The Fat Flower

Aegon Didn't Particularly Enjoy His Father-In-Law Mace Tyrell's Company, and Found He Liked Him Even Less The More Time The Man Insisted On Being Present At Court, Aegon Took To Mocking His Father-In-Law In Private, As A Means To Vent His Frustrations With Mace's Relentless Ambition Without Common Sense. As If Sensing His Disapproval Towards Mace's Growing Delusions Of Becoming Hand, Margaery Tried To Marginalise Her Father's Presence, But The Bumbling Idiot Found Ways To Irk The King, During A Particularly Gruelling Training Session Between Jaehaerys and Aegon, Mace Wandered Into View and Sat Down, Gorging Himself On The Food That Had Been Prepared For The Brother's Once They Had Finished Training. By The Time They'd Finished It Was Effectively A Poor Man's Dinner Table Due To How Little There Was Left. Aegon Personally Felt That Enough Was Enough, He Summoned Mace Before Him, and Tried To Keep An Even Voice. "Lord Tyrell, You Have Overstayed Your Welcome, Because Your My Father-In-Law, We'll Spare You From Being Thrown Out On Your Ass, However, Your Ambition, Wanton Stupid, and Corpulence Has Become A Blight On The Court, and Thus We Must Bid You Farewell. Now Get Out." Says Aegon As He The Gold Cloaks Step Forward To Escort Mace Out Of The City.

Once He's Gone, Aegon Breathes Easier. "Now Then, What's Next On The Agenda?" Aegon Asks. "I'm Resigning." Says Brynden. "Oh Great, Let's Hope The Fat Flower Didn't Here It." Says Aegon Groaning. "I Don't Think I Can Do The Post Justice, and Besides, I Hate Politics." Says Brynden As He Hands In The Pin. "Fine, Jon, I Name You My Hand." Says Aegon. "No." Says Jon. "Excuse Me?" Aegon Demands. "I'm No More A Politician Than The Blackfish." Says Jon. "Fine, I Guess We'll Need To Have Someone Else Do The Dirty Work. Lord Tywin, I Want You To Compile Me A List Of Young Lords Capable Of Mind and Might To Serve As The Hand, For Now, I Intend To Spend Time With My Children." Says Aegon As He Walks Out, Leaving Out The Throbbing Headache He Was Feeling. Aegon Chose To Leave Out The Fact He Considered The Dragons His Children As Well, They Were Reborn As He and Dany Fucked Under The Flames, But Was Quite Pleased Jon Had Chosen One For Himself, Over Time The Dragons Would Lay Their Own Clutches Of Eggs and The Targaryen's Would Regain Their Most Powerful Deterrent Against Revolt, But This Was Assuming Another Dance Did Not Occur.

As Aegon Watched With Pride As A Recently Reacquired Dragon Egg Was Planted Beside Each Of His Daughters, and That Pride Changed To Surprise When He Found Himself Watching The Eggs Hatch One By One, The Eggs Stone Shells Crumbled, and The Eggs Themselves Burst Open To Reveal Dragons Of A Veritable Rainbow Of Colors The Dragons Were Reborn!!!!

As Aegon Watched His Daughters So Intently, He Nearly Failed To Here The Doors Open and Close. "Thinking Of Our Own Children?" Asks A Voice. Turning Aegon Finds Margaery, Her Growing Belly Showing:

