Not Without Orders

Aegon Had Waited Until Lady Wylla Had Woken Before He Disentangled Himself From Her Embrace. "My Lady, Never **** A Man's Cock Inside Your Ass Like That Again! Never! Tell Me You Understand!?" Says Aegon Somewhat Sternly. "I Promise." Wylla Squeaks, Afraid She Would Never Be Permitted To Sleep With His Grace Should She Say No. Immediately Upon Hearing Her Response, Aegon's Face Softens and He Releases Her Face From His Soft, Yet Tight Grip. "Now Kindly Let Me Get Cleaned Up." Says Aegon. "Yes, Your Grace." Says Wylla As She Withdraw's Herself From His Cock. Getting Up, Aegon Goes To The Nearby Privy and Cleans The Filth From His Cock In Addition To The Womanly Juices From Dacey and Alys. After Ten Minutes Aegon Has Freshened Up and Clothed Enough To Be Considered Descent and Regal and Finds His Way To The Hall For A Meal.

Aegon Waits For A Winterfell Servant To Come To Him. "A Few Slices Of Bacon, Crispy, With A Poached Egg and A Nice Lamb and Vegetable Stew Please." He Tells The Servant. "Wine Sire?" Asks The Servant. "Dornish Red, The Spicier The Better." Says Aegon. Once The Servant Has Left, Aegon Withdraws A Worn Leather Journal From His Shirt and Finds An Inkwell and Quill Before He Begins To Draw. He Had Drawn Riverrun and Harrenhall Prior To This, and Hoped To Start Drawing The Feasting Hall Of Winterfell. He Felt A Shadow Looming Over Him and Judging By It's Size, The Scent Of The Person, and The Shyness Of The Person, Aegon Could Only Assume It Was Lady Sansa.

"May I Help You Lady Sansa?" Asks Aegon. "I Was Wondering....Hoping If I Could Break My Fast With You?" She Asks Timidly. Setting His Quill Down, Aegon Blows On The Ink and Puts His Journal Down Before Motioning For Sansa To Sit Beside Him. Timidly Sitting At His Right, Aegon Turns To Her. "I Apologise For Not Dancing With You Last Night, Your Cousin Lady Alys Led Me Away With Ladies Dacey Mormont and Wylla Manderly, It Seem's My Beloved Cousins Tyene and Nymeria Put Them Up To It." Says Aegon. "Oh, It's No Trouble Your Grace, Don't Worry." Says Sansa. "Oh But I Do, At Midnight, Come To My Chambers, I'll See To It We Won't Be Disturbed Or Interrupted. That Is When We'll Dance." Says Aegon As He Places His Hand Against Sansa's Cheek. "For A Stark, Your Surprisingly Warm To The Touch. I'm Guessing You Must Be The Stark's Version Of My Sister, Your Kissed By Fire and As Beautiful As You Are Warm." Says Aegon As Sansa Blushes Very Deeply. Aegon's Meal Arrives and Aegon Digs In, He Offers Sansa A Sip Of His Wine and She Coughs It Up, Much To His Amusement. "It's An Acquired Taste I'm Afraid." Says Aegon.

Aegon and Sansa Had Broken Their Fast Together, Before Aegon Had Elected To Go On A Hunt With Lord Stark and Lord Robert. For His Part, Aegon Remained Respectful Of Robert's Pride, and Tried His Best To Avoid Antagonising Him. They Were Hunting Whatever Was Available. When They Came Across Stag Prints Aegon Drew Lord Robert and Lord Eddard Aside. "That's A Stag Print, Lord Robert, It's Yours To Hunt." Says Aegon. "Is This Some Kind Of Slight Boy?" Asks Robert. "Quite The Opposite Robert, The Stag Is Your Houses Sigil, His Grace Clearly Wants To Avoid Antagonising You Since House Targaryen's Are Considered Dragons, Like Their Sigil, and So His Grace Killing This Stag Would Be Perceived As Killing You." Says Eddard. "Give The Man A Purse Of Gold Dragons, That's Basically The Whole Story." Says Aegon. "I've Never Liked You Or Your Family Boy, Don't Think This Will Change That." Says Robert. "Let's Be Realistic Lord Robert, This Hunt I'm Giving You Is Strictly A Symbolic One, But I May Have A Way To Improve Your Prospects Of Keeping Us Dragon's At Bay." Says Aegon.

"Meaning?" Asks Robert. "Well First Of All, I Know You Have Several Bastards, The Eldest Of Which Is Actually Myrcella's Elder Half-Sister. You Conceived Her During The Time Of Your Fostering At The Eyrie By Lord Arryn. There's Rumors Of A Girl Claiming To Be Your Bastard Due To Her Mother Being Your Favorite Whore Of The Riverlands During The Battle Of The Bells. Then There's A Couple Boy's I Know Of." Says Aegon. "Your Wanting To Legitimise My Bastards?" Asks Robert. "The Way I See It, The More Legitimate Children You Gain, The Less Harm I Can Do To You Or House Baratheon." Says Aegon. "I Can See That, But Why Do You Care So Much?" Asks Robert. "I Realise We're Never Likely To Be Friends, But At The Very Least An Improvement On Relations Between Our Houses Benefits Everyone, Not Just Us." Says Aegon. "If You Do This, You Have To Promise Me That You Won't Try To Take Myrcella As Your Second Queen." Says Robert. "I Would Very Much Like Her To Be, But If That's The Price I Have To Pay, So Be It. Now Let's Get Back To Our Hunt." Says Aegon.

