Most, If Not All Of Them

Aegon's Efforts Had Been Largely Successful, Varys's Agents Had Purchased The Valyrian Steel Weapons In Full, and While Aegon Was To Marry Visenya and Arianne, Renly Would Marry Rhaenys, Trystane Would Wed Myrcella, Jamie Would Marry Daenerys, and Sansa Would Be Betrothed and Later Married To Ser Loras. Attempts To Iron Out The Details of Daereon Blackfyre and Margaery Tyrell Were Ongoing, and Aegon Was Considering Arranging A Match Between Desmera Redwyne or Talla Tarly and Robb Stark.

With The Valyrian Blades On The Table Before Aegon, He Studied Each Blade Individually, and Very Carefully. He'd Decided To Gift One of The Daggers To Arya Stark, and To Have Two More Given To Tyene. The Swords, Would Be Melted Down, Reforged, and Then Gifted, Granted, Or Bestowed As Necessary. Aegon Had Already Sent For The Smith To Begin The Process At Once. Aegon Planned To Give One To Jaehaerys, One To Ser Loras, and One To Daereon Blackfyre. The Rest Would Be Kept For House Targaryen, Save Those To Be Given To Lord Tywin and House Lannister.

As Aegon Was Admiring One Of The Valyrian Steel Ankhs, The Doors Opened. "Your Grace, Tobho Mott Has Arrived and Awaits You At Your Pleasure." Says Varys. "Send Him In." Commands Aegon. "Yes Your Grace." Says Varys As He Sticks His Head Out The Door, and A Man of Apparent Qohori or Norvoshi Origins Appears. "Your Grace, This Is Tobho Mott, A Blacksmith Of Fleabottom, But One Of The Few Master Smiths Capable of Reworking Valyrian Steel." Says Varys. "Your Grace, You Do Me Great Honor With Your Commission. Master Varys Claimed You Had Recently Acquired Several Valyrian Steel Weapons You Needed To Have Reforged, May I See Them?" Asks Mott Humbly. "I Wouldn't Have Commissioned You If I Didn't Plan On Allowing You To See Them. Their Right Here." Says Aegon Waving Mott Over,

"By The Black Goat, Where Did You Find This Much Valyrian Steel?" Says A Breathless Mott. "It Wasn't Cheap, Nor Easy. But I Need The Swords Melted Down and Reforged, The Axes Are Of Little Practical Use, and Can Be Melted Down As Needed For The Swords. The Ankhs and Daggers Are Fine As They Are, But I Want As Many Swords Reforged As You Can, But Only if of Practical Use. Leave Enough For Two Swords Untouched However, They Will Be Reforged Later, Designed Specifically To The Specifications of Lord Tywin Lannister." Says Aegon. "Of Course Your Grace, But Any Specific Design For The Swords You Wish For?" Asks Mott. "I Have A New Kingsguard Knight of Great Skill, and Wish To Bestow Upon Them A New Valyrian Blade. I Think A Slightly Shorter Bastard Sword Would Work For Them. But For The Most Part Design Them Like A Bastard Sword, Varys Will Provide The Additional Details Before You Begin." Says Aegon As He Draws Blackfyre.

"This Is Blackfyre, Sword Of The Targaryen Kings, I Wish Three Swords To Be Of Similar Design. But I Must Leave You Now Master Mott, For I Have A Wedding To Plan. Come Varys, I Need A Brief Word With You," Says Aegon as He Steps outside the Room To Speak With His Master of Whispers.

"I Want Him To Outfit Our Troops If He Proves To Do A Substantially Perfect Job of Reforging Them Blades." Says Aegon. "His Skills Are In High Demand, An Offer of Employment, Even an Offer of Outfitting The Royal Troops, Would Need To Be Greatly Rewarding." Says Varys. "Offer Him A Substantial Yearly Commission, and Have Him Design Our Weapons as Well As Forge Them." Says Aegon as He Departs Varys Company.

Aegon Knew The Process of Reworking The Valyrian Would Take At Least Several Hours, and Aegon Was Keen To Make The Most of His Free Time, Specifically The Planning Of His Wedding if Only To Get it Over and Done With Now. Arianne and Visenya Had Already Taken A Instant Disliking To Each Other, and Aegon Had Been **** To Insist That They Play Nice In Public and Loathe in Private. Aegon Had Been So Concerned By This Mutual Dislike, That He'd Ordered All Sharp Objects Be Removed From The Two Noblewomen's Presence.

Grand Maester Pycelle Was Boring Aegon With Seating Arrangements, Like Which Side The Martell's and Blackfyre's Would Be Seated, Aegon Could Only Keep Refilling His Glass As Pycelle Droned On and On About The Fucking Seating. "Grand Maester, You May Bother My Mother On All The Minute Details Especially The Seating. Ser Barristan Is In Charge of The Security, Lord Tyrion and Lord Oberyn Will Pick The Wines, Lord Manderly Will Secure The Wines, Lord Renly Will Perform The Duty of Overseeing The Weddings Administration, and If I'm Bothered About Seating Arrangements, You'll Find Yourself Chained To A Whore, and Given to The Citadel." Says Aegon As He Leaves, In Spite of His Headache.

For Now Aegon Had The Duty of Making Sure All The Invites Were Sent, and Most of All, Keeping His Brides From Stabbing Each Other.......................