The Mummer's Dragon

Despite the best sex he ever had, Aegon suffered the worst night in his life. He could barely sleep a wink as he kept rolling and turning on the bed right next to his sleeping mother whom he had fucked into a stupor. NO!!!! She's your STEPmother! There's a difference between the two. The other would be too much even for a Targaryen, he corrected himself. As he sobered up and the effects of the **** faded, reality finally set in and he felt like the worst man to have ever lived.

Despite Queen Lyanna's willingness, he had betrayed the memory of the greatest man he knew, his own father. King Rhaegar had fought a war for his Wolf Queen and thousands of men had been slain at the Trident in his quest to keep her by his side. And now, his eldest son and heir had betrayed him in a moment of weakness, too consumed by lust and too drunk to think rationally. Well, technically she fucked me! Aegon thought with a smile as he remembered how Lyanna forcefully pinned him down as she rode his cock like a sex-crazed vixen. But now that morning had come and his lustful haze had dissipated, he didn't know how to face the consequences of their actions.

Were they lovers now? They had crossed a line last night, one that was impossible to go back. Surely she woudn't, couldn't pretend that they didn't fuck each others brains and then go back to being his loving and platonic stepmother.

The first golden rays of the sun was beginning to filter in through the blinds of windows and Aegon decided to get up and head to the training yard in order to beat the guilt out of his system. But as soon as he opened his bedroom door, he came face to face with another reminder of his betrayal as he saw his father's greatest friend, the Sword of the Morning.

"Busy night?" Ser Arthur Dayne asked sarcastically and even in the dimly lit hallway Aegon could see the disapproval in the knight's purple eyes as it quickly glanced in the direction of the sleeping Dowager Queen.

"I'm not in the mood for your judgement, Ser Arthur." Aegon said as he brusquely pushed past the knight.

"You're my king now, it is not my place to judge you." Ser Arthur replied as he followed the young king into the hallway and past the clueless Ser Richard Lonmouth who was still standing guard outside of Lyanna's bedroom.

"Really? No judgement?" Aegon asked skeptically. Ser Arthur was more of an uncle to him than Viserys ever was and he grew up worshiping the legendary knight. "Would you truly follow me unquestioningly even if I'll do something stupid and wrong?"

"I served the Mad King and stood by him even as he **** your grandmother and burn many of my friends... An oath is an oath... And luckily for us all, you are not your grandfather and sleeping with your widowed stepmother is nether a crime nor something you should feel guilty about." Ser Arthur said with a tinge of sadness in his voice as he and the young king entered the courtyard of the Red Keep. Aegon didn't know how to react to the knight's words. Whether he should be grateful or terrified to the amount of power that he wield over such a formidable individual.

"Draw your weapon." Ser Arthur said and Aegon expected him to unsheath Dawn but he carefully placed it on a rack along with several unassuming swords before choosing two sparring swords for himself. "You need to get used to the feel of valyrian steel in your hands."

"What? You want me to use Blackfyre?" Aegon asked in disbelief. "It's valyrian steel! It would shatter those two swords. I could hurt you!"

"Only if you'll be able to touch me. And you won't." Ser Arthur said with a smirk that succeeded into goading Aegon into drawing Blackfyre from its sheath. "Besides, I can think of no better **** for a Kingsguard."

Like always, Aegon was beaten black and blue by the Sword of the Morning. His ass was sore from the many times he was knocked down by the superior warrior and he could still taste blood from when the knight punched him in the face However, he felt a lot better about his combat ability as not many men can claim to hold their own against Ser Arthur Dayne for as long as he did. Despite his extensive training in the wee hours of the morning, he found himself limping to another dull Small Council meeting without even breaking his fast. As he presided over his councillors, he heard his hungry stomach grumble and was eager to get out of the meeting as soon as possible. His eyes then shifted to Lord Jon Connington who was clearly too sick to be working yet that never stopped him from fulfilling his duties. He was sweating profusely, his face was pale and he was coughing so much that he had to stop his speaking several times.

"Are you alright, my lord?" Aegon asked with genuine concern. "I can preside over the council. You should have the Grandmaester take a look at..."

"I'll survive." Lord Connington said with a brief smile as he brushed Aegon's concerns aside. "Besides, we have more pressing issues to deal with, Your Grace. There is troubling news from the Vale, two days ago the small town of Wickenden has been raided and razed to the ground by an army of Mountain Clansmen. It is reported that the savages took all of House Waxley's gold, weapons and women before they torched the town with the men still inside."

