Prince Quentyn Martell

Aegon Chose His Cousin, Prince Quentyn Martell As His Hand. Intelligent, Witty, Jovial, and Known For His Ability To Make Friends In The Most Unlikely Places, Quentyn Might Lack His Elder Sister's Fire and Passions, But He Made Up For It In The Same Way Tyrion Made Up For His Lack Of Size. Quentyn Was Intelligent Like Tyrion, But Popular Like Renly Baratheon, Yet Shrewd Like Margaery Tyrell, Meaning He Was A Good Fit For The Position. Plus, Quentyn Was A Good Friend Of Aegon's, and A Close Confidant. Jon Connington Was A Poor Substitute For Quentyn's Friendship, Because The Griffin Was The Best Friend Of Aegon's Father, Aegon Had The Childhood Friendship With Quentyn, Something He Lacked With The Griffin Of House Connington.

Aegon Smiled As His Cousin and His Wife Knelt In Fealty, Before Letting A Slight Chuckle Out As He Stood Up From The Iron Throne, and Walked Over To His Cousin. Signalling For Quentyn To Rise, He Eyed Quentyn Up Before Speaking. "Your Fatter Than Aegon The Unworthy.'' Aegon Notes, But Quentyn Simply Nods At The King. Aegon and Quentyn Laugh and Embrace Like Lost Friends, Aegon Kisses Both Quentyn's Cheeks Before Looking Him Over More Seriously. "Good To See You Cousin." Aegon Tells Quentyn. "And You Aegon." Says Quentyn. "How's Arianne? And Tye and Nym?" Asks Aegon. "Jealous, They Wanted To Come With Me, But Father Put His Foot Down, and Despite Trying To Sneak Off Anyway It's Just Me You Have To Deal With." Says Quentyn As He and Aegon Laugh Once Again.

It Was Only Now, That Aegon Noticed Princess Gwyneth Yronwood, Quentyn's Wife. "Lady Yronwood, You Look Positively Divine." Says Aegon. "Thank You, Your Grace Is Too Kind." Came Gwyneth's Reply. "Come Quentyn, Mother Would Have My Head On A Pike If You Failed To Say Hello." Says Aegon, As He Leads His Cousin To The Queen Mother. Aegon and Quentyn Chatted The Entire Way, Discussing The Latest Wines Of Dornish Red As Opposed To The Pale Imitation Of Arbor Red, Comparing Dorne To Kingslanding, Or Even The Similarities Between Arianne and Aegon's Mother. Both Men Were Happy To See Each Other, Especially Given The Time Quentyn Would Be Spending At The Red Keep As Aegon's Hand.

Aegon Had Introduced Visenya and Sansa To Quentyn and Gwyneth, and Was Now Having A Goblet Of Dornish Red With Just The Slightest Hint Of Arbor Gold With Quentyn. "She's Quite The Beauty Quentyn, She'll Give You Some Good Strong Children." Aegon Notes, As He and Quentyn Watch Sansa, Gwyneth, and Visenya Chatting In The Gardens Below Them. "I Know, As Will The Stark Girl For You." Says Quentyn. "Perhaps, Frankly I Just Need A Child Or Two By Visenya To End The Feud Properly, Then I Could Get Rid Of Her and Marry Another, Maybe Arianne Or Margaery Tyrell?" Aegon Suggests. "Possibly, But I Take It You Heard About The Increased Raiding?" Quentyn Asks Aegon. "Hmm, Ironborn Right? Or Are We Dealing With Lysene Or Myrish Pirates Again?" Asks Aegon. "All Three Unfortunately, We Have Two Different Lysene and Myrish Pirate Fleets Trying To Outdo Each Other and Then The Ironborn Are Starting More Frequent Raids, The Way They're Going At It, Looks Like Their Preparing For War." Says Quentyn.

