Small Interlude

Aegon Sat On The Iron Throne, With Blackfyre Draped Across His Lap, Kingsguard At The Foot Of His Throne, and Jon Connington At His Side. Lord Paxter Redwyne and His Children Were Allowed Entry, and The Redwyne Lord Of The Arbor and His Children Knelt In Fealty To Their King. "You Stand In The Presence Of King Aegon VI Targaryen, Sixth Of His Name, King Of The Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Lord Paramount Of Westeros, Warden Of Dorne, The Summer Dragon, The Lord Of House Targaryen, Dragon Of Dorne, and Master Of Vipers." Intones Lord Jon Connington. "Rise." Says Aegon, As The Redwyne Family Do As Instructed. "Lord Paxter Redwyne, You Have Been Summoned Here To Serve Under Prince Viserys On The Small Council." Says Connington. "Thank You Your Grace, I Will Endeavour To Serve Well." Says Paxter Humbly, Politically, But Humbly. "I'd Hoped My Uncle Would Be Here, But He's Become Ever More Distant and Troublesome. In His Absence, You Are Acting Master Of Ships, Your Authority, and His, Are Only Superseded By My Own." Says Aegon.

"Of Course Your Grace. But Allow Me The Pleasure Of Introducing My Youngest Child and Daughter Desmera. Freshly Flowered and Of Marrying Age." Says Paxter. "Aegon's Eyes Noticeably Narrow At The Mentioning Of "Freshly Flowered and Of Marrying Age". "And Your Lads? Who Are They Named?" Aegon Asks, Not Taking His Gaze From The Fire Kissed Desmera. "My Son's Horas and Hobber." Says Paxter, As The King Grants The Infamous Ser Horror and Ser Slobber A Barest Glance. "We Have A Masquerade and Wine Festival Starting In A Few Weeks, We'll Be Needing Massive Quantities Of Arbor Gold To Supply Our Guests. I Trust You, As Lord Of The Arbor Can Accommodate Our Needs Initially?" Asks Aegon. "Gladly and Ably Your Grace. Just Tell Me When and I'll Have It Here Before It Would Start In At Least Three Days Remaining." Says Paxter A Little Too Eagerly. "Lord Varys Will Supply The Initial Numbers and Dates, Lord Tyrion Will Handle Non-Arbor Related Acquisition and Storage." Says Aegon, Taking A Breath, Before Continuing.

"Your Boys Will Serve Lord Stannis As Pages, Your Daughter Will Become Handmaiden To Queen Mother Elia. Don't Disappoint Me Lord Redwyne." Says Aegon, Before Getting Up, Off The Throne, and Pushing Through The Kingsguard. Aegon Stops Before The Redwyne's, Taking Time To Examine Horror and Slobber, and Lastly Their Beautiful Sister, More Closely. "Hmm, We'll See If It's Meant To Be." Aegon Comments, While Examining Desmera. With What He Had To Say Said, Aegon Takes His Leave, Leaving The Throne Room, and Heading To His Chambers.