Stay in King's Landing [Main Story]

As much as Aegon wanted to get out of the capital and take a break from the politics and lies of King's Landing, he did not want his name to join the list of kings who neglected their duties. His father always said that kinghood is a duty not a right and he is trying his utmost to live by those words. Before Rhaegar, there were five Aegons to sit the Iron Throne. The first Aegon united the continent with fire and blood but he left behind two sons that divided the realm and nearly undone all of his achievements. The second Aegon was a bloodthirsty fool who initiated a civil war that killed all of the dragons while the third mourned himself into an early grave. Aegon the Fourth was a **** to his own lust and desires while the fifth Aegon was a good man who accidentally ended up burning most of his family in a futile attempt to resurrect the dragons. Kings are never perfect, especially Targaryen kings. Rhaegar's words echoed through the quiet room as Aegon rubbed his eyes and **** himself to read through the hundreds of pages of new laws and proposals that needed his approval.

I wonder what my epitaph will be? Aegon thought as he stared at the seemingly endless paperwork on his desk. Aegon the Sixth of his Name, the son of Rhaegar the Last Dragon, died of intense boredom.

"Your Grace!" Suddenly a loud mesmerising voice broke Aegon free from thinking of worse ways for the history books to remember him as his father's former friend, Ser Richard Lonmouth barged into the king's study.

"What is it, Ser Richard?" Aegon asked as he pretended to be engrossed in his work.

"Uhm... A ship has arrived from Pentos, Your Grace." The knight fidgeted in his armour as if he was unsure as to what to say next.

"Ships arrive from Pentos everyday, my good ser. What did this one bring? Plague?" Aegon asked jokingly but his smile quickly faded when he saw the pale face of the usually jovial knight.

"Uhmm... They... They brought a message, Your Grace.... From King Rhaegar!"

Within minutes, Aegon was sitting on the Iron Throne and wearing his most regal clothes, a black surcoat with blood-red undertones. Despite sitting several feet high above everyone else in the Great Hall, Aegon still felt small as he was in between the great black skulls of Vhagar and Balerion. The crown of Aegon III Targaryen, worn by his father before him, weigh heavily upon his head but not nearly as heavy as the scrumple piece of paper in his hand, marked by Rhaegar's personal seal.

After a minute of composing himself, he gave permission for his guests to enter the throne room. A pudgy elderly man entered followed by nearly forty servants. Besides the Magister of Pentos was two teenagers, they were dressed in expensive silks that most nobles in Westeros could not afford to buy. Despite the fact that one was a man and another a woman, they looked so much alike that Aegon presumed that they must be siblings or even identical twins.

"You stand in the presence of Aegon the Sixth of his Name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Lord Jon Connington's booming voice echoed throughout the large hall as he introduced the king to his guests.

"Your Grace," Magister Illyrio and his entourage bent their knees as a sign of respect. "It is an honour to meet you for the first time, you truly look like your father's son."

"You are too kind, my lord. You were with my father when he died weren't you Lord Mopatis?" Aegon said without sounding too accusatory as he rolled the piece of paper in his hand, the words upon it were unmistakably written by Rhaegar's hand.

Or by an expert forger.

"Yes, his fever and eventual **** came as a shock to us all." Illyrio said sadly and Aegon wondered if he was truly sincere. "But before he passed away, he did arrange a betrothal between my daughter Visenya and any one of his sons. I am sure that you have read the document and confirmed its authenticity."

Mopatis nodded at his daughter and she stepped forward so that the king could have a better view of her. She was tall and beautiful, her busty bossom threatened to burst from her blue skin tight dress. Just like Aegon, she had unblemished pale white skin, indigo coloured eyes and silver-gold hair which freely fell to her slim waist and wide hips that was fit for child-bearing.

Before Aegon could speak or continue to admire her beauty, the Lord Hand stepped forward and challenged the Pentoshi.

"With all due respect, my lord, why would King Rhaegar ever arrange a marriage between his son and a merchant's daughter? Surely not for her dowry."

"No, of course not!" Magister Illyrio said with a sly smile. "Even though the dowry may well be the largest in history, King Rhaegar arranged this match solely because of my daughter's blood."

"You see, Your Grace, I am not a lord. I was a lowborn sellsword. My parents were nobody just like their parents before them. However, my wife was different. She had dragon's blood and is a direct descendant of King Aegon the Fourth."