"WHAT?!" Aegon asked disbelievingly, forgetting about his mother for the first time since he slept with her. "This is more than just troubling news, this is a declaration of war!"

"No need to trouble yourself, Your Grace. The Knights of the Vale has already been mobilised." Lord Connington replied calmly despite the dire situation. "Ser Symon Templeton is marching on the clansmen's position from the south with a thousand men and Lord Redfort is marching with two thousand men from the north while Lord Royce himself is bringing four thousand men from the east. Soon the savages will be surrounded and killed and the slain of Wickenden will be avenged."

"If this happened two days ago, then how am I hearing about it now?" Aegon questioned, subconsciously gripping the pommel of his sword tightly.

"Apparently the clansmen infiltrated the town in the dead of night and attacked the rookery first. Wickenden is rather isolated from its closest neighbours and without the ravens, Lord Waxley had no means of requesting aid. It was only until yesterday that a merchant ship from Maidenpool saw the burning town but by then the savages had long fled back into the mountains." Lord Connington stated in a calming voice and Aegon wondered how the Hand could be so stoic when thousands of people whom Aegon was sworn to protect was just massacred by savages right under his nose.

"This attack was well-planned and well-executed, unlike the usual raids that the Mountain Clans carry out." Ser Stannis Baratheon spoke up, his voice low but tinged with anger. "Do we know their numbers or their leaders? The Knights of the Vale could be walking into a trap!"

Aegon slumped back into his chair and rubbed his temples in frustration as the members of the Small Council began to argue and bicker amongst themselves about the best course of action. It has been several hundreds of years since the clansmen have threatened the Vale with anything more serious than raids. And yet within months of his coronation, they have butchered an entire town and exterminated the proud and noble House Waxley. Maybe if he had named a well-respected and battle-hardened warrior like Bronze Yohn Royce to the office of Warden of the East instead of the sickly Robert Arryn, then perhaps such a calamity might have been averted. But he couldn't look back on the past now, with him stuck in King's Landing and Robert Arryn hiding behind his mother's skirts in the Eyrie, all that he can do is hope that the Knights of the Vale could bring justice to the ghosts of Wickenden.

"At least tell me that you have good news for me, Lord Tyrion." Aegon asked the Imp who was the only person who remained silent, probably because he was still half-asleep and half-drunk from the night before. Lord Tyrion seemed to wake up at the king's words and begun to fumble with the numerous papers in front of him.

"Well, Your Grace, the good news is that the royal coffers is full to bursting. As of the last count yesterday, the treasury currently holds 14,000,605 Golden Dragons, barely enough to earn a full night with my sister, hahaha!!!" Tyrion's teary-eyed laughter was cut short by the disapproving glare of the Hand of the King and his own brother-in-law, Lord Stannis Baratheon. "Huh... I errr... I meant no disrespect of course. Its a compliment on her value and beauty..."

"I'm sure you did. Now, what about the bad news?" Aegon demanded, trying his best to put on a serious face and not laugh at the Imp's jest.

"Bad news? Oh yes! The bad news is that the economy is fucked!" Lord Tyrion stated casually as he took a drink from his wine cup much to the horror of everyone else.

"Fucked? What do you mean fucked?!" Aegon asked in disbelief. The economy he had inherited from his father was the most prosperous since the reign of King Jaehaerys the Wise. Towns such as Fairmarket and Maidenpool in the Riverlands as well as Tumbleton and Ryamsport in the Reach were nearly as rich and as populous as the city of White Harbor.

"I mean that most of our revenue comes from trade with the Free Cities. However, trade through the Stepstones has been stifled by a Lysene pirate who style himself as the King of the Narrow Sea. Lys, Myr and Tyrosh are on the brink of war with one another. Volantis is in the midst of a **** revolt and its leaders cower in fear behind the Black Walls as the city tear itself apart. While Norvos and Qohor is under threat from the Dothraki, whom have united under a single khal for the first time since the Century of Blood." Lord Tyrion stated defeatedly.

"We could increase our trade with the Summer Isles, Qarth and the cities of Slaver's Bay. Have the ships avoid the Stepstones and instead dock at Lannisport and Oldtown." Lord Connington offered but Tyrion dismissed the proposal immediately.

