Sansa

Aegon Announced His Intent To Take Sansa As His Queen Before Her, The Starks, and The Entire Court. Sansa Was In Teary Eyed Shock, The Redwyne's and Tyrell's Showed Disappointment, But Aegon Would Stop This. "In Keeping With Tradition, and The Precedent, Lady Sansa Will Not Be My Only Queen, But Like My Stepmother Was With My Father, Lady Sansa Shall Be My Queen Of Love, and, Of Beauty." Says Aegon, Fixing His Stepmother A Look When he Mentions Love and Her Niece The Same When He Mention's Beauty. "Your Grace, Might You Tell Us Who You've Chosen For The Second Crown?" Asks Mace Tyrell. "Lady Visenya, Of House Blackfyre." Says Aegon As Visenya Walks Proudly Up To Aegon's Side, and The Entire Room Erupts In Silent Shock, and A Few Reach For Their Swords. "Lord Mace Tyrell, Continue To Serve The Crown, and I May Set The Precedent For A Third Crowned Queen." Aegon Insinuates To The Lord Of Highgarden. "The Wedding Will Take Place A Fortnight From Now, Insight Of Gods Both Old and New." Aegon Commands, Once More Looking At Sansa When He Speaks Of The Old Gods, and Then Visenya When Speaking Of New Gods.

"Some Of You Are Undoubtedly Asking Why I'd Take A Blackfyre To Wife? Perhaps Lust? Perhaps Beauty? Perhaps Military Assistance? You Wouldn't Entirely Be Wrong, But You Wouldn't Be Right Either. Visenya's Father Is Magister Illyrio Of Pentos, A Man Who Can Supply The Food That The Reach Cannot When Winter Comes." Says Aegon. "But The Reach Can Supply This Easily!" Declares Lord Mace, Earning A Slap On His Head From His Mother. "You Idiot Boy! Your Supposed To Be Intelligent, But A Young King Barely Ruling For A Whole Year Has Made You Look Like The Court Fool!" His Mother Berates. "She's Quite Right Lord Mace. The Reach Alone Cannot Shoulder The Needs Of The Seven Kingdoms, But With The Support Of Magister Illyrio, We Need Not Overtax Or Overburden The Reach." Says Aegon. "I See." Says Tyrell, Earning Another Head Slap From His Mother. "No, You Don't!" His Mother Berates.

"With The **** Of My Uncle Viserys, We Also Have A Vacant Seat On The Small Council. Normally His Aide Would Have Succeeded Him, But Due To The Nature Of Viserys ****, and The Fact Lord Paxter Stood To Gain The Most Should Viserys Die, We Instead Offer The Position Of Master Of Ships To The Lord Of Runestone, Lord Yohn Royce." Says Aegon. "It'd Be My Honor Your Grace." Says Lord Yohn. "Furthermore, To Solidify Our Hold On The Seven Kingdoms, and In Light Of The Lack Of A Male Heir, Our Cousin, Prince Trystane Martell Will Wed Myrcella Baratheon." Says Aegon. "NO! SHE WON'T!!" Bellowed Robert Baratheon. "Your Courting Rebellion Lord Robert, Consider Your Next Words Carefully." Says Aegon. "Your Father Stole My Woman, and Now You Plan To Steal My Daughter? NO! NO, I DON'T THINK SO!!!" Declares Robert, Yanking Myrcella Away. "Let Him Go! You May Be A Bastard Lord Robert, But I'll Not Do Us Both Dishonor By Letting You Raise Banners In Rebellion. I Decree A Trial By Combat, Between A Champion Of House Baratheon and A Champion Of House Targaryen. Should The Champion Of House Baratheon Win, I Will Ensure Any Children of Myrcella's Succeed Her As Lord Baratheon, But Should My Champion Win, The Fate Of You, Your House, and Your Legacy Is Mine!" Says Aegon. "Agreed." Says Robert. "I'm House Baratheon's Champion!" Shouts Robert. A Devious Smile Plays On Aegon's Lips. "Then I Guess It's A Good Thing Our Champion Is.................Ser Gregor Clegane!!" Declares Aegon, As The Monstrous Ser Gregor Steps Forward and Stares Robert Baratheon Square In The Eye, Before Approaching The King and Kneeling, After Tywin Lannister Nods His Consent.