Or Winter-Hell

Aegon, Daenerys, Myrcella, Tyene, and Of Course Nymeria Had Arrived To Northern Grandeur Yet Again As Far As All But The Two Snakes Were Concerned, and Got Niceties Out Of The Way and Chose To Go Straight To The Feast.

Aegon Unlike Last Time Took Little Interest In The Northern Festivities, Instead Focusing His Eyes On His First Queen and Of Course The Shivering Tye and Nym Who Tried To Tear His Attentions From Myrcella By Grinding Up Against His Sides As He Watched His Queen Of Golden Curls and Black Storms From Afar. "Any Progress Tye? Nym?" Asks Aegon. "We've Spoken To Alys, Dacey, and The Fiercely Independent Lady Wylla, and Broached The Topic Of Royal Interest, and From What We Can Gather Their Families Encouraged Them To Get Close To Your Person." Says Tye. "And?" Asks Aegon. "And We Suggested His Grace Had Taken An Interest In Them Already, As You Can See." Says Nym Nodding To The Three Ladies In Question Who All But Shy Away Blushing When Aegon Turns His Head In Their Direction. "Keep It Up, But Don't Lay It On Too Thick, Last Thing I Need Is A Discouraged Woman. As For You Two, Private Show?" Asks Aegon, As Tye and Nym Get's A Devilish Grin On Their Gorgeous Faces and Begin To Idly Trace Their Hands Over Their King Before Tyene Gets Far More Excited and Adventurous Than She Probably Should. Actually Climbing Into His Lap and Actively Grinding Against Him. "Tye, This Is An Open Showing, Not The Private One I Asked For. Nym, Be A Good Girl and Fetch Lady Sansa's Septa, I Think She'll Find Tye's Behaviour Very Interesting." Says Aegon Low Enough That Tyene Can't Here, But Nym Can.

Nymeria Gets A Devilish Grin and Leaves Without A Second Thought Or A Soft Sound. "You Know Tyene, You've Always Been My Favorite Sand Snake, Your Far More Beautiful Than Nym and Rhaenys Will Ever Be, Which Is Why You More Than Any Other Will Carry More Of My Bastards Than Anybody Else." Says Aegon In Tye's Ear, To Which She Moans Huskily. "Lady Sand!" Came An Indignant Voice, and Tye Turned and Found Nym Beside An Outraged Septa. "That Sort Of Behaviour Is Unbecoming Of An Anointed Septa, You Should Be Thoroughly Ashamed Of Yourself. Your Grace, On Behalf Of The Seven and The Faith, I Apologise For The Young Septa's Behaviour." Says The Old Hag. "No Worries, I Don't Actually Follow The Seven Any Longer, I'm A Follower Of R'hllor. But I Should Tell You, This Is Hardly The First Time She's Done This, Nor Is It The Worst Crime Against A Septa's Vow's Of Celibacy I've Been Witness To Her Doing." Says Aegon. "Young Lady, Come With Me At Once!" Demands The Hag. "Sorry Little Tye." Says Nym Mischievously. "I'm Gonna Make You Pay For This Next Time Egg!" Tye Promises. "Punish Nym, It Was Her Idea." Says Aegon, Loud Enough For Nym To Hear. "You Little Slut!" Says Tye, Lunging For Her Pregnant Sister. "That's Enough, Both Of You Come With Me Right Now." Says The Hag Grabbing Both Girls By The Wrists and Dragging Them Away. Once Gone, Aegon Turns, Smiles, and Winks At Ladies Manderly, Karstark, and Mormont As He Approaches Them.

Aegon Had Abandoned His Cane In Order To Dance With His Targeted Ladies, Which He Now Regretted Due To The Pain In His Legs. So That Was How He Came To Be With Maester Luwin, Drinking Milk Of The Poppy With A Touch Of Dornish Red For Making It Bearable. "You've Aggravated Your Injuries, Maester Juren Was Never Very Good At Advanced Healing, But Knew Enough To Set The Stages Up For Me." Says Luwin, His Chain Clinking. Aegon's Eyes Catch A Specific Link Though. "That's A Valyrian Steel Link?! Only One Maester Out Of A Hundred Has Such A Link." Says Aegon. "Yes, It Signifies An Understanding Of The Higher--" Says Luwin. "Higher Mysteries, Yes I Know, But I Have One Two." Says Aegon Pulling The Bracelet Of Maester Links From His Breast Pocket. "Hmm Copper For History, Yellow Gold For Economics, Iron For Warcraft, Pale steel For Poisons, Silver For Medicine and Healing, Valyrian Steel For Magic, Platinum For Foreign Cultures & Languages, and Tin For Philosophy and Religions. You've Enough Knowledge To Become A Maester Yourself." Says Luwin. "Father Sent Me There, My Sister and Mother Threw A Fit, But Calmed Down When I Returned From The Citadel Before I Could Take The Vows." Says Aegon.

"That Should Do." Says Luwin. "Yes, It Should." Says Aegon As He Gets Up Takes His Cane and Leaves Maester Luwin's Study. Upon Exiting The Study Aegon Finds Lady Alys Karstark Waiting For Him. "Your Grace, I Hope You Aren't Too Hurt From The Dance?" Asks Alys. "My Pride More Than Anything Else, But No, Just The Injuries From The Kingswood Acting Up." Aegon Tells Her. "That's A Relief, May I Escort You To Your Chambers?" Asks Lady Alys. "It'd Be A Pleasure If You Did My Lady." Says Aegon Extending Her His Arm and She Takes It Walking Arm In Arm With Him.