Simply Put: Something Tywin's Always Wanted In House Lannister

--(--(--(Authors Note: Like One Of My Other Return To Kingslanding Chapters, This Incorporates Part of LStark96's Kingslanding Chapter, So Like I Stated There, Aside From Small Edits, credit is his, NOT Mine.)--)--)--

Aegon Was A Little Annoyed That Tywin Refused To Greet Him Personally, But As Tyrion Had Long Established, His Father Was The Hardest Man To Please. Aegon, Was Granted An Audience With Lord Tywin, and Brought Into His Private Solar. "Your Grace, To What Do We Owe This Honor?" Asks Tywin. "I Need A Favour From You Lord Tywin, A Favour That Works Both Ways, and Gains Us Both Something Our Houses Have Lacked For A Very Long Time." Says Aegon. "And What Is That?" Asks Tywin. "Do I Need To Fucking Spell It Out For You? A Valyrian Steel Blade!" Says an Annoyed Aegon. "And Just How Do You Propose This Favour Works?" Asks Tywin. "Your The Richest Man In The Seven Kingdoms, Varys is One Of The Best Master of Whispers in Royal Recorded History. Varys Will Seek The Blades Out, and You Will Finance Their Acquisition. A Smith In Kingslanding Will Reforge The Blades To Our Own Liking's, and Our Business Will Be Concluded." Says Aegon. "I See, and How Much is This Worth To You?" Asks Tywin. "Every Bit As Much It Is To You Old Lion." Says Aegon With An Intensity That Matches The Warden Of The West's Tone.

"Hmm, Alright, Have Varys Search, and I'll Have The Gold Mined." Says Tywin. "There's Also Another Matter, If You Can Pay For The Valyrian In Full, I Will Be Willing To Offer You One of Two Things, A Royal Marriage With Princess Daenerys For Your Son Jamie, or A Position on The Small Council." Says Aegon. "I May Have Misjudged You Your Grace. Your Clearly Your Father's Son." Says Tywin. "Where Rhaenys Is More Martell Than Targaryen, I Am More Targaryen Than Martell." Says Aegon as He and Tywin Start to Part Company. "One Last Thing Your Grace, Jamie, Is A Shell of The Man He Used To Be, I Believe He Seeks To Return To The Kingsguard." Says Tywin. "Tell Him If He Marries Dany, Gets A Lannister Inside Her, and A Few More, I'll Accept Him Into The Kingsguard Anew. Your Favored Child Does His Family Duty, and Gets The Chance, To Renew His Royal Duty, it's A Golden Ending For House Lannister." Says Aegon. "That's An Acceptable Compromise Your Grace." Says Tywin.

Aegon Rode Through The Gates Of Kingslanding, He Was Returning Here Very Briefly To Convey His Wishes To Varys, But Suffice To Say He Didn't Expect to Be Informed That A Message From His Father Had Arrived, and It had been written before his Father's ****.

Within minutes, Aegon was sitting on the Iron Throne and wearing his most regal clothes, a black surcoat with blood-red undertones. His crown, 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." Said The Man. "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."Said The Ever Defensive Connington, Whenever Rhaegar's Actions Were Called into Question. "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." As He Said This Aegon Began To Have A Sneaking Suspicion What That Meant. "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 has Targaryen blood in their veins. Besides, Rhaegar never believed in the importance of keeping the bloodline pure. However, Illyrio continued on talking despite the sneers from the crowd, Which Only Stopped When Aegon Signaled To The Guardsmen to Shut them up. "My wife Serra came from a noble House that was exiled from Westeros many years ago. Her father was the Captain-General of the Golden Company until he was savagely killed by his cousin, a man whom you all came to know as Maelys the Monstrous."

Suddenly the entire court fell quiet save for the sound of swords being drawn from their sheaths as the six Kingsguard knights and all 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 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." Aegon Considers The Magisters Words Very Carefully Before Deciding.

But Ultimately, 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. Aegon nodded For Ser Barristan, and The Legend 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 the Kings of House Targaryen.

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." Says Mopatis, Before Being Ushered Out. "Summon The Small Council, Now, RIGHT FUCKING NOW Lord Connington." Says Aegon.