Aegon, Robert, and Eddard Had Killed A Great White Stag A Rare Site So Far North But South Of The Wall, But Rarer Still Was The Stag As A Prized Hunting Trophy In The More Southern Regions Of Westeros. Nevertheless, Aegon Chose To Avoid Boasting, Leaving That To His Lord Paramount Of The Stormlands and Warden Of The North. While They Were Feasting and Boasting, Aegon Was Enjoying The Quiet Of His Room, Drawing In His Journal. He Heard A Short and Curt Knock, and Ser Arthur Opened It Slightly. "Your Grace, Lady Sansa Has Arrived, She Claim's You Told Her To Come Here." Says Ser Arthur. "Send Her In Ser Arthur, and Do Not Let Anyone Disturb Us, Especially My Sister, Wife, Cousins, Aunt, Or God's Forbid My Stepmother." Says Aegon, Ser Arthur Nods, and Lady Sansa Is Let Inside.

When Aegon Look's Upon Her, He Takes A Moment To Study Her In An Appraising Way, Not A Lustful One As His Co-Aegon, Aegon The Unworthy Would Have. She Wears A Flowing Dress Of Stark Grey Cotton and Her Hair Has Been Braided and Hung Loose, Her Eyes Sparkle As His Meet Them, and Aegon Offers Her His Hand. Sansa Gingerly Takes It and Aegon Gently Pulls Her Towards Him, Aegon Clutches The Small Of Her Back With Both Hands, and Proceeds To Gently Sway With Her, Getting A Rhythm Going Before Doing Anything Else. Slowly, Aegon Keeps A Steady Pace, Nothing Outrageous Or Exhausting, But At A Pace Meant To Build Both Tempo and Trust. Aegon Begins To Pick Up Speed, Keeping It Nice and Steady Before Each Uplift Of Speed Stays There For A Few Movements Before Rising Up Again. Aegon Shifts To Twirl and Spin Sansa, Before Deftly Picking Her Up With Ease and Elegant Skill, Raising Her Up, Keeping His Eye's On Her Face. When He Brings Her Down, He Plants A Soft Kiss On Her Lips, and Thanks Her For The Dance. Clearly She Wanted More, But Aegon Was In No Mood To Rush Things Along Without Absolute Or Preemptive Need.

Aegon Had Bid Sansa Goodnight and Had Fallen Asleep, To Which He Had Woken From Just Moments Ago. Aegon's First Priority For Staying In The North Was Maximising The Winter Stores Before It Hit. Though The Poorest Region By Far, The North Made Up For It In Population and A Different Variety Of Food Sources. Meats Were Prevalent Here and Aegon Hoped For More Aurochs and Grazing Ground To Be Cultivated Before It Would Be Rendered Moot A Full Herd Of Aurochs Could Be Put To Good Use During Winter, Their Skins and Hides Could Become An Excellant Source Of Warmth and Wintry Protection, Their Meat Could Be Used For Food, But Aurochs Themselves Were Good For Much Anything When Survival Was Paramount, Assuming You Could Feed Them Sufficiently. Aegon Hoped To Continue His Father's Efforts To Bring In Food For The Especially Harsh Winter That Was Expected After A Ten Year Summer, A Summer That Gave Aegon His Monikers Of The Summer Dragon and Summer King, And Previously, The Summer Prince.

Aegon Waited For Lord Stark and Lady Cersei, As Well As Lady Catelyn. The Four Of Them Sat In A Room With Lord Robert and Queen Margaery. "I Don't Mean To Parrot You Lord Stark, But Winter Is Coming. It'll Be Harshest Here, Which Is Partly Why I Chose To Stay Here For Several Months. The North Suffers Hardest Come Winter, But The Stormlands, Riverlands, and Of Course Dorne Aren't Far Behind In Suffering. I Want Every Noble House To Begin Stockpiling It's Winter Stores The Second The Ravens Perch In Their Holds, I Want The Old Animals Butchered For Their Skins and Furs, As Well As Their Meats. I Want Every Livestock Culled By Half, With A Ratio Of Three Females Spared For Every Male Butchered. I've Prearranged For The Arbor To Begin Shipping Large Quantities Of Wine Here, Which Will Be Stored In The North For Use As Much As It Is For Storage. The Wine Will Be As Much Use As Milk Or Water Would, But Unlike The Former It Won't Go Off So Soon." Says Aegon. "And What Of The West Or The Stormlands?" Asks Cersei, As Aegon Turns To Face Lord Robert. "We'll Do Alright, After He Weds Myrcella." Says The Beastly Robert. "Lord Robert, I Gave You My Word I Wouldn't, As You Requested, What's More Even If Give The Letters Of Legitimacy, Your House Will Retain The Ebbed Stain Of Bastardy As A Result." Says Aegon. "I'm Not A Good Man, But I See The Way My Daughter Looks At You, and How You Return Them, If Your Willing To Give My Illegitimate Offspring The Chance To Succeed Over Stannis Or Renly, Then Perhaps I Was Wrong About Your House." Says Robert. "About Me Perhaps, But The Final Verdict Has Yet To Be Revealed For My House." Says Aegon.