"That would only enrich the coffers of House Hightower and House Lannister, not the royal treasury. I can convince old Lord Leyton to part with the gold but my father is not known for his generosity." Lord Tyrion said as he gave the king a knowing look. The last thing either Aegon or his Master of Coin wanted was for Lord Tywin Lannister to use such an opportunity to gain leverage over the king.

"We could send the Royal Fleet to the Stepstones to quell the ambition of the pirates and put them back in their place!" Lord Stannis Baratheon said sternly. Naturally, the prospect of glory excited the young king but he knew better. Apart from its strategic location and paltry iron and tin mines, the Stepstones would offer very little value to the Seven Kingdoms and the lords of Westeros will never risk their men for such an undertaking.

"I agree, the pirates needs to be put in their place but summer is nearly at an end and the Stepstones is rife with autumn storms." Lord Connington stated. "We do not need to an army or navy to break the pirates. Salladhor Saan has only bastards and remains unmarried. All we need is a man who can get close enough to poison. His **** will trigger a succession war between his captains that will splinter his kingdom into a thousand pieces."

"Poison is a woman's weapon. I assure you, Your Grace, serve the pirates fire and steel and they will shiver in fear the next time our ships pass the Stepstones." Lord Stannis insisted and the entire council drew their gaze upon the king to await his judgement.

"Grandmaester Pycelle, send a raven to Sunspear. Dealing with pirates from the Stepstones falls under the jurisdiction of the Prince of Dorne, I'll refer to my uncle's wisdom and if it comes to war then so be it. But I will not plunge the realm into an evitable war." Aegon said in a commanding voice. "In the meantime, increase our trade with the unaffected Free Cities. Braavos and Lorath may have meager foodstuffs that we can buy but its better than nothing."

"Lord Varys, what more have you learned of this Magister Mopatis and his children?" The Hand of the King asked the bald eunuch realising that Aegon had not mentioned the Seven Kingdoms' closest trading ally; Pentos. It was also no secret that there was a conflict of interest between the Master of Whisperers and the Magister of Pentos due to the fact that they were childhood friends. It was Varys himself who approached King Rhaegar about forming a trade alliance between the Iron Throne and the Free City of Pentos. And it was in Pentos that Rhaegar died.

Aegon did not enjoy such coincidences.

"I fear that my little birds have not found anything new, my Lord Hand." The Spider said in a soft voice and sensing the disbelief of the king Varys continued on talking. "I can confirm Illyrio's story is indeed the truth. Upon the **** of Captain-General Daemon III Blackfyre by the hands of Maelys the Monstrous, his impoverished wife fled to Lys with her two young children and became the paramour of a wealthy yet elderly magister. When the magister died, his son had the woman killed and the two children enslaved. The boy was sold to a Myrish priest who offered him as a sacrifice to the red god, R'hllor. The girl was sold to a pillow house in Lys and as fate would have it, her very first client was none other than Illyrio himself, who bought her from her masters and set her free."

"There is also word from Casterly Rock and Highgarden, Your Grace." Lord Varys continued. "Convinced that you will take Lady Visenya as your queen, Lord Tywin Lannister and Lord Mace Tyrell intends to formally arrange a marriage between their own heirs and Princess Daenerys and Princess Rhaenys respectively."

"Does Tywin Lannister truly believe that my aunt would want to marry the man who killed her father? And there is no way that Rhaenys would EVER consent to marry Willas Tyrell!" Aegon stated angrily, his temper flaring with just the thought of his sister in the arms of Willas Tyrell and his beloved aunt being shipped off to Casterly Rock to become a hostage to Tywin Lannister.

"Hmm... Some wounds never heal, do they?" Lord Tyrion said cheekily despite being half asleep and still half-drunk from the night before. While most of the councillors didn't understand his snarky comment, it wasn't lost on Aegon. His feud with the Tyrells began three years ago at the Tourney of Sunspear when the then undefeated Aegon was drawn up against the young Willas Tyrell who was participating in his very first tourney and as expected Aegon easily knocked the inexperienced lad off his horse.

However, during his fall Willas' foot got caught in his stirrup and he pulled his horse atop of him. Aegon fearing that he had crippled the Heir to Highgarden had offered every help the young man required in the hopes that there wouldn't be any enmity between House Targaryen and its most faithful bannerman. However, later that same day when Aegon personally went to apologise to the young Knight of Thorns, he found his sister in Willas' tent offering her apologies on behalf of House Targaryen, in her own way...

