Forget It!!!!

''Oops!! Wrong Room.'' Sluured Aegon as He Hurried out, Cheeks Flushed, Well More So Now than before. He hurried down The corridor feeling his way across until he founf his Kingsguard at A Door. ''Open The Door! And Don't Let anybody in till The Morn. At Dawn wake Me, and Send Lord Stark an Half Hour after To Me, Tell Him To Bring His Eldest Son with Him Too!'' Says Aegon As He Huries into His Room. He Step into His Room Head Pounding, and Sinks into The Armchair nearby.

Aegon Woke Up With Night King of All Hangovers, He Dressed and Waited for Lord Stark and His Son Robb To Arrive. He carried Aith Him The List of Names His Small Council had Gathered, and Eyed it Pitifully. Soon Enough Lord Stark and Lord Robb Arrived and Entered. ''Ser Arthur Your relieved for The Next Hour, Ser Richard, You As Well. Leave Us.'' Says Aegon as He Holds his Hand against his hand and taps his scroll of names against the table. ''Bad Night Your Grace?'' Asks Robb Humorously before his Father Gives him a Look. ''Never Mind That! Take A Look At This! It's A List of Names Gathered By my Small Council. Sansa And Arya are on their as well.'' Says Aegon as he Tosses the Scroll to Lord Stark. ''Sansa?'' Asks Robb. ''And Arya? May We Inquire Why?'' Asks Lord Stark.

''Hnm Where To Start? My Council Has Compiled That List To Search For My Future Bride. But At This Point I've No Notion of Where To Start. Therefore I Suggest a Few Things.....'' Says Aegon as He Pauses Drinks A Cup of Tea From Volantis, Something Varys Arranged For Him. ''First of All.....Robb. I Noticed How You were Staring My Aunt Daenerys Last Night, So In The Interest of Knitting The Realm Closer Together I Suggest A Betrothal Pact Between Our Houses. You Will Have The Option to Marry Either Daenerys or My Sister Rhaenys. I'd Also Like To Invite You, Lady Sansa, and Young Lord Bran To Join Us On Our Journey South Once Jaehaerys Joins The Nights Watch. Secondly Since I Know Baratheon Will Probably **** Me if I Ask, I'd Like For Lord Stark to Approach Him With an Offer, Tell Him That If He Agrees to A Consider A Marriage Pact Between Myself and Myrcella I Will agree to Have Our Firstborn Son Remain in House Baratheon, if We End Up Married. Thirdly and Finally I'd Like You To Inform Lord Robert His Wife Tried to Seduce Me whilst I was Drunk. I refused and Came Here. That will be all. I Expect an answer by tomorrow, For Now, I Have A Hangover To Nurse.'' Says Aegon as He Sinks further into his chair. ''Of Course Your Grace.'' Says Lord Stark as he and Tob Dissappear From Sight.

Aegon Had Felt More Prepared to Face The North Since His Hangover Had Mostly Subsided. He Walked into The Courtyard, Before Heading to the Great Hall. Aegon Took A Seat At The End Away From Lord Stark and His Family. A Servant Soon Approached. ''A Leg of Mutton, Two Eggs Poached, A Couple Strips of Bacon That are Extra Crispy, Cask of Ye' Coldest Ale and A Leg of Salted Pork.'' Says Aegon as The Servant Nods and Departs.

At Lord Starks End of The Table, Sansa Was Finding it Difficult not Stare at The Young King Seated at The Far End of the Great Hall. Robb was Clearly Amused. ''You Know Sansa, The King Has Invited You To Journey With Him South on His Royal Progress.'' Says Robb as Sansa Nearly Chokes on Her Lemoncake, while Her Mother Does Likewise on her Wine. ''Your Not Having Me On?'' Asks Sansa. ''Well, You, Me, and Bran, But Yeah Pretty much.'' Says Robb as She Looks At The King Who Is Now Chewing On A Leg of Mutton and Sipping A Cup of Ale.

Aegon Was Chewing on His Last Strip of Bacon As Young Lord Rickon Approached Him. ''Are You Really Jon's Brother?'' He Asked. ''Half-Brother, But Yes. And Are You Really Three?'' Asks Aegon In Turn. ''Three and Half!'' Says Rickon Defensively. ''Strange, You Remind of Myself when I Was Twelve. Must be Your Father's Influence.'' Says Aegon as He Continues Eating, and as Sansa Approaches Aegon Gets Up, Having Finished His Meal, and Leaves the Great Hall.