Myrcella Baratheon

Aegon Watched As The Councilors Nodded Thoughtfully. "With Myrcella Baratheon Becoming Queen It Removes Her From The Line Of Succession, Lord Stannis Should Appreciate The Act." Says Varys. "While We're On The Subject Varys, What Have You Found Out Regarding Robert's Bastards?" Aegon Asks. "I'm Still Searching, But I've Found Two More, Girls, One Is In The Stoney Sept Brothel and Goes By The Name Of Bella." Says Varys. "And The Other?" Asks Elia Martell. "Is Roberts Actual Firstborn, A Girl Known Far and Wide As Robert's Daughter, Except Robert Himself, Before His **** Made It Moot That Is." Says Varys. "Send A Raven To Lord Eddard Stark, Ask Him To Return To The Stoney Sept, Retrieve Bella, and Bring Her To Kingslanding. Also Ask Him To Do The Same With Mya Stone. Lord Renly, Send Word To Your Remaining Brother, Ask Him To Come To Court, But Neglect To Inform Him Why, Other Than It Is My Wish." Says Aegon and Both Varys and Renly Nod Before Departing. "Lord Wyman, I Have Need Of Your Granddaughter Later, Please Ask Her To Come To My Chambers An Hour Before Midnight." Says Aegon and Before His Hand Can Muster A Question Or Reply, Aegon Has Already Left.

Aegon Was In His Chambers, Awaiting Lady Wylla, He Needed To Ask Her Something. Sure Enough, A Soft Knock and An Enter Came and Went, and In Come Lady Wylla. It Was Hardly Lost On Aegon What She Was Wearing, A Revealing and Flowing Dress, Undoubtedly and Encouragement By Lord Wyman, Or Perhaps Not. "You Wished To See Me Your Grace?" Asks The Beautiful and Intelligent Wylla Manderly. Her Thin Voice Soothing, Her Garish Green Hair Defiant and Beautiful, Aegon Closed His Eyes and Took A Deep Breath, Savoring What He Felt Now As Opposed To What He Might Much Later. "I've Been Watching you Since You Arrived My Lady, and I'll Admit, You've Caught My Attention As Much As My Eye." Says Aegon, Pausing As He Notes The Way Wylla's Body Shifts and Her Breathing Steadies. "You Have A Kindness, A Passion, But One Stepped In Bravery and Fearlessness, I Wish I Could Make You My Queen, But I Can't, That Honor Has To Go To Myrcella Baratheon." Says Aegon, A Sadness Clear In His Tone.

"Then What Do You Wish Of Me?" Asks Wylla. "I Would Be Honored, Deeply Honored, If You To Become My First True Northern Paramour. In Exchange For Your Company, You Will Receive Influence, Rooms, and Status Here At Court and Beyond. But This Has To Be Your Decision, I Can't **** You Into It, It Must Be Yours To Choose and Yours To Want." Says Aegon. "How Many Others Do You Have?" Asks Wylla. "The Princess Of Dorne, Bellegere Otherys, My Recently Legitimised Cousins Tyene and Nymeria, and Hopefully You." Says Aegon. "I Accept." Says Wylla, and Aegon Narrows His Eyes At Her, Taking Note At The Lack Of Hesitation, But Saying Nothing. "Then You Have My Thanks My Lady, You Should Speak With Tyene and Nymeria Before We Share The Night's Darkness, They Will Undoubtedly Have Many Stories To Tell." Says Aegon As He Motions For Her To Go. "Goodnight Your Grace." Says Wylla. "Goodnight My Lady." Says Aegon.

Aegon Sat On The Throne, As Stannis, Janna Tyrell, Cersei Lannister, and Myrcella Baratheon Entered. At The King's Side Sat Queen Margaery, Who Was Nursing Both Her Children At The Breast. On The King's Left Stood Lord Eddard Stark. "We Brought You Here Today Because Of Two Important Things. Firstly, House Baratheon Needs To Flourish Again, Which Is Why I Have Had Lord Varys Seek Out Robert Baratheon's Bastards, In The Hopes Of Legitimising Them. Lord Stannis, In The Event We Find A Bastard Boy Sired By Your Brother, You Will Remain Lord Of Storm's End. The Boy Or Boys Will Form A Cadet Branch That Will Stake It's Claim At Summerhall. As For Robert's Daughters, Lady Myrcella Included, We've Found Two." Says Aegon As He Nods To Lord Stark. "Stannis, Do You Remember When The Late Lord Connington Searched Stoney Sept For Your Brother? Robert Had A Daughter With One Of The Whores, But His First Daughter Was Mya Stone, A Woman In The Service Of House Arryn. Lord Jon Arryn Kept Her Secret From Robert, Because He Was Only Just A Man At Her Conception, and Not Yet Ready For Fatherhood." Says Eddard. "We've Decided That The Crown Shall Decide The Fates Of Mya Stone and Bella, But The Rest Is Up To You Uncle, Your To Do With Them As You Please, Except Where **** and Imprisonment Are Concerned." Says Margaery.

"You've Yet To Explain Why My Daughter and I Are Needed Here!" Says Cersei Pointedly. "Your Here Because With The **** Of..............Queen Visenya............" Says Aegon, Trying To Stay Calm and Starting To Fail. Margaery Seeing The Despair Starting To Grip Her Husband, Takes Over. "The Truth Is We Need Another Queen, Another Alliance. Your Daughter Lady Cersei, Had Been Chosen To Fulfill This Role." Says Margaery. "Myrcella, You Don't Need To Do This If You Don't Want To." Stannis Says To His Niece In A Rare Example Of Familial Love. "If It Helps House Baratheon, Then I Accept." Says Myrcella After A Brief Hesitation. "Then There Is But One Final Phase To Complete, Lord Wyman?" Aegon Asks His Hand Who Nods To The Kingsguard Who Lead In To Young Women, Who Are Of Far Greater Resemblance Than The New Queen As Well As Two Young Men Of Equally Greater Physical Resemblance.

When Lord Stark Came To Bring Her To Court, Bella Figured The King Wanted Her To Become His Royal Prostitute, Not To Legitimise Her, and Take Her As His Newest Lover. She Had Met Her Half-Sister and Half Brothers, Mya Stone, Gendry, and Edric Storm. She Had Never Had The King's Pleasure, Until This Very Moment, When The Doors Opened and The Hand Motioned Them In. They Came To A Stop When Edric Motioned For Them Too. "Bella, Mya Stone, Gendry, and Edric Storm, As Your King, I Legitimise You Each and All. With Your Father's **** and Uncle's Ascension, House Baratheon Must Flourish Again. Bella, You Are Now Lady Bella Baratheon. Mya, You Are Mya Stone No Longer, But Lady Mya Baratheon." Says Aegon. Bella and Her Sister Both Bowed, But Shared A Sultry and Knowing Smirk With The King. "As For You Two, Due To Being Descended Through The Female Line, I Declare House Durrandon Anew, Edric Storm, You Are Now Edric Durrandon, Gendry Is No More, But now He Is Gendry Durrandon. Together, You Two Shall Jointly Rule From A Rebuilt Summerhall." Says Aegon. "We've Already Found Two Prospective Matches For You...." Says Eddard. "Lord Edric, You Shall Marry My Cousin, Lady Elinor." Says Margaery. "And You Lord Gendry Shall Be Wed To My Youngest Daughter Arya." Says Lord Stark.