Jon Connington as well as half the court puffed in exasperation. It was well known that Aegon IV fucked nearly every woman he met, from princesses to whores. Being born from his seed was not considered a prestigious honour. Even the downtrodden House Plumm of the Westerlands and the Chief Undergaoler of the Red Keep was rumored to have Targaryen blood in their veins. Besides, Rhaegar never believed in the importance of keeping the bloodline pure, so him arranging a marriage based on blood was absolutely ludicrous. However, Illyrio continued on talking despite the sneers from the crowd.

"My wife Serra came from a noble House that was exiled from Westeros many years ago. Her father was even the Captain-General of the Golden Company until he was savagely killed by his cousin, a man whom all of Westeros came to know as Maelys the Monstrous."

Suddenly the entire court fell silent save for the sound of swords being drawn from their sheaths as the six Kingsguard knights and all of the Gold Cloaks drew their swords against the Magister and his two children, ready to strike them down if the king commands it. Aegon's heart began to palpitate and he grew uneasy on the Throne. Wait, her father was a fucking Blackfyre? The sworn enemy of the Targaryens? The history books were very clear. The male line of House Blackfyre was extinguished when Ser Barristan Selmy himself, slayed Maelys the Monstrous on the Stepstones...

Shit!

The male line...

"So... My father arranged this match to end the bloody feud between House Targaryen and House Blackfyre? Couldn't I accomplish the same feat by simply imprisoning your children?" Aegon asked the fat man whose smile quickly faded when the Kingsguard threateningly stepped forward, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"Yes, Your Grace. But I assure you by all the Gods, that my children has no interest in the Iron Throne." Illyrio said solemnly and for once Aegon could sense the sincerity in his voice. "My son has as much Blackfyre blood as his twin sister, and if it pleases, Your Grace, he will take the Black or serve as one of your Kingsguard so he could formally renounce his claim to your throne."

With a flick of his hand, Aegon ordered his men to stand down and Illyrio heave a sigh of relief as the knights sheath their swords.

"As a symbol of my unwavering fidelity, accept this gift, Your Majesty." Illyrio clapped his hands and two servants carried a rather large crate and carefully placed it in front of the Iron Throne. Ser Barristan boldly opened the crate to inspect the contents inside. Despite sitting nearly 14 feet high on the throne, Aegon could hear the surprised gasp that came from the Lord Commander. Ser Barristan slowly bent down and with reverence, picked up a sword from the crate before presenting it as he knelt before the king. It was a bastard sword, longer than a standard longsword yet lighter than a two-handed greatsword. It had a dragon-headed hilt, a ruby-encrusted pommel and from the visible rippled patterns in its smoke-black blade, Aegon deducted that it was valyrian steel. But it was not just any valyrian-steel sword but rather it was THE sword.

It was Blackfyre, the Sword of Kings.

Aegon climbed down the Throne and took the blade from the hands of the elderly kingsguard. It was considerably lighter than swords of its size due to the magical properties of the valyrian-steel alloy. Just wielding it made Aegon feel invincible, that none could beat him in a duel.

"I managed to acquire the Sword from the Captain-General of the Golden Company at the cost of a small fortune." Magister Illyrio said proudly as Aegon continued to admire the sword that he grew up dreaming about. "Its the sword of Aegon the Conqueror and I pray that it will strengthen your reign significantly. May it serve you well and your children after you, regardless of whether or not you choose to marry my daughter."

"So? Are you gonna accept his daughter's hand in marriage?" Queen Lyanna asked her stepson as they ate dinner. They were the only ones of the royal family in the Red Keep. Queen Elia and Princess Rhaenys were sailing to Dorne, Jaehaerys and Daenerys were on their way to Winterfell and Prince Viserys was indulging his vices in a cheap brothel in Fleabottom after he flew in a rage when he had heard that Aegon had acquired Blackfyre.

Based on appearance alone, none could tell that Queen Lyanna was a masterful warrior and fearless woman, her simple crown and her elegant dresses perfectly hid the cold hard iron underneath her skin. Aegon had heard stories that his father had met Lyanna when she had dressed as a mystery knight to defend the honor of her friend, Lord Howland Reed. When Rhaegar finally unmasked the Knight of the Laughing Tree, instead of finding an ugly and roguish brute he found a fair maiden and fell deeply in love. Eventhough it made for a popular song among the smallfolk and the minstrels, neither Rhaegar nor Lyanna ever confirmed the tale.

