Margaery Tyrell

Aegon Sat At The Head Of the Table In Harrenhall, Arianne and His Dothraki Bride Sat Beside Him. Beside Arianne Sat Jon and Myrcella Baratheon, Beside The Dothraki Girl Sat Prince Oberyn, Whose Eldest Daughters Stood Behind Him. "Your Grace, Surely You Understand The Outrage? The Dothraki Are Savages, Primitive Barbarians.'' Says Lord Umber. ''To Some Degree Aye, But The Fact Remains, They Are Arguably The Most Honest People In This Room. You Don't Have To Like It, But You Have To Respect My Decision. Besides, Wouldn't You Agree That Attacking the King-Beyond-The-Wall With Savages They Have No Experience Fighting Is More Tactically Sound Than Attacking with Men They Have Centuries Of Experience Fighting?'' Asks Aegon. ''I Concede Your Point My King, You'll Hear No Further Argument From Me or My House.'' Says Greatjon Umber and Sits Back Down.

Aegon Looks Amongst the Lords, and, More Importantly, Their Daughter's. Alys, Sansa, and Margaery The Most. Aegon Considers His Options Carefully. 'Sansa and Alys Are Both Great Beauties, But Sansa is Naive and Alys Headstrong. Margaery Is Neither Naive Nor Gullible. Sansa and Margaery Belong To Houses With Arguably The Largest Armies To Field, and Alys House Fields At Least Half of One Of Those. If I Marry Sansa or Alys, I Can Still Secure The Support of House Tyrell By Marrying Loras or One of His Brother's Rhaenys. The Same Can Be Said If I Marry Rhaenys To Rob if I Marry Margaery.' Aegon Lists Off In His Mind.

"I Have a Declaration. Lord Mace Tyrell. Please Stand." Says Aegon as The Lord of Highgarden Stands, after A Nod of Acceptance From Lady Olenna. "I'm at Your Command My King." Says The Lord of House Tyrell. "Lord Tyrell, You Have The Blood Of House Gardener Inside, Blood Descended From The Female Line. I Would Make Your Daughter, Margaery, My Second Queen." Says Aegon. Lord Tyrell is More Pleased Than Surprised and the Entirety of The Lords and Ladies Present Are Too. Sansa looks Disappointed and Alys The Same. "Lord Tyrell, I Suggest You Sit Down, I'd Prefer You Don't Stagger in Shock and Trip and Hurt Yourself." Says Aegon and The Lord of Highgarden Does Just That. "Your Grace, I'd Love to Marry You." Margaery Says as Her Father Recover's From His Small Shock. "Thank You My Lady, Lord Royce, Princess Daenerys Hand Is Offered To Lord Robin, and Lord Stark, Princess Rhaenys Hand Is Offered To Your Son Robb. I Declare This Summit At it's End, and Implore You To Bring Your Response To Lord Tyrion, Master of Coin." Says Aegon as Said Drunk Master Of Coin, Barely Acknowledges His Name Being Called.

Aegon Rode South, Margaery and His Dothraki Bride Rode Beside Him. He'd Learned His Dothraki Bride Was Named.........Well, Simply Put he Couldn't Pronounce It The Least So He Just Named Her Evalan which was About Half Her Name, Give or Take. Aegon Had Two Outstanding Matters To Settle, Before He Rode North. They Could Wait only a Little Bit Longer, but Not Much.

Aegon, Evalan, and Margaery Rode Through The Gates, and Found Their Way To The Small Council Chamber. Aegon Named Ser Greysteel as Margaery's Sworn Shield and Ser Lonmouth As Evalan's. He Wanted The Matters Done Before Dinner...........................