Margaery Tyrell, Arianne Martell, Visenya Blackfyre, and Sansa Stark

Today was The Day, The Day House Targaryen Married into House Tyrell, House Martell, House Stark, and House Blackfyre. Aegon Was Being Tended To By Jaehaerys, Robb Stark, Loras Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy, Oberyn Martell, and Tristayne and Quentyn Martell. Each of Them was Being Prepared for the Day. Of Course it was Uncomfortable That Tyene and Nymeria Were Insisting On Shaving the King and Cutting His Hair, More So When Tye Was Personally Cutting His Hair, while Sitting on His Crotch and Grinding on it. "Glad It's You and Not Me." Says Theon. "Maybe, But I'm Guessing You Were the First Man Rhaenys Opened Her Legs For. Maybe I Should Make You Celibate?" Suggests Aegon, To Which Everyone But Theon Chuckles. "What About You Robb? Who Was Your First?" Asks Oberyn. "He's A Virgin, Look at Him." Says Jaehaerys. "Yeah, But What about You Jon, Who was Yours?" Counters Robb. "He Kissed A Frey." Says Aegon as Everyone Chokes on their Wine. "Oh, That's Just Not On." Says Theon as He Starts to Puke. "Could've been Worse." Says Robb. "How?" Asks Jon. "Could've Been A Guy." Says Robb, and Theon Who Had Just finished Puking and came back, Goes back to Puke Again.

"What's This I hear About Matchmaking?" Asks Oberyn. "Well, Lady Allyria Dayne has been Encouraged to A Match with Lord Beric Dondarrion, Lord Renly with on of Margaery's Cousins, Jaehaerys Will be Marry Lady Myrcella, Daenerys Lord Edmure, and Rhaenys Lord Arryn. Lady Alys Karstark Has Been Asked to Meet and Match with Dickon Tarly, His Sister Talla Tarly has been Encouraged to Marry Lord Tyrion. But I Have Plans For You Two." Aegon Says To Robb and Theon. "What's That Supposed To Mean?" Asks Theon. "Theon You Will be Matched To Lord Blackfish's Bastard, who is Recently Legitimized. Robb Margaery Has Agreed to introduce You to Her Cousin Alla." Says Aegon As Tye Finishes Shaving Him. "Perfect." Says Tye all Bubbly. "Listen, I've Got to Go and Get Ready for the Wedding but Let's Speak Later." Says Aegon as Nym Finishes His Hair.

Aegon Was Being Fitted In Martell and Targaryen Colors when Lord Kevan and Lord Tyrion Entered. "Your Grace." Says Lord Kevan as He and His Nephew Knelt in curtsey. "Rise, How Goes that Favor?" Asks Aegon. "Perfectly Completed, as you Requested." Says Tyrion. "Excellent. Lord Tyrion Please Ask The High Septon to Begin Preparations, Lord Kevan, Is Everything Ready?" Asks Aegon. "It Is, Everyone You Asked I Here and Seated As Directed. They Await Your Appearance." Says Kevan. "Very Good. I Shall Walk With Visenya, Lord Mace With lady Margaery, Lord Stark With Lady Sansa, and Oberyn with Arianne. Lady Margaery Will Be Seated Next To Me on the Left and Ari on my Right. Lady Sansa Will Sit Beside Margaery and Visenya Arianne." Says Aegon as His Tailor Finishes Dressing Him. "Have The Kingsguard and Queensguard Guard the Royal Table Carefully. The Gold Cloaks will Guard all Entrances and There will be A Minimum of Three Gold Cloaks At Each Table." Says Aegon as He's Handed Blackfyre.

There is A Knock At the Door and Magister Illyrio Enters. ''Your Grace, I Found it!" Says Illyrio Jovially. "Very Good. This Will Be Given to Jaehaerys at the Feast." Says Aegon As He's Handed The Other One of House Targaryen's Blades. "Time to Make The Wedding of The Two Dragons, Wolf, Rose and Speared Sun The Talk of The Realm." Says Aegon As He Walks Out.