"Yes and No." Says Aegon. "Yes Meaning?" Asks Margaery. "Yes In That I Am Praying To R'hllor For A Son, No In That A Daughter Would Serve Just As Good." Says Aegon. "I've Heard From My Grandmother, She's Grateful Your Not A Total Idiot." Says Margaery. "I'm Not Sure Whether To Be Insulted Or Complimented." Says Aegon As Margaery Gives A Light Laugh. "She Probably Meant It As The Latter." Says Margaery. "Tell Margaery, If Sansa Gave Me A Son First, and You Second, Would You Support The Law To Name The First Boy As Crown Prince, Or Would You Fight It?" Asks Aegon. "I Obviously Want My Blood Set Above The Rest, But The Choice Is Yours." Says Margaery. "Wrong Answer Margaery, The Right Words Sure, But That's Not What I Was Asking, Not Really." Says Aegon. "Then What Were You Really Asking Me?" Asks Margaery. "I Was Trying To Determine How Far You'd Go To Set Your Own Boy On The Throne Ahead Of His Elder Siblings." Says Aegon. "I'm Not So Easily Manipulated." Says Margaery. "No? You Funded Our Entire Renovation Of The City To Get Yourself The Crown, What Would You Call That? Polite Suggestion? Independent Thought?" Asks Pointedly. "Everyday You Surprise Me More and More, You Act The Fool On Occasion, Tend To Overthink Things To The Point Of Exhaustion, and Yet You Have Moments Of Pure Brilliance." Says Margaery. "I Am Nothing If Only Predictable By Lust." Says Aegon, Before Taking Margaery Into His Arms. "Whatever Happens, I Hope To Live To See My Children On The Throne, If Possible, You, Me, Sansa, and A Myrcella and All The Others Can Retire To Live Out Our Days On Dragonstone As Lords Of Dragonstone." Says Aegon. "That's Ambitious, If Unrealistic." Says Margaery. "What Can I Say? I'm A King Of Dreams." Says Aegon.

(Time-Skip: Three Months Twelve Days, Five Hours, and Thirty Seven Minutes Later)

Cries Echoed Throughout The Castle, Margaery, Taena, and Sansa Were On The Three Birthing Tables. Taena Had Given Him Twin Son's Both, But One Died During The Procedure. He Named The Stillborn Babe Maelor, While His Brother Was Named Daemon. When The Next Child To Be Born Was Brought Out, It Was Sansa Not Margaery. Sansa Gave Twins Too, But A Boy and Girl Both. The Boy Aegon Named Aemon and The Girl Naerys, In Honor Of Aemon The Dragonknight and His Sister Naerys, The Wife To Aegon The Unworthy. As Margaery Gave Birth, Aegon Found Twin Girls, Not A Boy As The Maesters Proclaimed. The Maesters Quickly Tended To The Girls, Not Wishing To Lose Another Royal Child. As Aegon Cradled One Girl In His Arms, He Named Her Elaena, While Margaery Named Elaena's Sister Daenys.

Aegon'd Planned To Legitimise His First Male Bastard, But He Now Had Him A Son and Spare In Addition To A Bastard, and To His Paranoia Had Named The Boy Daemon. Quickly Aegon Felt The Need To Rename The Boy Daereon. Last Thing He Wanted Was Another Daemon Blackfyre. Who Knows? Aegon Might One Day Legitimise The Renamed Daereon and Grant Him Lands and Titles, Or May Press Him Into The Kingsguard To Prevent New Dance Of Dragons Or Blackfyre Rebellions. Thoughts Best Left To The Future.

As The Seven Kingdoms Rejoiced At The Birth Of The Kings Sons, Aegon Officially Named His First Trueborn Son Aemon and To A Lesser Extent His Bastard Half-Brother Daereon. In The Last Few Months, Aegon Had Added To The Kingsguard, Inducting Ser Arys Oakheart, His Uncle Oberyn, and Loras Tyrell. With The **** Of Ser Barristan, Aegon No Longer Had A Lord Commander, and Had Briefly Decided On Ser Arthur, Before Deciding Ser Garth Was The Better Choice. Ser Arthur Was Trusted By Aegon, But He Did Not Wish To Burden Him With The Duties Of Lord-Commander In Addition To His More Active Duty As His King's Royal Shield and Left Hand. Aegon's Opponent Of Garth Was Not Political Despite What Some Might Have Thought, True He Was Son To Lord Hightower, One Of The Ten Richest Men Of Westeros, But His Skill and Personality Earned Him The Role.