While Aegon eventually forgave his sister, he would never in a thousand years allow Willas Tyrell the satisfaction of finishing what Rhaenys had started that day and the thought alone brought bile in Aegon's mouth.

"I will not **** my sister and aunt into a marriage without their consent!" Aegon stated fiercely and the entire Small Council fell silent. Having spent most of his adolescence in Dorne and raised in its liberal climate, Aegon saw first hand how the rest of the Seven Kingdoms treated its women, as a source of wealth or a commodity to buy an ally for a few years. Just the thought of Rhaenys with another man made his blood boil in rage and he knew that Jaehaerys would never forgive him if he **** Daenerys into a loveless marriage. "I will hear no more of this until my sister and aunt returned to the capital. Is that understood?"

"No one can ever **** you to do anything, Your Grace." Lord Connington said and Aegon nearly scoffed at his Hand as he knew that he was about to find a way to **** Aegon into considering such a proposal. "I respect your father's wish for you to marry for love but love is a luxury that king's can ill afford. All that I am asking is for you to talk to the Mopatis girl. I do not trust her or her father... But the old adage remains true. Keep your friends close and your enemies cl..."

"Closer." Aegon finished the Hand's sentence. "As you wish... But I promise you that I have no intention of marrying her. If it weren't for the generosity of Mopatis, she and her brother would be on a ship to Pentos."

"One afternoon, Your Grace. That's all I'm asking of you. Who knows? Maybe she'll surprise you." The Hand of the King replied. "And in the meanwhile, I'll investigate her entire family and see if their intentions are as noble as they claim."

Later that evening, Aegon walked arm in arm with Visenya Mopatis as he led her to her lavish quarters in the Maidenvault, a luxurious palace within the Red Keep. They had spent the entire afternoon with each other visiting orphanages of Fleabottom and strolling the castle gardens as they exchanged stories about their childhood. Aegon was surprised by how he had much in common with Visenya Mopatis, both of them being an avid reader and aspiring falconer. He had also begun to regret having his prejudices on Visenya. Under Aegon's insistence she confessed to having no interest in him nor does she want a crown. Just like many countless girls, she was being **** by her father to marry a stranger in order to further his financial interests. Yet, Aegon couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something from him.

"Thank you once again, Your Grace. Most kings wouldn't be as understanding as you." Visenya Mopatis said once they reached the great oak door guarding the entrance to her bedchamber. She was remarkably beautiful and knew how to flaunt her beauty. Despite the cool summer winds coming from the Blackwater, Visenya wore a thin white dress which left her midriff bare to the cold and Aegon's gaze.

"I do not judge a child for the crimes of their father. Or in your case your great-great-grandfather." Aegon said with a genuine smile. "I assure you, my grandfather's crimes were much worse."

"Yes that but... I... I meant about what we discussed this afternoon." Visenya said shyly as she idly played with her hair. "It is more than enough reason for you to set me aside for another woman. One who is more pure than me."

"Milady, I do not think any less of you because you've been with another man." Aegon said, remembering her confession about not being as chaste as her father claimed she was. After spending most of his life in Dorne, he grew disillusioned with the teachings of the Faith that insisted that all women should remain a virgin until their wedding night. In fact, Aegon appreciated her honesty which was a rare occurrence in the City of Lies.

"Thank you, Your Grace." Visenya blushed under Aegon's gaze and smiled as shyly as they idled by her door, unwilling to end the night so soon. "You remind me of him, you know..."

"Is that a compliment?" Aegon asked curiously.

"The highest compliment I can think of Your Grace. He was... He still is... The finest man I ever knew." Visenya said sorrowfully, her large purple eyes starting to water with tears.

"Well... I have some big shoes to fill. How did he die, may I ask?" Aegon asked unable to stop himself from finding out more about the supposedly best man that Visenya has ever met.

"Vengeance." Visenya's voice broke as she wiped away the unfallen tears from her eyes with a handkerchief. "He went to the ends of the earth to bring justice to the one responsible for ou- his mother's ****. And it cost him everythi..."

Just then they were untimely interrupted by her twin brother, Daeron Mopatis, whom Aegon knew was just returning from spending a fortune at Lord Tyrion's brothel. Aegon had covertly asked Varys to keep a keen eye on him but it soon became clear that the boy was no threat to the crown. He was a known sword-swallower whose reputation preceded even that of Renly Baratheon and no matter how rich he was, it would take a lot more than gold for the lords of Westeros to forget that he is the son of a whore.