"If Myrcella Becomes A Queen, Won't That Pit Any Of Her Children Against Queen Margaery's Own Offspring In A Succession Crisis?" Asks Lord Eddard. "No, Because I Plan To Keep A Firm Grip On My Seed, I've Six Paramours, and Unless I Lose One, Or One Dies, I Don't Plan On Any More. But This Presents A Problem As Well." Says Aegon. "What Kind Of Problem?" Asks Cersei. "I Had Planned To Search For Suitable Husbands For My Sister and Aunt. Lord Edmure, The Young Wolf, The Little Falcon, and The Kingslayer Were All Considered, But With The Offer Of Myrcella, We Lose The Need Of Ser Jamie. I'd Like To Give My Sister To Your Eldest Boy Lord Stark. But I Should Warn You, The Woman Has More Rumored Affairs and Lovers Than Lord and Lady Baratheon Combined, and That Say's A Lot." Says Aegon. "It Speaks Well Of Your That Your Honest, We'll Speak With Robb, and Get Back To You." Says Eddard. "As For Dany, Lady Catelyn, Please Speak With Your Brother, Sister, Father, and Uncle About The Younger Lord Tully Being A Potential Husband For Daenerys." Says Aegon. "I'll Send The Ravens." Says Lady Catelyn. "Now Then, One Final Point Before We Turn Our Discussion Back To The Matter Of Winter and The Winter Stores. ....How Can I Say This Without Offending You Lady Catelyn? Your Sister Is.....Mad. Since His ****, Lady Lysa Has Lost Whatever Sanity She Had Left After The Execution Of Your Father's Former Ward. She Has For All Intents and Purposes Stripped The Boy Arryn Of Any Balls Or Remaining Manhood. Mothers Him In Such A Fashion It Makes The Misrule Of Aegon The Fourth Look Like A Blessing." Says Aegon.

"I Shouldn't Be Surprised, In His Drunkenness Petyr Had Unknowingly Impregnated Lysa, and Father Had Given Her Moon Tea To Rid Her Of The Baby." Says Catelyn. "Which Brings Me To The Main Issue....The Eyrie Is Impregnable, and An Extended Siege Benefits Only Lysa. I've Asked Varys To Seed His Little Birds Throughout The Vale, and Spread Whispers Of A Growing Instability, Which While Slightly Unfair Is Better Than Ignoring It. The Point Is With These Whispers Spreading, We Can Have The Cause We'd Need To Take Stewardship Of The Eyrie, and Foster Lord Arryn Somewhere He Won't Be Constantly Emasculated By His Own Mother." Says Aegon. "You Believe She Would Refuse The Request?" Asks Eddard. "I Do, and Her Suspiciously Unstable Behaviour Only Confirms This Belief. I Want The Young Arryn Fostered At Casterly Rock, Can That Be Arranged?" Asks Aegon. "I'll Send Word To Father." Says Cersei. "Good, Now As Far As The Stormlands Go, We Need To Focus On Bringing In Larger Supplies Of Grain and Wheat, Anything That Can Survive A Harsh and Long Winter and Still Be Used. I Want A Constant Stream Of Food Until The First Snowfall. The Stormlands Will Focus On Acting As A Halfway Point Between Our Northern Food Storage Seats Of Moat Callin, Winterfell, and White Harbor. As For The Riverlands, I Want Fishermen Bringing Enough Fish To Survive On As A Basic Meal, With More Food In The Form Of Wheat, Barley, and Vegetables Such As Cabbages, Onions, Potatoes, Tomatoes, and Anything Else We'd Normally Bring In." Says Aegon. "What Of Dorne?" Asks Catelyn. "Because Of The Climate, Our Farmers Bring In Much Different Foods and Drinks, Like Blood Oranges and Other Fruits, They Don't Last As Long As Most Vegetables, But We'll Bring In What We Can, But The Lord's Of The Shoreline Seats and Lands Will Bring In More Food." Says Aegon.

"What Of Prince Jaehaerys? What Role Will He Play?" Asks Cersei, Suddenly Aware Of The Lack Of Discussion Around The Younger Targaryen Male. "My Brother Is Currently On A Matter Of Great Import To The Crown, and Will Be Away For Some Time. For Now, That's All I'm Permitted To Say." Says Aegon. "As Far As House Lannister and House Baratheon Is Concerned, The Coming Prince Will Lead Us Into The Next Age." Says Margaery Sharply Asserting Her Dominance Over Cersei and Robert's Ambitions and Drunken Aspirations Respectively. "Your Assuming You'll Give A Son Before My Daughter." Says Cersei. "Enough, Only The Gods, Be They The Seven Or The Old Gods, Or Any Other, Only They Shall Know The Truth Of The Matter." Says Aegon.