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Aegon Had Intended On Locating Desmera Redwyne, Nym, and Wylla Manderly, Only To Be Dragged To A Small Council Meeting By His Mother. "What Was So Important You Had To Drag Me Here?" Asks Aegon. "We've Received A Raven, From Jaehaerys. Asking For Help At The Wall. Mance Rayder Is Marching On The Wall With An Alleged Hundred Thousand Plus Wildlings." Says Lyanna. "Estimated Time Of Arrival?" Asks Aegon. "Didn't Say, Just That The King-Beyond-The-Wall Was Marching Fast." Says Varys. "Fuck.....Lord Stark Call Your Banners, I'm Giving You The Authority To Ride North With The Lords Of The Riverlands and Stormlands At You Backs. We'll Continue With Our **** On The Stepstones and Join You Afterwards." Says Aegon. "Your Not Coming?" Asks Robb Stark. "The Stormlands Have A Roughly Estimated Forty Five Thousand Men Under House Baratheon's Purview, The Riverlands A Good Thirty. With The Northern Armies That Collectively Outnumbers The Wildling Army Numbers We've Heard About." Says Varys. "I'm Not Finished Lord Varys. I'm Sending Ser Barristan and Ser's Mandon and Oswell, With You." Says Aegon. "My Lord, I Must Protest, As Lord-Commander Of The Kingsguard I Am Required To Serve At Your Side In The Coming War For The Stepstones." Says Ser Barristan.

"That's True, But You and Ser Arthur Are The Kingsguard's Best Fighters, and I Need At Least One Of You Fighting Alongside Prince Jaehaerys. Besides Which, Your Experience In Battle Makes You An Excellent Choice As A Vanguard Commander For Our Northern Offensive. Which Brings Me To Another Matter. Moat Callin." Says Aegon. "The Lynch Pin In The North's Defense?" Asks Eddard. "Aye, If The Wildlings Break Past The Wall and The Watch, They'll Have To Bypass Moat Callin If They Want To Go Further South. Giving Us A Major Problem. The North's Most Crucial Defensive Fortification As Southern Invasion Is Moat Callin, and It's In Ruin and Unmanned. We Need To Rectify That. Which Is Why I'm Giving It and The Lands Outside It To House Blackfyre. The Blackfyre's Will Receive It Should The Boy Survive Our Invasion Of The Stepstones, and Our Reinforcement Of The Northern Vanguard." Says Aegon. "And If He Doesn't?" Asks Elia. "If He Doesn't he Doesn't, and We Find Someone Else To Give It To." Says Aegon. "If He Does Survive, He'll Need A Northern Bride To Secure His Newly Reinstated Houses Legitimacy In The Eyes Of The North, Perhaps Sansa?" Suggests Rob. "Absolutely Not." Says Aegon, and All Eyes Turn To Him.

"That's My Decision Isn't It?" Asks Eddard Stark. "No It's Not, Sansa Stark Is Non-Negotiable For The Young Blackfyre, So Is Wylla Manderly, Alys Karstark, and Dacey Mormont. I Have Plans That Require Their Participation, and Besides Which, Wylla Manderly and Alys Karstark Are Two Of My Paramours." Says Aegon As Both Rickard Karstark and Wyman Manderly Are Shocked By The Revelation. "When Did This Happen?" Asks Karstark. "Before My Conference With Olenna Tyrell, Which Was Just Before This Conference." Says Aegon. "You Mean It's Already Been Consummated?" Asks Manderly. "Lady Alys Yes, Your Granddaughter Not So Much." Says Aegon. "How Do Your Queens Feel About It?" Asks Lyanna. "Ari Doesn't Really Care Much Which Doesn't Surprise Me, Margaery Seems Okay With It Though." Says Aegon. "Where Is Alys Now?" Asks Rickard. "I'm Not Going To Answer That, For Her Benefit More Than Mine." Says Aegon and Lord Karstark Storms Out The Room. "That Could've Been Handled Better." Says Tyrion. "Better They Find Out Now, Rather Than Later." Says Aegon. "Anyway, With The Stormlanders Going North, We'll Need A More Refined Strategy." Says Tyrion. "To Which I Leave To All Of You, I Need To See Someone About A Problem." Says Aegon As He Departs.

Aegon Was In His Bed, Tye, Alys, and Myria Had Already Since Left, and Their Places Had Been Filled By Desmera, Wylla Manderly, and The Princess-Consort Arianne. Aegon Had Broken In Desmera and Wylla Already, and Arianne Was Taking Her Well-Earned Fucking. They Had Been At For About An Hour, Maybe Two. Wylla Manderly, A Beautiful and Intelligent Young Woman, Aegon Believed That Over Time She Would Make A Good Small Council Seat Holder. Desmera Redwyne, Young and Beautiful, With An Innate and Natural Curiosity, She Could Become Aegon's Chief Spy Among The Noblewomen. Then There Was Arianne, His Busty Dornish Beauty, A Woman Who Could Charm Even The Most Celibate Of Men Into Her Bed.

Aegon At Long Last Spent Himself Inside Arianne. Arianne It Seemed Had Been Awaiting That, Because She Too Climaxed Right Afterwards. Aegon Was Fully Prepared To Bear The Consequences Of Having So Many Potential Bastards. Arianne Collapsed Onto Aegon's Chest Her Breasts Hidden From View By His Own Chest Pressed Against Them. "You Are Mine Ari, My Queen, My Princess, and My Beloved, Remember This Day, For It Is Our First Bedding Before Our Coming Marriage." Says Aegon As He Strokes Arianne's Hair As She Pants Heavily On His Chest, His Seed Deep In Her Womb and Her Own Womanly Juices Seeping Out Of Their Union.

Aegon Stood In Formal Clothes, His Wardrobe Had Been Burned At His Command, New Clothes Reflecting His Wishes Were Woven. The Clothes That Touched His Bare Skin Were A More Formal Form Of The Garments Worn By Trystane, His Bronzed Orange and Yellow Tones Were Overshadowed By The Dark Overcoat Worn By The Targaryen's Of Old, With Red Accents. Beside Him Stood Two Honored Men, Who Aegon Trusted More Than Any Other. On His Left, Stood Robb Stark, Wearing A Southern Form Of His Most Formal Northern Clothes. On His Right, Stood Jaehaerys, Wearing A Targaryen-Styled Underlay With Stark Overlay. The Grand Septon Stood Behind Him, As Aegon Watched His Twin Brides Join Him Atop The Altar. Margaery Was Lead By Her Father, While Arianne Was Lead By Oberyn.

Aegon Saw Alys Karstark, Desmera Redwyne, Tyene and Nymeria, Myria Jordayne, and Wylla Manderly Smiling Softly, Aegon Had Wed Each Of Them In A Secret Ceremony Known Only To The Grand Septon, His Mother, His Stepmother, His Uncles, Brother, His Sister, and His Queens. Outside That Circle, Very Few New Of The Match, Varys and Tyrion, Lord Eddard Stark, His Son Rob, and The Fathers Or Grandfathers Of The Girls As The Case May Be. The Secret Would Be Kept Under Pain Of ****. Aegon Had Made Great Pains To Keep Sansa At Hand, He Paid A Price, His Sworn Oath To Acknowledge Any Children He Had By Sansa Should They Consummate A Relationship. Regardless The Hand Of Aegon Was The Hand Atop Margaery's and Beneath Arianne's Own Hands. Vows Were Exchanged, Oaths Sworn, and Aegon Could Now Call Himself A King With Two Queen's..............