Aegon Sat With The Small Council, Blackfyre On The Table, Being Examined By The Grand Maester. "It's The Real Blade Your Grace. I've Matched The Exact Details With Sketches of Previous Grand Maesters." Says Pycelle. "Well If This Doesn't Fuck The Deal I Made With Tywin Lannister, I Don't Want To Know What Does." Says Aegon. "Maybe Not, My Father Isn't One To Forget An Insult, But If You Honor The Deal You Made, Why Not Grant Your Part Of The Bargain To A Worthy Ally, Or A Future Child?" Suggests Tyrion. "Regardless, We Can't Ignore The Potential Threat Of House Blackfyre." Says Stannis. "The Same Could've Been Said Of House Velaryon Once Upon A Time." Says Varys.

"We Should Just Kill The Whore and Brother and Be Done With Them." Suggests Viserys. Aegon Was Now Without A Doubt Done Entertaining Viserys Anymore. "Viserys Targaryen, You Are Dismissed From The Small Council, House Targaryen, AND EXILED FROM WESTEROS FROM THIS DAY UNTIL YOUR DYING DAY." Says Aegon As He Raises His Voice When Viserys Protests. "You Wouldn't Dare You Little Cunt. On What Grounds Do You Claim The Authority to Exile Me?!" Says Viserys Dangerously. "Your Growing Instability Is The Reason, You Will Be Taken, In Chains, To Essos, and If You Ever Return, You Will Be Sentenced To ****. Furthermore, Your Rights As A Noble, and As A Prince of House Targaryen, Are Revoked Effectively Immediately, In Essence Your A Peasant. Take Him Away." Says Aegon As Gold Cloaks Haul Viserys Out, The Man Hurling Insults and Threats of Vengeance Against Aegon and The Rest of The Small Council, and Kicking and Screaming In Spite of His New Status, Or Rather His Lack Thereof.

"Lord Varys Spread Word To Every One In Essos, Viserys Of House Targaryen is Banished From House Targaryen and Westeros For All Eternity, While You Do That, Hunt For As Many Valyria Blades As You Can." Says Aegon As Varys Nods and Bows His Head. "Meanwhile, Send A Raven To........White Harbor, Requesting Lord Manderly Come To Kingslanding Immediately." Says Aegon. "You Aim For Him To Fill The Now Vacant Seat of Master of Ships?" Asks Tyrion. "Yeah, He's The Richest Northerner Alive, He Adhere's To Southern Customs and He Has A Large Merchant Fleet." Says Aegon. "What bout The Three Vacant Spots In The Kingsguard?" Asks Stannis. "Two, I've Offered Jamie Lannister His Place Back if He Fulfill's A Part of The Bargain Between Lord Tywin and myself. But For The Others? Why Not Just Hold A Grand Tourney?" Asks Aegon.

"A Grand Tourney Has It's Own Flaws Your Grace." Says Pycelle. "Aye, It Does, But Not If We Set Several Standards That Must Be Met For Joining The Kingsguard Becoming A Prize." Says Aegon. "What If We Used It As A Way To Promote Unity Amongst The Realm? Call Fourth Noble and Common Alike and Have Them Participate In A Grand Tourney As His Grace Suggested?" Suggests Pycelle. "Do It, In The Meantime, I Must Consider This Marriage Pact Carefully." Says Aegon.

Aegon Sat In His Solar, Writing Up A Letter To Be Sent To Highgarden. Aegon Was Beginning To Think About The Future, Which was Way He'd Asked Stannis and Jon Connington To Give Up Their Positions On The Small Council and Begin Actively Trying To Conceive An Heir Each Between Them. This Left Him Without a Master Of Laws and A Hand of The King, Hence Why Aegon Was Writing A Letter For Highgarden. Lord Wyman Manderly Would Serve As Master of Ships, Lord Mace Tyrell Would Serve As Master of Laws, and Aegon Already Knew Whom He'd Be Naming Hand Of The King, None Other Lord Renly Baratheon, Youngest Brother of Stannis and Robert.

Fittingly, There Was To Be A Grand Tourney Held In Honor Of The New Hand and Master's of Ships and Laws. Aegon Would Personally Invite All The Great Houses, and He Would Take The Opportunity to Look For A Suitable Bride, and Maybe a Husband For Rhaenys If The Opportunity Arose. Aegon Would Continue To Sleep With Talia, Alys and Jeyne Of Course, But This Could Prove an Advantageous Time To Meet His Remaining Suitors. Aegon, Would Also Be Using This Occasion To Reveal Blackfyre's Recovery.

Aegon Was Now Prepared For The Tourney Preparations To Begin....................................................................................