Aegon Felt Ready To Turn His Attentions Elsewhere, He Could Travel The Realm, He Could Focus On Less-Demanding Pursuits, Or He Could Focus On Politics. The Northern Threat Had Been Dealt With, and The Wildling Prince Was Kept At Court As A Hostage Alongside Mance's Wife and Sister-In-Law, The Latter Of Whom Was Also Aegon's Sister-In-Law, Having Married Prince Jaehaerys. Princess Val Was Princess By Marriage and in The Eyes Of The Lord's Of Westeros Even Before That, Val Was Beautiful, Blunt, and Very Outspoken. Aegon Would've Ended Up Sleeping With Her At Some Point Or Another, Had She Not Wed Jaehaerys, But Aegon Had Just Enough Respect For His Brother Not To Encroach On His Brother's Territory. Personally Aegon Wouldn't Mind Sitting Back With His Feet Up and A Girls Mouth Around His Cock While The World Just Sorted It's Own Shit Out. A Voice Pulled Aegon From This Thoughts However. "Your Grace, I Have That List You Asked Me For." Says Lord Tywin. "Thank You Lord Tywin." Says Aegon Taking It, Before Getting A Sudden Thought. "My Lord, My Grandfather Made It His Personal Obligation To Do The Opposite Of The Advice You Gave Him Did He Not?" Aegon Asks. "He Did Your Grace." Says Tywin. "So Why Not Play Him At His Own Game? The Nitwit Wouldn't Even Have Known, Probably." Says Aegon As Tywin's Brows Furrow. "It Hadn't......Occurred To Me Your Grace." Says Tywin. "No Matter, Now Let's See Who You've Named,,,Renly Baratheon....Roose Bolton....Quentyn.....Yohn Royce.....and Beric Dondarrion." Says Aegon As He Lists Off Each Name.

"Trouble Picking Your Grace?" Asks Tywin After Aegon Doesn't Speak For Several Minutes. "No, Just Weighing The Benefits and Disadvantages Of Each Man. Send For Lord's Bolton, Dondarrion, and Renly, Have Them Come To Court To Serve As Aides To The Masters Of Ships, Coin, and Laws Respectively." Says Aegon. "And Who Specifically Will Become My Aide?" Asks Tywin. "Lord Bolton Will Be Your Man, With Lord Dondarrion Serving Your Son and Lord Renly Serving Under Lord Tarly. Now Then, I Do Believe I Have A Meeting To Attend." Says Aegon As He Walks Past Lord Tywin Towards The Royal Apartments and Proceeds To Enter His Sons Quarters, As He Gazes Upon Daereon and Aemon Aegon Prays With All His Heart That They Do Not Repeat The Mistakes Of The Past and Create More Conflict, He Feels Long Slender Hands Entwine With His and The Scent Asshai Is Palpable. "Melisandre...." Aegon Breathes His Voice Thick With Lust and Hunger. "My King, I Thought I'd Come By and Bless The Royal Princes, But Now Find Myself Wanting To Bless Your Royal Scepter." Says Melisandre As Her Hands Slide Down To Aegon's Breeches and Begin To Undo Them, Aegon's Breath Slows and His Heart Begins To Thump In His Chest Like A Frenzied Gregor Clegane. Before His Cock Is Freed, Aegon and Melisandre Hear The Doors Open and Close and Aegon Quickly Undoes His Redheaded Lover's Work In Time To Avoid Scandalising Sansa. "Oh, Your Grace, Lady Melisandre, I Didn't Know You Were Here, I Was Just Hoping To Visit Aemon." Says Sansa. "Come Here." Aegon Beckons His Queen Of The North To Him.

Sansa Tentatively Walks Closer and Aegon Takes Her Hand into His and Traces Her Finger Over Aemon's Cheek. "Feel The Softness Of His Skin, Feel The Tingle In Your Spine, and Feel The Future King's Skin As You Watch Him Grow Up." Says Aegon As He and Sansa Watch Their Son As Melisandre Quietly Slips Away. "I'm Grateful He's The Prince Of Dragonstone, But I Don't Think I Have It In Me To Try For Another Child." Says Sansa. "Don't Worry Sansa, I May Be Ravenous In Lust, But I've Enough Women To Sate My Lusts, You and Myrcella Are Exempt From Such A Base Impulse, You and Myrcella Are My Queen's Of Love and Beauty." Says Aegon As He Feels A Certain Sense Of Readiness.

After Aegon Had Left Sansa He Stood In His Room and Looked Out Across The City, He Felt Ready To Face Whatever It Was The Lord Of Light Had In Store For Him, His Family, and His Realm......