Aegon Was Walking Arm-In-Arm with Visenya Blackfyre and Then Met His Other Brides at the Great Sept of Baelor. One-By-One The Women Had their Hands Bound to His, As Tradition Demanded. They Were Married, and Many People Were Rejoicing. But Before Meals Could Be Had, Gifts were to Be Given. Lord Mace Came First, since Aegon Had Agreed to Marry Margaery before anyone Else. "Your Grace, I Had This Specially Shipped From the Arbor, Margaery Tells Me You Have an Acquired Taste for Certain Wines and Tyroshi Pear Brandy mixed Together. Naturally I Asked Lord Redwyne to Acquire his Finest Dornish and Arbor Reds and His Best Arbor Gold." Says Lord Tyrell. "You've been Well-Informed My Lord, But I Think it Only Fitting that You Get to Taste Your Gift as well." Says Aegon as He Pops the Cork From The Bottle and Pours Mace A Cup. "Hmm, I'm Not One For Mixing Wines with Brandy, But this is Divine." Says Mace. "I Generally Like Mine Boiled For A Bit, Helps Waken Stiff Muscles when you need to get up early, or when you want to wake up more easily." Says Aegon. "I'll be Sure to Try that Your Grace." Says Mace Honestly. "Lord Mace, I Wish to Speak with you Before the Tourney.'' Says Aegon As Prince's Quentyn, Oberyn, and Tristayne Martell's Step up and Bring Their Own Gifts. "From Arianne's Mother Your Grace, A Tome of the History of the Andal's. From Tye and Nym A Spear and Whip. From My Brother A Book on the History of House Martell." Says Oberyn. "From Myself and Trystane A Set of Dornish Jewellery for Each Queen." Says Quentyn. "Very nice. All of Them." Says Aegon as He Passes Some Jewellery to Each Queen.

Now Lord Stark Approaches. "I Had This Specially Crafted, A Dagger, With A Wierwood Hilt." Says Lord Stark. "It Seems This is Only Fit For One Person at this Table." Says Aegon As He Hands it to Sansa. Now The Feast has Begun...........

Aegon Stood At The Window, Naked, and Still Not consummating his marriage to Sansa. "Do I Disappoint You Your Grace?" Asks Sansa. "No, Not At All. You are Unlike the Others, and I Will Not Bed You and Take your Hymen Until You Ask Me." Says Aegon as He Lays in bed and Holds Sansa In His Arms. "Let's Just Stay Here, In Each Other's Arms." Says Aegon as He Holds Sansa Close. Aegon Had Already Bedded the Others, and Chose to Take A Gentler Approach With Sansa. After Today, A Great Tourney Would Be Held, The Melee Would Be Where He Would Find Recruits For His Queensguard. Aegon Had Agreed that Before the Tourney Lyanna would get Five Minutes with Lord Robert, The Kingsguard would Be Nearby. But This Meant That Jaehaerys would Marry Myrcella, and Aegon Had Originally Intended to Marry Trystayne to Myrcella, So He Now Had to Find a Suitable Replacement Match.

Aegon Was Sitting Beside His Queens, His Mistresses Sat Below them. Aegon Was Watching This With Interest. He'd Squired For His Father, Received Martial Training From the Whole Kingsguard, and Had Studied at the Citadel as a Novice, But before All This He Had Been A Page at Casterly Rock. Aegon Was Watching for Special Fighters.

The Final Melee was Beginning and Aegon had his Suspicions of One Particular Competitor, A Mystery Knight of Tarth. This Warrior Had Unhorsed Four Knights of the Kingsguard and The Hound, So He Was Eagerly anticipating the Final Melee. There Were Several Favourites in the Melee besides this Mystery Knight of Tarth, and Aegon was Watching All of Them.

The Melee was Over, The Knight of Tarth was the Winner. Aegon Commanded the Knight Remove "His" Helm. He Wasn't Too Surprised to see it Was The Lady Tarth Herself. "Your Grace, I Am Brienne of Tarth, Daughter of Lord Celwyn Tarth. I Humbly Beg To Become Part of Your Kingsguard." Says The Woman as Aegon Stands Before her. "My Kingsguard is Full." Says Aegon as the Crowd Jeers at the Woman. "However, My Queensguard is Not. Brienne Of Tarth, I Name You into The Queensguard as the First Member. I Also Name You A Knight of The Realm." Says Aegon as He Unsheathes Blackfyre and Knights Her. "Thank You, Your Grace." Says Brienne But Aegon isn't Finished. "While Your In My Service You Will Wield The Blade of Visenya Targaryen. After Much Effort Dark Sister Has Been Retrieved, I Give it To You, While You Serve the Crown." Says Aegon as He Sheathes Blackfyre and Hands Dark Sister to Brienne.