Sansa Stark

Aegon Was Only Slightly Disappointed To Discover Not Foe, Nor Lady Wylla, But Sansa Stark. Aegon Sheathed His Blades and Returned To Examining The Heart Tree. "Beautiful Isn't It? Not Many Godswood's Exist Beyond The Neck Anymore, We Have One In Kingslanding, and One On Dragonstone, But Nothing Like This." Says Aegon. "What's It Like? Kingslanding, I Mean?" Asks Sansa. "It's Hard To Explain, But There's Maybe A Million People Living and Working There, The City Is Bustling, and Like Most Places, Where There Is Light, There Is Also Darkness. I Prefer Dragonstone Frankly." Says Aegon. "The Ancestral Seat Of House Targaryen?" Asks Sansa. "Hmm, Dragonstone Was Settled By Aenar Targaryen, After His Daughter, Daenys, Called The Dreamer, Foresaw Valyria's Ruin. Maybe It's The Dragon In Me, But Dragonstone's Smell Of Sulfur and Sea Is Far More Preferable Than The Smell Of Kingslanding." Says Aegon. Aegon Stops Looking At The Heart Tree, and Looks At Sansa.

"Before We Return To Kingslanding, We'll Be Traveling To Dorne, My Cousin Quentyn Has A Wedding, and If The Snakes Offer You Anything, Don't Eat Or Drink It." Says Aegon. "The Snakes?" Asks Sansa. "My Cousins, Obara, Nymeria and Tyene. Bastard Daughters Of My Uncle Oberyn, Beautiful and Highly Lethal To Any Man or Woman The Target." Says Aegon. "You Say That Like You Have Experience." Says Sansa. "Let's Just Say, I've Indulged A Bit With Them." Says Aegon, Before Ser Arthur Dayne Came Before Him. "Your Grace, We Just Received Word From Kingslanding. Viserys Has Declared Himself King." Says Dayne. "That Bastard, Call The Banners, Call Everyone, We'll Ensure This Pretender Doesn't Survive His Betrayal." Says Aegon As He Leaves The Godswood.

Aegon Marched With Purpose, Walking Through The Winterfell Courtyard, The Entire Castle Was Preparing For War. The North Had Raised The War Horn For Battle, and The Stormlands, Riverlands, Westerlands, Vale, The Reach, Dorne, and Even The Iron Islands Had Headed The Call To Arms. The Entire North Was Ready To March South, and Topple Viserys The Pretender From His Alleged Kingship. He Was Handed His Three-Headed Dragon Helm By Ser Arthur, and Prepared To Ride South With Fire and Blood. Several Houses Had Already Declared For Viserys, But They Were Few In Number, and Fewer Still Had Any Real Power. Viserys Biggest Asset, Was His Command Over The Royal Fleet, and Aegon Knew Viserys Was Too Stupid To Use Effective Tactics.

Aegon Would March South To Lay Siege To Kingslanding, He Suspected Viserys Would More Than Likely Try and Enact His Father's Original Plot If It Appeared He'd Lose. But Aegon Still Had Loyalists Inside The City, and Very Few Were Fond Of Viserys, and Fewer Still Were His Family Members. Aegon Was Aware However, That His Stepmother Was Still Present At Court, and This Meant Viserys Had A Valuable Hostage. Aegon Didn't Know What Viserys Had Been Thinking, Declaring Himself King While Aegon, Jaehaerys and Rhaenys Still Lived, But He Was Willing To Give His Uncle One Chance To Surrender, Not That The Fool Would Take It.

Aegon Got On His Horse and Led The Way, With A Host Of At Least Fifty Thousand Northerners and Later On Several Tens Of Thousands Of Stormlanders, Westermen, Riverlanders, Vale Men, and Ironborn. The Dornish and Men Of The Reach Would March From The South and Delay Their Attack Until Aegon Arrived.

Aegon's Host Had Tripled Several Times Over, and They Were Now Nearing The Crownlands Capital, Of Kingslanding. Aegon Saw That The City Was Burning. "What Has He Done?" Says A Horrified Aegon. "He Has Enacted The Mad King's Dying Wish." Remarks Eddard Stark. "But This?? This Is Barbaric, Just.......Wrong." Says Aegon As He leads The Way To The Main Gate. Entering The Gate, Aegon Has To Protect His Nostrils From The Stench of Burnt Flesh and The Dead. "Send The Baratheon and Tyrell Forces To The Mud Gate, The Tully and Northern Forces Will Take The Harbor, and The Remainder Will Follow Us Forward. Aegon Orders. "Yes Your Grace." Says Ser Richard Lonmouth.

They Troops Enter The Cities Main Residence For The Royal Family. Dismounting His Horse, Aegon Draws His Sword, Prepared For Anything. They Open The Doors, Finding Scores Of Dead Men and Nobles, Butchered Not By Flame, But By Steel. "This Is Inexcusable. Find Viserys, I Don't Care What State He's In, But Bring Him To Me Alive." Says Aegon As His Men Search The Castle. They Find The Throne Room Door Half Destroyed and Viserys On The Iron Throne Looking Crazed. "Viserys Targaryen, For Your Crimes Against House Targaryen, Destruction Of The City Of Kingslanding, and Instigation Of A Civil War, You Are Banished From House Targaryen, and Sentenced To Trial By Fire." Says Aegon As Viserys Mutters Manically.

Looking Around, Aegon Finds Two Kingsguard Knights Dead, and, Dowager Queen Lyanna. Rushing To His Stepmother's Side Aegon Found Her Dead, He'd Missed Her By Moments, For She Wasn't Cold Nor Rigid. "Take Him!" Aegon Commands As Ser Arthur, Ser Richard, and Ser Greysteel **** Viserys Off The Throne and Drag Him Laughing and Screaming Away. Aegon Picks His Stepmother Up and Carries Her Out Of The Red Keep. Walking With The Dead Dowager Queen In His Arms Wasn't Very Difficult and He Found Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon Outside, Who's Faces Fell At The Sight Of The Dead Lyanna. "We Were Too Late, I'm Sorry My Lords. Take Her To Winterfell For Burial." Says Aegon As He Hands Her To Robert Baratheon. "Perhaps We Should Have Lost The War After All, If Our Own Family Kills Us." Aegon Laments Before Walking Away.

Aegon Looked Upon The Iron Throne With Disgust, As The Small Council Gathered Around Him. "I want That Thing Destroyed, Have A Throne Crafted From The Bone's Of Balerion The Black Dread In It's Place." Says Aegon. "Your Grace, The King's Of House Targaryen Have Sat On The Iron Throne For Three Hundred Years." Says Pycelle. "Fine, But I Want It Gone From My Sight, I Never Want To Lay Eyes On It Again, Not Whilst I Reign As King." Says Aegon. "As You Decree Your Grace." Says Varys. "Send No Ravens, I Will Ride For Castle Black Personally, Jaehaerys Must Be Informed." Says Aegon. "Right Away Your Grace." Says Stannis. "I'm Dismissing The Hand and Yourself From The Small Council Lord Stannis. Go, Be With Your Families, I'll Not Make More Widows and Widowers." Says Aegon As He Departs For His Room.

Aegon Found His Room, But Couldn't Bring Himself To Enter, He Chose To Instead Go To The Gardens, Hopefully They At Least Remained Untouched. Aegon Was Saddened To Find The Garden's Were Naught But Leafy Ash. So, He Just Decided Enough Was Enough and Went To The Great Sept Of Baelor, and Hoped To Find It Mostly Intact.