"I...I don't know..." Aegon said as he eyed Blackfyre resting upon the mantelpiece. A constant reminder of the debt he owed Illyrio Mopatis.

"Why? Is there someone else who you would rather marry?" Lyanna asked, her questions straight and to the point.

"Uhm... No. It's just weird, father never wanted to arrange a marriage for me. And all of this seems sudden and..."

"Convenient? Illyrio Mopatis is just one wedding away from forfilling the dream of Daemon Blackfyre." Lyanna said as she drank her second cup of wine. "But he didn't have to do any of this, sweetheart. He could just as easily crown his son and hire the Golden Company to take your throne."

"I know..." Aegon said solemnly, its what he would have done if he was in the fat man's shoes.

"And his daughter is remarkably beautiful."

"I know..."

"And you're not obligated to marry her."

"I know..."

"So why do you look like shit?"

Aegon nearly coughed up his wine as his stepmother's teasing made him laugh for the first time since that morning. "One day, I'll tell you why I don't want to marry her. And on that day, we're going to need more wine than this."

"Oh sweetheart, that can be easily arranged." Lyanna said with a wicked smile as she got up and poured her stepson's cup full to bursting.

One cup of wine led to a second, and then a third until Aegon and Lyanna was drunkenly sitting on the floor in the king's solar as they exchanged stories.

"Wait a minute, you're telling me that you really are the Knight of the Laughing Tree??" Aegon exclaimed after Lyanna finally confessed after drinking her seventh cup of the finest Arbor Gold.

"Ugh, I've always hated that name." Lyanna groaned in frustration as she downed yet another mouthful of wine.

"Well, not all of it is true, right? I mean, did you actually defeat three anointed knights in a joust?" Aegon asked in excitement as he moved closer to his stepmother as if he was a child who has just met his hero. Or in this case, his heroine.

"I didn't just defeat them, I humiliated them!!!" Lyanna boasted proudly. "And besides, one of them was a Frey so you could say he unhorsed himself."

Aegon laughed alongside his beautiful and slightly drunk stepmother as they shared their stories and opened up to one another. Who knew that Queen Lyanna Stark was a better drinking partner than Ser Richard Lonmouth?

"So? What about you? Is there any truth to the rumours I keep hearing between you and your sister?" Lyanna asked with a mischievous grin that both made Aegon uneasy and aroused.

"Well... Yeah actually..." Aegon confessed though nearly all of the Red Keep probably knew about his secret affair with his sister. "I don't know... Rhaenys is complicated and..."

"A slut?"

"Mother!"

"What? I love her to **** but the girl shouldn't open her legs to anyone who calls her pretty." Lyanna said unapologetically as she gulp down the entire contents of her cup. "Just between the two of us, your mother and I were actually afraid that she would try to seduce your father."

"What? Rhaenys would never..." Aegon stopped mid-sentence as he suddenly remembered the first time he had sex with Rhaenys. In the throes of passion she had drunkenly and repeatedly called him daddy but Aegon didn't care as back then he was a blushing virgin and assumed it was just a fantasy that most girls have. But then, Rhaenys always had the biggest orgasm when she was on top or when Aegon was fucking her from behind. Whenever possible, she always avoided making love face to face, Aegon's favourite position. "She always said that I look just like father..."

"Well, you do." Lyanna said as she put a loving hand in Aegon's silvery locks. "The similarities is uncanny."

Lyanna's hand was warm and soft as she caressed Aegon's face and her own beautiful face was only mere inches away from Aegon's. The young king could smell the wine on her breath as their faces inched closer and closer until.... For a brief moment it was just lips against lips. Skin on skin. Aegon was about to pull away and apologise when Lyanna turned her head to the side and opened her lips. Aegon couldn't refuse his stepmother as her tongue licked his lips and begged to be allowed inside. Her tongue rolled and caressed his own and when it retreated back to the comfort of her mouth, Aegon's eagerly followed to ravished Lyanna's oral cavern.

What are you doing?! This is Jon's mother! She is drunk and you're taking advantage of her! Aegon could barely hear the voice of reason over the sound of Lyanna's lustful moans as his hand found its way to the soft swell of her breast. With every squeeze of his hand on her breast, Lyanna's pleasured whimpers grew louder and louder as their kiss grew deeper and more passionate.

Well, it's not wrong if its just kissing. Right?