Yep

Aegon Woke Up To Find Only Tyene Abed With Him This Time, He Felt As Refreshed As He Did Tired, An Odd Combination But Hardly The Strangest Thing To Occurred To Him So Far. Tempted To Wake His Favorite Sand Snake Up The Fun Way, But All To Aware Of The Lecture Awaiting Him Even If He Didn't, Aegon Knew He Had Better Find His Mother Before She Had Time To Prepare A Speech For His Behaviour. Being What It Was. Reluctantly Getting Up and Out Of Bed, Aegon Only Has Time To Tie His Breeches and Put A Loose Fitting Shirt On Before The Doors Opened and His Mother Entered Face Like A Fiery Storm. "Oh No." Says Aegon. "I Just Had The Most Interesting Conversation With Arianne, She Said You Were Punishing Her, When I Asked Why She Could Only Cry." Says Elia. "Mother, In Case You Have Not Noticed, I'm Not Exactly Alone." Says Aegon, Hoping His Mother Doesn't Look Closely and Notice It's Tyene. "Seven Hell's Egg! Is This Why Arianne Is In Tears? Because You've Been Fucking Tyene!?!" Asks Elia. "Don't Forget Nym. Or Margaery. Or Rhaenys." Aegon Points Out. "You...Ahh!" She Shouts In Exasperation and Departs.

Aegon Feels A Pair Of Arms Wrapped Around His Neck, and A Pair Of Lips Behind His Ear. "Was That Auntie Elia?" Asks Tyene. "Yeah, She Knows About Us, About Nym, About Ari, and About Rhae." Says Aegon. "Speaking Of Nym, She Said Something Very Interesting Before We Saw Each Other Last Night." Says Tyene. "Such As?" Aegon Asks and Proceeds To Pin His Lover To The Bed and Plant Kisses Up Her Body. "She Said She'd Have Your Bastard Before Me." Says Tyene As She Tries To Undo His Breeches. "No, Don't Be Greedy Tye, Just Because Your My Favorite Sand Snake, Doesn't Mean I'll Always Indulge In Your Delightful Body." Says Aegon As Tyene Pouts Before Aegon Kisses Her Deeply. Tyene Moans Into His Kiss, Before Aegon Pulls Back and Comes Off. "I Have To Speak With Arianne, Also I Have To Have Words With Lord Connington, Lord Varys, and Lord Tyrion." Says Aegon. "Should I Speak To Arianne For You?" Asks Tyene. "Speak For Me, But I Will Eventually Come and Speak For Myself." Says Aegon. "Okay." Says Tye As She Kisses Aegon's Cheek.

Putting His Remaining Clothes and Crown On, Aegon Departs His Rooms. He Rounds The Corner and Aegon Knows Of The Three Doors Open To Him, He Could Choose One and Choose The Others For Later. Ultimately, Aegon Chose The More Pressing Matter, and Went To Speak To His Hand. He Found Lord Connington's Chambers, Knocked, Waited, and Then Entered. Once Inside He Found Connington With A Male Prostitute, One Aegon Had Seen Around Enough To Know By Name. "Lord Connington, Pay The Man, Send Him Out, and Get Dressed, We Need To Speak." Says Aegon, and Connington Hands The Man A Handful Of Gold Dragons From His Coin Purse, and The Man Departs. "Yes, Your Grace?" Asks Jon Connington. "I Want To Talk To You, About My Marriage To Lady Margaery." Says Aegon. "Specifically?" Asks Connington. "I Don't Really Want To Stop At Margaery, I Will Follow My Father In The Taking Of A Second. I Also Wanted To Bring Up The Matter Of The Vacant Small Council Seat." Says Aegon. "Ah, The Missing Master Of Ships, Who Did You Wish To Have Fill The Void In Our Council?" Asks Lord Jon. "Lord Randyll Tarly, Now I Would Appoint My Soon-To-Be Fat Flower Father-In-Law, Lord Tyrell, But Let's Not Kid Ourselves.... Until The Trident We Had No Victory Against Lord Robert, and Ashford Was More Lord Randyll's Doing Than The Lord Of Highgarden's." Says Aegon. "I'll Have The Grand Maester Write A Raven. But, I Fear You'll Need A New Hand As Well." Says Connington.

"Your Illness? It's Worse Isn't It?" Asks Aegon. "It's Only Particularly Difficult To Cope When There's A Particularly High Rise In The Heat Or A Bitter Chill In The Air, But Lately There's Been A Lot Of That, and I Fear I Shan't Last Much Longer. If I Am To Die, I Wish To Know You, House Targaryen, and The Kingdom Is In Good Hands When I Do Pass Into The Seven Heavens." Says Connington. "I Admit, I'd Intended To Ask You To Resign, Even Without Your Illness, Your Yet To Get Yourself An Heir, and I Don't Really Fancy Giving The Roost To That Cousin Of Yours." Says Aegon. "It Is True That Alynne and I Are Without An Heir, If I Am To Die I Would Die Knowing House Connington Is In Good Hands Too." Says Lord Jon. "Then I Suggest You Ride For Your Roost and Starting Bedding Your Wife As Quickly and As Often As Possible. But Uh, Leave The Pin, A Hand Missing Is No True Hand." Says Aegon, As Connington Picks The Pin Off His Tunic and Hands To Aegon After Giving It A Longing Look.

Aegon Had Called The Small Council To An Immediate Hearing and Session. "Where Is Lord Connington? As The Hand He Should Be Here?" Asks Pycelle, To Which Aegon Reaches Into His Pocket, and Tosses The Pin Onto The Table, To Which It Cames To A Clattering Halt At The Table, Specifically At The Front Of One Of The People Sitting At The Table..........