That He Is Azor Ahai, The Prince That Was Promised

Aegon Watched As Melisandre Donned Her Cloak. "Come Back To Bed, It's Too Early To Get Up." Says Aegon. "The Lord Of Light Sent Me To Determine Whether Or Not You Were The One, and I Have." Says Melisandre. "What? That Tripe About Being A Great Lover, You Yourself Can Attest To That." Says Aegon As He Comes Up Behind Melisandre and Kisses The Knape Of Her Neck. Melisandre Proceeds To Turn and Face Him. "You Azor Ahai, The Prince That Was Promised." Says Melisandre. "Correction, The Prince Or Princess That Was Promised. Prince Is Gender-Neutral In High Valyrian." Says Aegon, As Melisandre Walks Over To The Nearby Desk and Picks Up A Number Of Oils. "I'm Going To Bathe, Would You Care To Join Me?" Asks Melisandre. "Anytime." Says Aegon, As Melisandre Leads Him Away.

Aegon and Melisandre Were Enjoying Some Time In The Bathing Pools. Aegon Had Asked For Them Ten Years Ago, When He Was Still A Prince Of Dragonstone. The Pools Were Naturally Hot, and Were Modeled After The Water Gardens Frequented By House Martell and Aegon's Uncle Doran In General. Melisandre Took Extra Care and Paid Extra Attention In Her Efforts To Cleanse The King. "Tell Me, Why Do You Think I Am Azor Ahai? Hasn't His Life Since Passed On?" Asks Aegon As Melisandre Stops Scrubbing and Climbs Into Aegon's Lap, and Ignores The Instant Hardening Manhood At The Presence Of The Deliciously Pale Redhead In His Lap. "The Prophecy Said There Would Be A Second Coming, and You Fulfilled Half Of My Vision In The Fire Last Night." Says Melisandre. "I Have No Love For The Seven, But You Need To Prove To Me That The Lord Of Light's Only Power Is Not Sending You Into My Bed." Says Aegon As He Begins To Position Himself and Melisandre More Intimately.

"Come." Says Melisandre. "I'll Need A Few Rounds With You To Do That!" Says Aegon. "I'm Serious, Come With Me, I'll Show You The Truth In The Fire." Says Melisandre As She Slips From The King's Embrace and Leads Him Out and After Clothing Themselves Again, Find Themselves In The King's Chambers, and Kneeling Before The Dying Fire, Which Seems To Spring To Life When They Approach It. Aegon Did As She Bid, and Watched The Fire Dance Away. Just As He Was Ready To Dismiss It, He Saw An Image Flicker Amongst The Flames. "By The Gods, I See It. An Army, Marching On The Seven Kingdoms, An Army Of Dead Men and Walking Bones." Says Aegon. "Only You Can Stop It Your Grace, A Scion Of Old Valyria and A Descendant Of Dragons." Says Melisandre. "Lady Melisandre, I Name You To The Small Council, You Shall Serve Me As My Quiet Left Hand Advisor, and Come Night, You Shall Join Me In My Bed." Says Aegon. "You Are Azor Ahai, My Life Is Yours." Says Melisandre. "I'll Be That In Mind, But Didn't Azor Ahai Have Lightbringer?" Asks Aegon.

Melisandre Smiles and Aegon Grows Slightly Uncomfortable As A Result. "You Blade Is A King's Sword, It Is Forged From Dragon Steel and Dragon Flame, Cut Your Hand On It's Edge." Says Melisandre. "Are You Mad? It is Valyrian Steel! Steel Sharper Than The Harshest Edge, and More Lethal Than The Strangler and Tears Of Lys!" Says Aegon. "Please, Trust In My Words Your Grace." Says Melisandre. "So Be It." Says Aegon, and Melisandre Begins A Silent High Valyrian Chant. As Aegon Cuts His Palm, The Blade Alights In Flame As The Blade Spreads. "You Have Forged Lightbringer Anew." Says Melisandre. "I Will Put My Fate In Your Lord's Hands, But My Faith In You, I Would Have You Train Me To Become A Red Priest." Says Aegon.

Aegon Was Listening With Stern Fury, The Most Devout To Replace The High Septon As High Septon Was "Concerned" Over The Level Of Influence The Heretic Red Woman Had Over Aegon. Aegon Was Willing To Entertain Them Initially, But When The Climax Of The Speech Came To Involve Yara, Aegon Stabbed A Dagger Into The Table. "That's Enough, You've Had Your Fun Now Get Out." Says Aegon. "But-??" Begins The New High Septon. "Leave On Your Own, Or Be Thrown Out On Your Arse By The Kingsguard, It's Your Choice." Says Aegon. An Indignant High Septon Leaves. "Post A Watch On The Man." Aegon Tells Ser Arthur. "Gold Cloaks?" Asks Ser Arthur. "Hmm, Make Sure He Knows Their There, But Keep Them At A Distance." Says Aegon. "Right Away Your Grace." Says Ser Arthur.

Aegon Walked Over To The Small Council Chamber's Window and Looked Out Across It, He Saw The City Rebuilding, It's Homes Being Refitted To Survive A Long and Harsh Winter, The Harbor and Warehouses Were Being Reinforced and Extra Guarded To Prevent Another Raid and Sabotage Like With The Granaries, Aegon Watched As The Sun Settled In The Morning Sky, Then Looked At His Palm, Bandaged and Covered, Aegon Tore His Bandages Off and Looked At His Palm, The Cut Was Shallow Enough Not To Cause Major Damage, But It'd Leave A Scar. Aegon Had Created A New Lightbringer, and Even Now, Blackfyre Gave Off Heat and Light, It's Warmth Flooded Aegon's Body and Gave His Eternal Fire Strength and Life. Aegon Began To Believe, That R'hllor Was The True Power Of Good, But He Was Not Yet Ready To Depart From The Seven's Fold Just Yet..............................