Till Dawn

Aegon and His Host Fought Till Morning and Finally Vanquished The Threat Posed By The Wildlings. Aegon Had More Than A Few Battle Scars and Injuries From The Battle. Of The Hundred Thousand That Fought, Sixty Of That Hundred Thousand Lay Dead Or Near Enough To Dead. Aegon Had The Wildlings Imprisoned and The "Wildling Princess" Set Up In The Lord-Commander's Tower Where Aegon Had Taken To Residing As Well. At This Moment He Poured Her A Fine Red and Offered Her A Well-Cooked Slice Of Boar. "My Brother Says He Told You About Me? What Was it?" Asks Aegon. "He Said You Were Only Frightened Of Your Mother and Lovers, That You Didn't Shy From Battle, But Didn't Obsessively Seek It Out." Says Val. "My Men, They Will See You As A Wildling Princess, and Some Would Presume To Ask Me For Your Hand. I'm Going To Offer You A Choice Lady Val, One You Should Consider Extremely Carefully. My Brother Broke Our Deal, and I'm Removing Him From The Watch, He'll Need A Wife, I Want You To Be That Wife." Says Aegon. "Why Should I Accept?" Asks Val. "I Can't Spare Your Sister's Husband, We May Be Able To Hide Away A Broken Oath Down South, But In The North, Oathbreaking Is Much A Graver Crime. He Swore A Vow, He Broke It In The Worst Possible Fashion, and Our Laws Demand He Die For It. But You, Your Sister, and Her Son Need Not Follow Him To The Grave." Says Aegon.

"What Would This Entail?" Asks Val. "Consummation Of The Marriage, Preferably Willing, Acceptance Of Our Laws and Some Of Our Customs, But I Need You To Keep Your Fellow Wildlings In Check. The Gift Is Yours To Settle, You'll Lead It, Farm It, Hunt In It, and You'll Give Ten Percent Of Your Produced Goods To The Night's Watch and Another Identical Percentage To The Crown's Wardens Of The North, House Stark. In Exchange For All That You Get To Plead Your Case To The Lord's Of Westeros, and We'll Determine Who Gets To Come South." Says Aegon. "You Would Let My People South?" Asks A Suspicious and Clearly Curious Val. "Kings Have Gathered Behind The Wall In The Past, But Never In Such A Number As A Hundred Thousand. My Brother Tells Me Stories, and Under The Circumstances I'm Inclined To Believe Him. Help Us Fight What's Coming When It Matters, and You'll Be Welcomed. Refuse and One By One You'll Be Thrown Off The Top Of The Wall." Says Aegon. "I'd Like Some Time To Think It Over." Says Val. "You'll See Me Tomorrow At Dusk My Lady, I Have A Few Matters To Deal With Before I See You Again So I Bid You Farewell." Says Aegon.

Once Aegon Left, He Knew He Had To Clean The Castle So To Speak, This Battle Put Things In Perspective, He'd Been Fucking So Many Women Into Pregnancy That He Needed To Rethink His Priorities. He'd Keep Bellegere, Bella, Tyene, Taena, Nymeria, Wylla, and Cersei As Paramours, But He'd Need To Tone Down The Bastards He's Giving Them and Others. Aenar Was His First Son, and As Such The Crown Prince Of Dragonstone, But Aenar Had Many Bastard Siblings, Aegon Regretted Not Getting This Wake Up Call Sooner, But Better Late Than Too Late. Aegon Walked To Maester Aemon's Tower. "Uncle Aemon?" Asks Aegon. "I Think You Mean Your Great-Great-Great-Great-Uncle Aemon." Says The The Possibly Oldest Living Targaryen Of All Time. "Still An Uncle, Doesn't Matter How Far Up You Are." Says Aegon. "Indeed, I've Always Hoped To Meet You, The Last Man To Rule As King Aegon, Was My Younger Brother, The One They Called Aegon "The Unlikely"." Says Aemon. "And I You, I Named My Bastard Son Aemon, Before He Became Aemon Otherys." Says Aegon. "Otherys? Wasn't That One Of Aegon The Unworthy's Mistresses?' Asks Aemon. "Her Great-Great-Grandfather." Says Aegon. "I'm Told You Were To Marry Another Descendant Of The Unworthy's Bastards, A Blackfyre?" Asks Aemon. "Yes." Says Aegon As He Remembers His Late Wife. "Oh, Forgive Me, I Meant Not To Dredge Up Bad Memories." Says Aemon. "No, It's Fine, I Just Miss My Visenya Every Day." Says Aegon.

"You Should Know, We Received Word From The Capital, It Seems You Have Another Child On The Way." Says Aemon Handing Him A Scroll. "Queen Mother Elia Is Pleased To Report That Lady Tyene Martell, Has Given Birth To A Son, Named Aegon Sand, Lady Bella Baratheon Has Also Given A Son As Well As A Daughter. The Boy Is Called Aeryn Baratheon and The Girl Is Called Rhaena Baratheon. Furthermore, Lady Cersei Lannister Has Revealed She Is With Child and Confided That His Grace King Aegon Is The Father." Says Aegon Reading The Letter Aloud. "That Golden-Haired Tart, Should Never Have Fucked Her So Much." Says Aegon In Annoyance, Despite Being Aware Of The Signs. "What Do You Plan To Do?" Asks Aemon. "I Plan To Un-Fuck This Mess That's What. The Child Will Be Recognised In Private, But Will Publicly Be A Bastard Until Tywin Lannister Is Laid To Rest and Buried. As Far As This Note Goes, There Is None." Says Aegon As He Burns The Note In The Fire.

Aegon Woke With A Sternly Beautiful Women In His Arms, Obara and Him Spent The Night Fucking. She Technically **** Him Since It Wasn't Completely Willing. All In All, It Wasn't A Terrible Way To Wake, Except For The Knife To His Throat. "I Don't Want To Marry The Tyrell Brat." Says Obara. Normally Aegon Would Be Shitting Himself, But This Was Non-Negotiable. "It's Not Up For Discussion, If You Won't Marry The Heir To Highgarden, Then Maybe Your Mother Would Be More Willing, and If You Mean To Cut My Throat, Press Much Harder, Like This." Says Aegon As He Forces Obara's Knife Closer To His Throat, Enough To Draw Blood. "You Don't Think I Will Cut You?" Asks Obara. "I Think That If You Did, Your Half-Sisters Would Gut You Like A Fish." Says Aegon. "That May Be True, But If I Give You A Bastard, The Tyrell's Will Want No Part Of Me." Says Obara. "Your Not As Smart As I Thought Dear Cousin, If You Were Carrying My Child, The Child Would Be Mine, But You'd Still Be Bound To Marry Willas Tyrell." Says Aegon. "You Can't Press It If Your Dead." Says Obara. "Nor Could You Stop It If I Was, It's Already Been Arranged, Accepted, and Spread Across Westeros, Obara Martell Will Marry The Heir To Highgarden Whether She Wants To Or Not." Says Aegon and Obara Pulls Her Knife From His Neck and Offers Him A Cloth To Clean The Blood."Your Wildling Whore Wanted To Speak With You." Says Obara As She Stops Straddling Him......