New Hand In High Demand

Aegon Woke Still Slumped In His Chair, The Council Chamber Was Empty Save For The Drunken Tyrion Lannister. "I've Get A Grip." Aegon Mutters As He Stands and Walks Over To Tyrion's Side Takes The Wine and Drops It On The Floor. As Tyrion Wakes Up Aegon Looks At Him Sternly. "No More Wine, It's Time You Sobered Up Lord Tyrion." Says Aegon, Before Departing. He Looks For The Grand Maester. He Finds The Old Leech In Bed With A Prostitute. "Okay, That's It, Guards!" Shouts Aegon As Several Guards Come At His Call. "Throw Him In The Black Cells, and Tell Lord Varys To Send Word To The Archmaesters That Pycelle Has Been Found Abed With A Whore, and Awaits Their Judgement. Now In Need Of Someone Else To Do What He Needed. Aegon Walks To The Rooms Of Lord Paxter, Knocks and Finds His Daughter There Instead. "Your Grace? I'm Sorry, But My Father Is Not Currently Here." Says Desmera, and Aegon Notices Her Red Hair, Slender Form, and Beautiful Eyes. "I See, Would You Like To Take A Walk With Me Instead Lady Desmera?" Asks Aegon. "Of Course Your Grace, Just Give Me A Moment To Change and I'll Be Right With You." Says Desmera, and Aegon, As Free With His Love As He Is, Is Tempted To Watch Her Change, But He Curbs That Urge.

A Few Moments Later, Desmera Has Changed Into A Flowing Dress That Highlights Her Fine Form and Admittedly Small Bust. "Your Grace?" Asks Desmera. "Follow Me." Says Aegon, Offering Desmera His Arm, and She Happily Takes It. They Walk Down The Hall, and Head Towards The Gardens. "I've Always Wanted To Visit The Capital, But Now That I'm Here....." Says Desmera Dreamily. "I Know, I've Always Preferred Dragonstone Or The Water Gardens Myself. The Capital Should Be A City Of Wonder and Joy, Not A City Of Shit and Misery." Says Aegon, Much To Desmera's Clear Amusement, Because She Giggles. "So It's Not Just Me?" Says Desmera, As She Rests Her Head Against His Chest. "No It's Not, I've Been Wanting To Improve The Living Quality Of People For A While, But We Just Don't Have The Coin To Spend On It, We Have The Choice To Spend It On Food Or On The Living Quality." Says Aegon Sadly and Desmera Eyes Him Carefully. "Your Grace, Why Did You Never Take Me As Your Lover?" Asks Desmera.

"Believe Me, I'd Like Nothing Better, But I Can't. I've Been Trying To Clean Up After My Mess Of Taking So Many Women Into My Marriage Bed, I Only Took Dya Into It Because I Made Her A Promise Years Ago." Says Aegon. "I Guess That Makes Sense." Says Desmera, With A Hint Of Sadness. "When Things Have Gotten Back To Some Normality, Something May Happen, But I Can't Promise You On A What Might Happen." Says Aegon. "Then I Will Wait For It, and You." Says Desmera As She Quickly Kisses Aegon's Cheek Before Leaving Him. It's At This Point, That Aegon Finally See's Lord Renly. "Lord Renly, You've A Great Nephew Now, Write Your Brother, But Tell Him The Succession Is Still In His Favor." Says Aegon. "Already Doing It." Says Renly Holding Up A Parchment. "Very Nice, Have You Seen My Uncle Oberyn Per Chance?" Asks Aegon. "No, I"m Afraid Not, But Lord Varys Has Expressed A Need To Speak With You.....Ah, Speaking Of The Spider." Says Renly As Varys Comes Into View. "Excuse Me My Lord." Says Aegon, and Renly Gives A Wave Of His Hand and Goes Back To Writing.

"Yes Lord Varys?" Aegon Asks. "I'm Afraid We Have A Spot Of Trouble Your Grace, Dowager Queen Mother Lyanna Has Escaped From The Maidenvault and Was Seen Riding North." Says Varys. "Seven Hell's. Write To Lord Eddard, Give Him The Whole Story, His Nephew Broke A Pact With Me, His Sister Not Only Encouraged Breaking The Pact, But Assisted In It, and Tell Him To Deal With It Before I Do." Says Aegon, Now No Longer Intending To Bring Up The Vacant Position. "Yes, Your Grace, But I'm Afraid It's Not The End Of The Trouble, Your Father-In-Law, Lord Tyrell Has Been Boasting About Being Named The New Hand." Says Varys. "Oh For The Love Of......Send The Ravens, Mace Tyrell Will Not Be Hand Of The King. But I Already Know Who I Want As My Hand, and Make Sure It's In The Messages." Says Aegon. "Who Should I List As The New Hand Your Grace?" Asks Varys, To Which Aegon Smiles Happily With Just More Than A Little Devious Mirth In His Smile.