancestral Homelands Belief, and Yet He Didn't Care, Valyria Was Destroyed For A Reason, Aegon Liked To Believe It Was The Final Vengeance Of So Many Slaves Worked To **** and Destruction. Sansa and Daereon Were With Him, Taking The Sight Before Them In, and Aegon Felt The Peace That Had Been Long Denied Him In Kingslanding As The King. But Alas, All Good Things Had To End. Aegon Was Allowed A Week Of Rest and Respite On Dragonstone Every Few Months, He Came To Relieve Himself Of The Burdens and Politicking Of Westeros and Kingslanding.

Aegon Knew A Man Would Be Arriving Soon, Bearing A List Of Outstanding Issues Awaiting Him In Kingslanding and Beyond. But Until He Did, Aegon Would Enjoy The Silence With Sansa and Daereon. But The Sound Of Rushed Footsteps Up The Tower Ended The Moment. "I'll Be Right Back Darling." Says Aegon As He Waits Until The Steps Have Reached The Door and He Can Here Panting. Now Opened, Aegon Takes The Parchment From The Man's Hand, Closes The Door and Goes To The Painted Table. "Let's See What Has Happened In Our Absence." Aegon Says As He Unfurls The Parchment. "Anything Interesting?" Asks Sansa. "Hmm, Mostly Just Minor Issues, Except For This One. We Need To Return To Kingslanding, Immediately.'' Says Aegon.

Aegon, Sansa, and Daereon Were Back In Kingslanding, and Margaery Handed Prince Jaehaerys To Aegon, Before Taking Princess Rhaenyra From The Queen Mother. Varys Enters. "Your Grace, They're Ready For You." Says Varys. "Thank You Varys, I Just Want To Spend A Moment With My Sons. I'll Be Just A Few Moments." Says Aegon, As Varys Bows His Usual Humble Way, and Begins To Leave. "Sasna, Margaery, Look After Rhaenyra, The Boys and I Will Only Be A Moment." Says Aegon As He Kisses Both His Queens. "Come Mothers, We Must Make The Statement, Else A Civil War Happens Again." Says Aegon As He Hands Jaehaerys To His Birth Mother, and Daereon To His Stepmother. Entering The Throne Room, Aegon Finds The Major Lords Of The Crownlands, North, Stormlands, Vale, Dorne, The Reach, Westerlands, and Riverlands, and Their Liege Lords Or A Representative Of Said Liege Lord, Awaiting His Presence and Those Of His Son's.

"Thank You All For Coming, I Understand The Necessity Of This, and Wish None To Doubt The Man I Wish To Succeed Me. As My Firstborn Son, Prince Daereon Is My Heir, and Thus The Crown Prince Of Dragonstone. His Brother Prince Jaehaerys "The Younger" Follows Him In Succession and He In Turn Is Followed By Princess Rhaenyra. Please, Heed The Succession I Have Named.'' Says Aegon, As He Departs The Throne. Leaving, Aegon Finds Quentyn Waiting. ''Time To Go?'' Aegon Asks His Cousin and Friend. ''Yes, It's Time For Me To Return Home, Goodbye Aegon.'' Says Quentyn As He and Aegon Embrace, and Quentyn Hands His Cousin The King's Hand Pin. Varys Soon Approaches. ''Your Grace, Lord Quentyn Insisted You Had Someone In Mind For His Replacement and Had Me Prepare A Raven.'' Says Varys. ''I Do, Send A Raven To Casterly Rock, Requesting Jamie Lannister Come To Court To More Serve As The King's Hand.'' Says Aegon. ''Jamie Lannister? Your Grace, I think I'm Overstating It a Bit When I Say He Sullied His Kingsguard Cloak To Kill Your Grandfather.'' Says Varys. ''Relax Varys, I Wasn't Serious, Ser Jamie Lacks The Seriousness Needed For The Position, So Instead We Offer It To His Uncle, Ser Kevan Lannister.'' Says Aegon. ''Of course Your Grace.'' Says Varys, Silently Pleased The King Has The Capacoty To Joke In The Face Of Turmoil Which Inevitably Occurs During, Before, and After Winter Has Come.

Aegon Sat On The Iron Throne With Tyrion and Varys Beside him, As Tywin Lannister Followed By His Brother Entered The Throne Room. ''Lord Tywin, I Thank You For Coming, We Asked You Here Because Wished A New Hand, Just Not You. We Wanted Your Assessment, In Person, Of Your Brother Kevan's Candidacy For The King's Hand.'' Says Aegon As Kevan Seems Surprised.