''I'm Sorry How Much?"

Aegon Was Immeasurably Surprised At What Drogo Had Offered To Say The Least, A Gift Of Forty Thousand Dothraki Screamers. "I'm More Concerned How The Bannermen Will React, Than The Change Of Culture, Then There's The Cup Of Dothraki Queen They'll Need To Swallow." Says Aegon As Varys Nods Thoughtfully. "Speak Varys, Your Better Suited Than The Rest Of Us To Advise On This." Says Connington. "Now Just A Second, I am Grand Maester, Who Better---" An Indignant Pycelle Starts. "Quiet!" The Entire Small Council Tells The Grand Maester, Aegon Included. Aegon Stares At Varys Expectantly, Tapping His Finger's On The Table To Exemplify His Impatience. "The Dothraki Are The Greatest Possible Calvary In Existence. They Are Fearless and Fierce, But Will Only Follow Someone They Truly Respect. If You Take Khal Drogo's Daughter To Wife, You Will Need To Prove To These Dothraki You Are Worthy of Their Respect, and You Will Need The Girls Support. My Advice? Earn Her Trust, Learn From Her, Then Prove Yourself Worthy To The Forty Thousand Dothraki Screamers." Says Varys. "Varys Speaks Wisely." Says Stannis. "Agreed, and It Stands To Reason, That The Forty Thousand Dothraki May Just Very Well End Up Being The Most Honest People In The Seven Kingdoms." Says Aegon, Much To Tyrion Lannister 's Amusement.

Aegon Orders Everyone Except Varys and Stannis Out of The Chamber.

"Prepare A Writ Lord Stannis, I'll Put My Personal Seal and Signature on It, Varys When The Dothraki Warriors Arrive, Plant some of Your Little Birds into them, and by some I Mean A Lot. I'm Not About To Piss Off A Dothraki Khal, But I'm Not Going To Go Without Suitable Protection. Varys Find Me As Many Valyrian Steel Weapons As You Can, and Acquire Them Through Any Means. But Limit Your Search To Outside of Westeros. Meanwhile, Learn What You Can About This Khal Drogo, and Specifically His Relationship With My Father." Aegon Orders. "Yes, Your Grace." Says Varys. "What Do Write?" Asks Stannis. "Tell Them of The Impending Match, and Order Any Who Have Complaints Against it to Prepare To Convene At Harrenhall For A Summit on The Matter. But Please, Encourage The More Prominent Houses and Bannerman To Bring Their Daughters, Sisters, and Nieces." Says Aegon as Stannis Finishes The Writ and Hands It Aegon.

Taking His Melted Wax and Pouring it on the Writ, Aegon Stamps His Personal Seal On it and Waves The Two Off. "Lord Stannis? I Want Robert In Kingslanding Two Fortnight's From Now, Tell Him That If He Cames He Gets Five Minutes With The Dowager Queen Under Guard." Says Aegon. "Yes, Your Grace." Says Stannis With A Grimmer Look Than Usual. "This.......Seven Hell's Indeed..........." Aegon Says After Failing To Find Anything else to Fulfill his current mood or rather sense of feeling.