"My apologies... Am I interrupting?" Daeron said with a slight lisp.

"I was just retiring for the night." Visenya replied but Aegon could sense that she was just a little bit annoyed by the interruption. "Good night, Your Grace."

"Good night, my lad..." Aegon started but was cut short when Visenya rose on her toes and lightly kissed his cheek. It was a soft peck but it was enough to make Aegon want more, to press her against the door and ravage her mouth with his own despite her brother standing nearby.

"Uhmm... Yes... Good night, my lady." Aegon stammered awkwardly as Visenya smiled and entered her apartments, followed by her brother while Aegon cursed himself for being so affected by a single kiss. It was only until he was making his way to Maegor's Holdfast that he realised that he was holding onto his breath. Which was ridiculous! He said outloud like a madman. He and his lovers had done things that would make even a whore blush in shame and yet, a chaste kiss had sent his lusts flaring as if he was still a blushing virgin.

Aegon opened the door to his room and to his surprise saw Queen Lyanna sitting at his desk in her nightclothes. Her face was dark in the low light coming from the dying fireplace but Aegon could clearly see the uncontrollable lust in her sparkling grey eyes. As soon as Aegon closed the door, Lyanna's mouth was upon him and he knew that this would not be the last time that he indulged in such a bittersweet passion...

As King Aegon VI and the Dowager Queen were indulging in their lust for one another, on the other side of the Red Keep, within the Maidenvault, another man by the name of Aegon was also consumed by forbidden passion.

"So, what did you and your husband-to-be talked about?" Aegon moaned as he unlaced his twin sister's smallclothes, revealing her glistening womanhood that begged to be touched.

"I told him I love you." Visenya replied to the shock of her younger twin brother who stopped his ministrations to look up to her, demanding an explanation. "I told him that I am in love with a man who shares the same name as him, that I am no longer a blushing maiden, my father didn't approve and that he is now dead to the world. Uncle Varys was right, telling him half-truths and pretending to not want a crown have made the fool trust me even more. Well... For now at least."

"Do I expect wedding bells soon for the happy couple?" Aegon Mopatis spat in disgust as he made to get up and leave but Visenya pulled him down into a passionate tongue-filled kiss that quelled his jealousy.

"Come on, Aegon. Don't be jealous. We're so close to getting everything we've ever wanted. Now is not the time for you to back down." Visenya moaned between kisses as she managed to unlace her bodice and free her large and heavy bossom.

"No... You're close to getting what you always wanted. All I ever wanted to do is this..." Suddenly he thrust three of his long fingers into the young woman's wet pussy earning a loud moan from her mouth which he quickly silenced with a fierce and demanding kiss. "I gave up everything for you to be the queen. My own name. My fucking sword. I even agreed to become a fucking kingsguard just to make sure that smirking fool feel less threatened by me. Trust me, Senya, I am not backing down now."

"That smirking fool is the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and he will have our heads adorn the walls of the city if he finds out what we're doing." Visenya purred as her twin brother took one of her hard rosy nipples into his mouth. "Besides, you'll look so handsome in a White Cloak. Can you imagine it? Fucking me on my marital bed? The same bed of the man you swore to protect and serve?"

"Mmmm..." Aegon moaned as he hastily removed his cock from his breeches, too impatient and too horny to bother removing all of his clothes. "That does sound good. But one of the Kingsguard needs to die so I can take their place."

"Uncle Varys is already working on it and we still have his sister to deal with before he becomes mine. All I need is a few weeks to get pregnant by him or by even yo... Ugh! Fuuuck! " Visenya cried out in pleasure as her brother thrust all seven inches into her pussy without preamble. Eventhough they had been fucking ever since they were both old enough to know what fucking was, it still surprised Visenya at how marvellous her brother's cock was.

Yet, as big and as uncomfortable as it was whenever he would bury himself to the hilt within her, she felt complete with Aegon within her. She fitted him perfectly and afterwards when they were inevitably **** to part, she would still ache for even more of him.

They had came into the world together, with Aegon holding onto her leg when she was born. They were made for each other and no one in the Seven Kingdoms or the rest of the world would be able to **** them apart. As her baby brother began thrusting within her with an urgency that came from the risk of getting caught, Visenya bit down on his shoulder to muffled her cries of passion and indeed, none in the castle heard the two siblings rutting except for the little birds scuttling within its red walls, eager to sing tales back to their master, the Spider.