Don't Know if It's Sincere Illness or Sly Poison, But Yes, Old Griffin Connington Does Pass From Illness

Aegon Stood In The Great Sept of Baelor, Mourning The Passing of His Hand. Jon Connington Had Been Like A Second Father To Aegon and Rhaenys, and A Brother to Elia and Lyanna. Now, He Had To Be Laid To Rest, and Aegon Had Decreed, That In Light of His Service and His Loyalty and Friendship with King Rhaegar, Jon Was Formally Adopted Into House Targaryen as An Honorary Member. But Now, He Had To Choose A New Hand of The King. Aegon Had A Few Ideas, But Would Wait, At Least Until His Wedding To Alys and Evalan.

Aegon Was In The A Few Days Before His Wedding To Alys and Evalan, So The Whole City, Indeed, The Whole Ream Was Busier Than Usual. Hundreds If Not Thousands of Tents Had Sprung Up Daily Outside The City, Every Tavern and Whorehouse Was Full To The Brim, and Tyene Was Getting Her Hands Full of Information. Aegon Held A Week Long Tourney, In Honor Of The Seven, and Watched From His Balcony As The Guests Trickled In. Alys Was Pressed Against Him, Her Back Against His Chest, His Arms Around Her. "Three Days, and We Will Be Husband and Wife, King and Queen." Says Alys. "Not Just Us, Evalan As Well, But I Promise You Alys, You and I Will Never Falter in Our Love or Marriage." Aegon Promises.

Alys Melts into His Arms and They Catch Sight Of The Northerners. "There's My Father and Grandfather. Lord Eddard and Most of The North As Well." Alys Notes. "I'm Tempted To Grab The High Septon and Have Him Marry Us Now, If Only To Make Our Love Official." Aegon Says as He Nibbles Alys Neck and Begins To Pleasure Her Slightly. Alys Steadies Her Breath. "We'd Best Get Down There, My Father Will Feel Slighted Else Wise." Says Alys. "Aye, Your Right About That." Says Aegon Deflated.

Aegon, Alys, and Evalan Were Greeting The More Important Guests, With Lord's Varys and Tyrion, and Arianne, Tyene and Nymeria Beside Them. Aegon Had A Small Cadre Of Dothraki and Unsullied Warriors Under The Command Of Ser Barristan. Aegon Also Had Rhaegal and Karstarion With Him. Rhaegal Was A Dragon With Creamy Yellow, Orange, Red, and Black As Opposed To Karstarion's Smoke and Charcoal Coloring. Aegon Had Blackfyre At His Hip, and A Curved Valyrian Steel Short Sword At The Other. Aegon Caught Sight Of Two Beautiful and Petite Northern Girls, Whom He Recognized As Lyanna Mormont and Meera Reed, But His Attentions Was Pulled From Lyanna Mormont and Meera Reed When He Caught Sight Of A Sexy Redheaded Woman Dressed Like A Red Priest.

Naturally His Attentions Caught The Woman's Notice, But Aegon's Attentions Were Drawn By His Brother's Appearance. Regardless, Aegon Mad A Mental Note To Meet This Redheaded Woman Later. "Nice You Could Make It Little Brother. Princess Myrcella." Says Aegon. "Lady, I'm No Princess Your Grace." Says The Humble Myrcella. "Your Marrying The King's Brother, Who's Himself A Prince. Are You Quite Certain You Aren't A Princess?" Aegon Inquires and Myrcella Feels The Need To Not Answer. "You've Done Well For Yourself Brother, Married A Dothraki Girl To Gain Forty Thousand Dothraki Screamers, Resurrected The Dragons, Married The Granddaughter of Rickard Karstark, and Have Secured Five Armies With Four Marriages." Says Jon. "And You Yourself Secured Two Of Them." Says Aegon. "And I Secured Two Of Them." Jon Reiterates. "Well I'd Best Go See Mother, She'll Scold Me Shitless if I Don't." Says Jon as he Leads Myrcella Away.

Aegon Was Readying For The Final Preparations For The Royal Wedding.............