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Chapter 6 by Ragnockae136 Ragnockae136

Do they go all the way?

Not Worth It........Yet

Aegon Was Sort Of Disappointed, Sort Of Relieved When His Stepmother Pulled Away, Got Up and Left In Embarrassment. But Aegon Got Thinking, Why Not Host a Masquerade and Wine Festival, With A Private Ball Inside The Red Keep? The Ball Could Be Used To Gather All The Pretty Ladies Inside One Place, and He'd Have His Pick Of The Lot. They'd Need A Larger Stock Of Wine, Likely A Minimum Ten Times Lord Tyrion's Personal Stock, and They'd Need A Good Thousand Plus Guardsmen to Keep Things Relatively Peaceful. But All In All, It Was A Cunning Way To Gather Potential Brides In One Place, and See How They Did In A Place Out Of Their Comfort Zones. So, He Went To See Varys, Stannis, and Tyrion.


Aegon Sat In The Small Council Chamber Listing The More Important Guests To Be Invited, Stannis Tallied The Available Guards They Had, The Guards Required, and The Right Amount To Request That Guests Bring With Them, and Tyrion Half-Drunkenly Calculated The Necessary Strain On The Royal Coffers To Support Such an Extravagant Event. It Finally Got To The Practicals Of It When Aegon Was Nearing The End Of His Desire To Stay Awake. "I Think I Had Better Stop Here, Lest I Fall Asleep From Sheer Exhaustion Of Listening, Look Just Send A Raven To The Arbor, Asking Lord Paxter Redwyne To Come To Court, To Serve As Assistant To Prince Viserys. We'll Use That As An Excuse To Ask Him To Support The Event By Supplying Most Of The Wine." Says Aegon. "There's Also The Matter Of Prince Viserys, He's Growing Increasingly Erratic." Says Stannis. "I Know, He's Family But................He Can't Be Trusted. Varys, Have Him ****, Poisoned, I Don't Really Care What's Used, So Long As It's Painless, Quick, and Mostly Untraceable. Higher A Band Of Cutthroats If Possible, Ambush Viserys When He Leaves The Brothel. You Supply The Poison." Says Aegon. "Your Grace, Prince Viserys May Indeed Be Losing His Grip On His Sanity, But He Is Your Uncle, Are You Sure You Want This To Happen?" Asks Varys Carefully. "He's Unstable, He's Brutal, and Has No Reason For Me To Marry My Sister Besides Getting Legitimacy To Marry My Aunt Dany. I Want Him Dead Before The Ball, His Body Disposed, and Never Seen Again." Says Aegon In A Hard Voice. "As You Wish Your Grace." Says Varys, Despite The King's Conflict Being Clear To The Three Small Council Members.

"This Will Leave The Small Council Without A Master Of Ships Your Grace, Any Personal Choices?" Asks Stannis. "Lord Paxter Redwyne, As Viserys Assistant, He'll Be The Obvious Choice, and We Can Make Use Of Any Speculation That He Arranged My Uncle's Disappearance To Succeed Him, Against Him If Necessary. But Let's Wait Until Viserys Is Known To Be Missing." Says Aegon. "As You Wish Your Grace." Says Stannis. "Now, As To The Most Important Guests, I Want Encouraged Requests Sent To Winterfell For Sansa and Arya Stark, A Request To Highgarden For Margaery Tyrell, One To Storm's End For Myrcella Baratheon, and One To Sunspear For Rhaenys and Arianne, and Tyene and Nymeria As Well." Says Aegon. "And The Principle Banners?" Asks Varys. "Them As Well." Says Aegon. "The Wine, What Specifically Should We Order?" Asks Tyrion. "Lord Varys, Speak With Magister Illyrio, Inform Him Of Our Plans To Host A Masquerade and Wine Festival, With A Private Ball. Insinuate To Him, Supporting This Ball With Large Shipments Of Wine Would Improve His Daughter's Chances Of Becoming Queen. Say The Same To Lord Paxter Before He Arrives. But Make Sure They Don't Suspect I Commanded You To Inform Them." Says Aegon. "Yes Your Grace." Says Varys. "Alright, Before I Go, Focus Primarily On Arbor Gold and Dornish Reds, Buy In Bulk, From Trusted Suppliers, and Do So Quickly and Quietly. That Is All." Says Aegon, Before Departing To Get Some Sleep.


Having Refreshed Himself With A Few Additional Hours Of Sleep, Aegon Watched As Preparations Were Being Made For The Masquerade and Wine Festival. Banners Were Being Hung, Shops Were Being Set Up, The Tourney Grounds Were Being Prepared, and Whorehouses Will Overflowing With Men Eager To Empty Their Balls At The Minimum Price Before The Ball Raised The Prices. All In All, Things were Going According To Plan, All Aegon Had To Do, Was Wait.................................

The Ball Or Interlude???????

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