It Isn't Time For Aegon To Die Just Yet

Aegon Had Been Prepared To Die, His Wife's **** and The **** Of His Unborn Child Had Robbed Him Of His Future, But When The Flames Touched Him, They Didn't Kill Him By Burning. The Flames Did Burn The Ringleaders Of His Loved Ones Deaths, All Twelve Of Them, and One At A Time, Their Bodies and Souls Left This World, But As Each Man Died, One Egg Shone Brighter and Brighter. When He Opened His Eyes, Aegon Was Slightly Dismayed To Find Himself Still Alive, and Rather Cold At That. Looking Down, He Saw That He Was Stark Naked, and That He Was Not The Only Living Thing On The Pyre. The Eggs Were Gone, and In Their Place Sat Twelve Young Dragons. Aegon Felt Unsure What Was In Store For Him Next, But He Had Brought Back The Dragons, and That Meant His Destiny Was As Yet Unfulfilled.

Aegon Had Given A Dragon To His Sister, His Aunt, His Latest Lover. The One That Aegon Had Chosen For His Own, A Dragon Whose Scales Were An Unnatural Mix Of Deep Dead Black, Succulent Creamy Gold, and A Diluted Shade Of Emerald Green. Aegon Named This Dragon Rhaegal, He Also Chose Two Other Dragons For His Own, A Dragon Of Deep Red Mixed In With A Sandy Brown, This One He Had Spyraexes. The Third Was A Nice Dragon Of Pale Blue and Dark Green, One He Named Aerysion. Aegon's Attempt Had Struck A Sore Nerve In His Mother, Who Had Began A Furious and Daily Mission Of Forcing Him To Come To Terms With Visenya's **** and The Nature Of It.

It Had Been Five Months Since Aegon Had Brought The Dragons Back, and He Had Found Two Of Robert Baratheon's Bastard Daughters, Legitimised Them, and Taken Them Into His Bed. Aegon Had Also Impregnated Margaery, Arianne, Nym, and Bellegere In That Span Of Time. Margaery Was Only A Few Short Weeks Away, Or So The Grand Maester Claimed. Arianne Was Still Two Months and Nym and Bellegere Were Three Or Four From Being Ready. Aegon Was Ready For His Second Child To Be Brought Into The World, and Prayed It Didn't Meet The Same Fate Of It's Elder Half-Sibling..............