Preparing for the road.

Aegon walked along the red keeps walls with Connington, as well as Varys and Tyrion. The discussion was mostly on governing the city while you are away. The hand will be sitting on the throne during court as well as take lead in consul meetings while the king made his progress. The consul was gonna be short staffed with Lord CommanderBarristan heading north with the king and Aegon's mad uncle under house arrest.

“I assure you your grace, the city is in good hands.” Tyrion said. His words were slightly slurred from his morning drinking.

“It will be under my direction lord Tyrion.” Said Jon. “I can only dread what this city would be like under with you as hand.”

“Oh what a tantalizing thought, I think I would flood the streets with wine and have a whore house on every street.” Tyrion joked.

“Do we have any information on the merchant men.” Aegon said hopefully changing the subject.

“My birds have not gathered much I’m afraid.” Said Varys.

“I however have some information.” Tyrion spoke up. “One of them showed up at one of my fine establishments on the street of silk. The men are Braavosi. Their trade is in transporting valuable objects, some of it may be considered undesirable.”

“Undesirable?” Aegon asked.

“Banned, illegal.” Said the imp. “They do this with the upmost secrecy.”

“When did you become the spymaster?” Said Varys with a smirk.

“All men become good talkers with a belly filled with with wine and a girls mouth around their cock. Did I ever mention that’s how I want to die when I’m 80?”

“All to well.” Said a groaning hand. “Your grace, have you found what was in those chests?”

Aegon swallowed, not wanting to reveal to the others about the dragon eggs. He didn’t even tell them about Blackfyre, witch was sheathed at his hip.

“We’ll discuss this when I return to the capital. Where is Lord Stannis?”

“He is with Pycelle, apparently having received a raven from storms end.” Said Varys.

A raven from storms end? Not something that was very common these past 20 years. Lord Robert had absolutely no love for his brothers since expelling them from court. Aegon could not imagine the contents of the message.

“In any case, the city is in good hands your grace.” Said the Griffin.

“Promise me you will not over work yourself, you maybe the kings hand but you are still just a man.” Aegon said.

“I will try your grace.”

“Lord Tyrion, I trust I will return with the wine stockpiles intact?”

“A dwarf makes no guaranties your grace.” Said Tyrion.

“And Varys.....keep up the good work.”

The spider gave a charming smile and bowed as king Aegon proceeded to the stable houses.

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Aegon walked through the tunnel passing by the kitchens of the small hall. A pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him to the side. Before he could say a word, his lips met his sister Rhaenys lips. It took a few seconds before Aegon could separate from her to breath.

“Someone could see us Rhaenys.” He whispered.

“Where’s your sense of thrill brother.” She replied. Her hands gripped his pants to unclasp them.

“We don’t have time— The king tried to protest but his again were occupied. The horny princess than got to her knees and freed the kings now erect cock. Her mouth parted to accept the large tool and she sucked it with purpose.

The kings protests stopped once the pleasure shook his body. Now he did not care who walked around the corner. The hand, Varys, Sir Arther, brother, aunt, stepmom, or his true mom. A part of him wanted to stay locked in the warmth of his sisters mouth.

‘The things I do for...fuuuck.’ The king could not stop the strain in his balls from releasing. Rhaenys began to drink the life giving fluids that left her brothers cock. Her eyes locked to his as she everything.

Up to the last drop.

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The Targaryen family was gathered at the gate. One group heading north, the other heading south.

“You sure you don’t need any extra protection. I’ll give you sir Arthur to accompany you if—“

Ellia Martell, the queen mother alleviated her sons concerns. “Your uncle has insured our road to yronwood be safe and discreet as possible.”

“I just don’t think passing through the stormlands is safe.” Aegon pondered.

“That fat lecherous disgrace for a lord would not dare provoke the wrath of Dorne.” The queen mother said sternly.

“I would run my spear through the heart of that damned stag if he threatens my family, you worry to much dear nephew.” Oberyn said.

Aegon sighed as his concerns were brushed off as over thinking. Maybe Robert wasn’t stupid enough to pull a stunt like attacking the royal family. Ellia put her lips to the forehead of her son and the two hugged.

“Be safe in your travels.” The queen mother said.

“You to.” Said Aegon.

Aegon than met the eyes of his uncle.

“I’ve heard stories about the northern women, A shame I won’t be able to confirm those stories.”

The two men clasped hands.

“Than again maybe Lyanna will oblige my—

“I do have ears viper.” Lyanna scoffed as she, Jon, and Dany arrived to the gathering. The two exchanged a heated stare off.

“I never said you didn’t.” Oberyn said with a bow. As Aegon enjoyed the sight of his uncle and stepmom exchange ‘courtesies’ the king was ambushed by his sister Rhaenys with a breath shattering hug.

“The gods give you safe travels egg.” She said somberly.

“You to sister.”

“I can only imagine what those women up in the north will do to take you away from me.” She whispered.

“Please Rhaenys, your fears are unfounded. I’ll always put you first.” Whispered the king.

“I hope so cause when we reunite, Me and our cousins will...”

Rhaenys whispered sexually into Aegon’s ear. The kings imagination ran wild of the many sleepless nights he would have when he returns. The rod in his pants was evident to this. As Aegon enjoyed his sisters sweet whispers, he saw Ellia and Lyanna intimate looks to one another. His head must be so fogged with sex he was seeing things.

“Were ready to depart your grace.” Said Sir Barristan riding up on horseback. Aegon broke with his sister but not before giving a small kiss to the cheek. With his horse ready, The king mounted up with haste.

“Open the gates!”

The red keeps doors slowly parted with roaring sound, With the draw bridge dropped, Aegon and his host galloped through the streets witch were lined with cheering waving crowds. The goldcloaks marched along to keep the two groups separated. Aegon rode on with a smile enjoying the love of his city. Lyanna and Daenerys enjoyed the love of the crowd, Jon on the other hand felt his ears ring with pain. A part of him thought he heard some unsettling shouts directed at him. Calling him bastard and false dragon. Finally the party left kings landing through the gate of the gods and began there travel north.

“Is it true Winterfell is as large as the paintings?” Asked Dany.

“Its even bigger, I’ll bet you’ll love it when we get there.” Said Jon. “You won’t even be cold, the walls are heated by hot springs under the castle.”

Dany and Jon conversed side by side while Aegon and Lyanna rode on behind them.

“Are you ok Aegon? You know you can talk to me if you need to.” The wolf queen asked her stepson.

“Thank you but I’m fine mother.” Aegon said. It was a lie as his mind still pondered at the contents of those chests of parchments and what his father wanted to do with those dragon eggs. If Aegon was going to get answers, he had to ask a much older and wiser member of the family.

“We should have taken a boat up north, I can only imagine what reception will be given at the Twins.” Lyanna shuddered.

Aegon chuckled “Nothing to worry about, we’ll be there before we know it.”