"Which Greyjoy Is Supporting The Raiding? Crows Eye Again?" Asks Aegon As He Stands and Watches Sansa More Closely. "Looks Like It, The Tactics and Savagery Matches His Style, and We've Heard Whispers Of A Division Between Crow's Eye and Balon. What Do We Do?" Asks Quentyn. "Raise Our Iron Islands Taxation By Fifteen Percent Minimum, But Have Varys Sneak Agents In and Burn A Portion Of The Fleet At Anchor, and Burn Down Their Granaries, Spoil Their Fish Stores, Poison Their Water Wells and Meats, and Collapse Their Mine Entrances. I Want Them Rattled and Unnerved, If They Want War, We're Going To Make Them Work For It." Says Aegon. "You've Got It." Says Quentyn As He Drains His Goblet and Walks Off To Do As Aegon Said. "Quentyn? For Some Wells, Pour Tears Of Lys Or The Strangler In Them, Others Pour Tye's Specialty Or Nightshade. But As For The Meat's? I Want Basilisk's Blood In Them, Basilisk's Blood and Sweet Sleep." Aegon Tells His Cousin.

Aegon Was Sitting in The King's Chair In The Small Council Chamber, Listening To The Reports From The Iron Islands, Supposedly, Someone Blew Up Half The Iron Fleet Using Wildfire, and There Was A Number Of Fire's In Their Granaries, Their Water Had Been Poisoned, Their Fish Spoiled, and Their Men Driven Insane. Balon Knew Aegon Was Responsible and Practically Begged That Aegon Lowered The Recently Raised Taxes, Even Offered His Daughter To The Young King If He Ceased His Cunning **** On The Ironborn, and Gave Him Aid. Aegon Agreed To Stop His Attacks, But Balon Needed To Give Up His Two Remaining Son's, Maron and Theon To House Stark and House Baratheon Respectively. Maron Was Noted For Being Wild and Occasionally Cruel, Theon Was ****, and Known For His More Human Traits. Aegon Would Ship Maron To Storm's End, and Theon To Winterfell. He Was Eager To Know What Stannis Could Do With Such A Disobedient Youth Like Maron Greyjoy, and Knew That Robb Stark Would Treat Theon Rather Well.

"Your Grace, Shall We Send The Grain To Pyke?" Asks Stark. "Yes, But Keep It To The Ironborn's Barest Necessities, I Want Them Reliant On Us Until We Can Completely Curb Their Vile Nature. Lord Tywin, Have The Royal Fleet Guard The Shipments, and Ensure No **** Raiders Do Their Best To Take It. Also, Provide Them Enough Wine With Essence Of Nightshade In At Least Half The Wine To Knock Them Out For A Whole Night. Just Don't Tell Them About The Nightshade. I Want Them Drunken, Disorderly, and Drowsy." Says Aegon. "What Of This Daughter He's Sending? Is She Young and Pretty, Or Does She Look As Much Like Walder Frey As Her Father?" Asks Tyrion Jokingly, Earning A Chuckle From The Entire Small Council and Aegon, Well All The Small Council Except His Stoic Father. "Lady Yara Is Said To Be Of Unusual Beauty, But Beautiful Nonetheless." Says Varys. "You Mean Princess?" Asks Aegon Offhandedly. "Your Grace?" Asks A Confused Varys. "My Father Allowed Balon To Retain His Ancestral Title Of King Of Salt and Rock, Thus Making Yara Greyjoy A Princess Of Salt and Rock." Say's Aegon As He Was Administered Milk Of The Poppy For His Growing Migraine By The Grand Maester. "Have Quarters Prepared and A Guard Ready To Protect and Serve, Post Your Agents To Her and Her Brothers When They Arrive." Aegon Continue's, Before Draining His Goblet and Leaving.

Aegon Was Entertaining Two Particular Dornish Bastards and Their Martell Cousin, When Quentyn Arrived, and Was Surprised To Find His Elder Sister, and Two Bastard Cousins Engaged In A Four Person Orgy With Their Kingly Cousin. Aegon Was Tied To The Bed Posts, While Arianne Rode His Throbbing Member, Which Had One Of Tyene's Ring's Separated The Two Cousins Joining. Tye and Nym Were Grind Their Pussies Against Each Other, Awaiting Their "Turn". All This Temporarily Stopped As Quentyn Entered.