Morning After

Aegon Had Awoken To Find Margaery Gone, But Myrcella Still In His Arms, Aegon Had Cradled The Beautiful Young Blonde In His Arms, Stroking Her Cheek and Kissing Her Neck, and Naturally Myrcella Stirred. Pleasantries Were Exchanged, and Aegon Confessed He Truly Did Love Her. Aegon, Would Disentangle Himself From Myrcella At That Point, Choosing To Take The Opportunity To Make The Rounds. Aegon Hoped To Find Margaery and Ask Her Something, But He Had A More Pressing Issue, His Next Wedding, In The North. Sansa Would Be Wed Before The Old Gods, While Melisandre and Aeron Greyjoy Stood Witness As The Eyes and Ears Of The Lord Of Light and Drowned God, While The High Septon Would Perform The Ceremony. Only The Northern Lords, The River Lords, Vale Lords, and The Storm Lords Would Be Privy To The Wedding. Aegon Himself Would Travel Lightly Guarded, So As Not To Cause Much Of A Fuss.

Aegon At The Most Would Travel With Two Kingsguard and A Dozen Armed Guards. But This Would Not Happen For At Least A Week, Long Enough For The Royal Guard and Gold Cloaks To Restore Order and Civility. But Aegon Quickly Found Himself Spending More Time With The Aftermath Of The Wedding Feast and The Chaos Of Finding All The Guests Who Wandered Of Drunk. Aegon Would Need To Make It Up To Each Of His Brides and Paramour's, But There Was One Thing He'd Not Be Denied.

Aegon Sat Slumped In His Chair In The Royal Gardens, Enjoying Tyene's Humming and Desmera Stroking His Shoulders, Even As Arianne Straddled Him, Giving Him Affectionate Kisses, While Stitching His Injuries From Training With Ser Arthur Dayne. This Had Been Pretty Regular, Arianne Stitched Him Up, While Tyene Hummed Away A New Song, While Desmera Used Her Tender Caress To Ease His Strained Muscles. He'd Been Training Himself To Get Better Used To His Valyrian Steel Blade, Gifted To Him By Mace Tyrell. Summer Steel As Aegon Called It, Had Been Restyled To Incorporate The King's Personal Colors, Red and Black and Gold and Orange. The Blade Itself Had Taken On A Gilded Tint, At Aegon's Request. The Blade Had Been Inlaid With Metals Befitting The Colors Of House Martell With The Metals That Were Inlaid Done So In Resemblance To The Martell Sigil On one Side, While On The Other Laid In The Visage Of The Targaryen Dragon.

Aegon Valued His Dornish Heritage, and Even Had He Been Born Not A Targaryen, He'd Still Have Some Of The Targaryen's Blood Inside Him, Because Daenerys I Targaryen Married Mors Martell, While Her Husbands Sister Married Her Brother, King Daereon II Targaryen. But Still, Aegon Was Busy With Arianne's Constant Teasing and Enticement. "Ari, Stop That, I Have To Finish My Work." Says Aegon As Ari Halts Her Teasing, Before Sharply Finishing Her Needle Work and Getting Off In A Pout. "Ignore Her Dear, She's Just Jealous." Says Desmera, As She Kisses Her Lover On The Cheek. "Of You? Or Of Myrcella, Margaery and Sansa?" Asks Aegon. "I Can't Lie To You My Sweet Aegon, We're All Slightly Jealous, Arianne Is Just Better At Hiding Hers." Says Desmera As She Enters The King's Hand Into Her Dress. "Having Fun Are We?" Asks A Sweet Voice. Looking Aegon Finds Margaery. "You Could Put It That Way." Says Aegon As He Withdraw's His Hand From Desmera's Dress. "Myrcella's Looking For You." Says Margaery. "Why?" Asks Aegon. "She Didn't Say, Just That She Needed To Speak To You." Says Margaery.

Aegon Had Myrcella Brought To His Chambers, Where They Could Chat In Private. Myrcella Entered Wearing Flowers In Her Hair, and A Gorgeous Summer Yellow Dress. She Approached Aegon, Before Kissing His Lips Lightly. "I've Been Thinking On What You Said Early This Morning, About How You Said You Love Me. I Haven't Been Able To Stop Thinking About It, and When I Do, I Get This Feeling In My Chest. I....I......" Says Myrcella Stuttering, Before Aegon Takes Her Into His Arms and Kisses Her. The Kiss Deepens, and Clothing Is Taken Off................................................