The New Normal

Aegon Took A Break From Ruling, Intending To Focus On His Daughter, The Princess Was A Few Weeks Old, But Even Now, He Saw Her Mother In Rhaenyra's Small Body Already, In The Princesses Eyes, In Her Still Forming Face. One Day, His Little Girl May Rule The Seven Kingdoms, As He Namesake Was Wished To By Her Father, The Good King Viserys, The Successor To Jaehaerys I The Conciliator. But If A Son Was Born To Him and The Two Got Along Well Enough, Aegon Couldn't Discount Wedding Them, After All, He Was He To Argue, He'd Fucked Rhaenyra Into Daenerys, His Own Aunt! Aegon Was So Involved In Watching Rhaenyra, That He Didn't Mind The Presence Of Margaery Tyrell At Court. They Were Presently Enjoying The Sun and Shade In The Garden, and Where He Held Rhaenyra, Margaery Sat There In All Her Glory:

Aegon Couldn't Deny Her Beautiful, But As He Had Felt Previously, He Wasn't Sure He Could Stomach Going Through With Another Queen Destined To Lose Her To Some Form Of ****. "She's Such A Beautiful Baby Don't You Think So?" Asks Margaery. "Just Like Her Mother." Says Aegon Sadly. Margaery Looked Away, For Days She'd Been Trying To Establish A Rapport With The King, Hoping To Become The Next Queen, and Thought She's Found One A Way To Do So In The King's Young Daughter, The Newborn Princess Rhaenyra, But The King Was Still Grieving Over His Dead Wife, Queen Daenerys Targaryen. However, Whenever She Commented On The Girls Beauty, King Aegon Always Commented Sadly How Much She Looked Like Her Mother, Thus Ending Any Further Talk, She Was Beginning To Think That The King Was Intentionally Blocking Her Progress, Was He Smarter Than She'd Given Him Credit For?

"I'm Well Aware What Your Up To Lady Margaery, Trying To Build A Rapport and Become The Next Queen, But I'm Telling You Now, If I Do Wed Again, Be It To You, Lady Sansa, Or Another, Nothing Will Make Me Change My Mind Unless I Wish It, That Includes The Succession. I Will Not Under Any Circumstances....Allow Another Dance Of Dragons. One Whiff Of Treasonous Suggestion Will Mean Heads, Spikes, Walls." Says Aegon, Getting Up and Handing Rhaenyra Off To Her Grandmother, Queen Mother Elia. "Walk With Me." Says Aegon Holding Out His Arm, To Which Margaery Takes It. "This City Hosts A Good Million, It's Largest Of All Cities In The Realm, I Want My People Fed, But More Than That I Want Their Quality Of Living Improved, Doing This For Me Will Help Your Case For The Crown, As Well As Getting You My Gratitude. I'll Let You Decide How To Proceed, For Now, My Daughter Awaits." Says Aegon As He Leaves Margaery At The Area Of The Gardens That Allows Someone To Look Out Across The Whole City.

Aegon Needed More Than An Obedient Trait In His Next Queen, He Wanted Intelligence, Wit, Humor, and General Good Sense Of Self. Margaery Espoused Much Of These, and Aegon Had Heard Rumors Of Her Good Deeds To Smallfolk From Varys, So Assigning Her A Task, One Where He Natural Tendency Of Good Deeds Could Be Proven Was A Necessary Test To Determine Her Suitability. Furthermore, Should He Take Her As His Queen, It Would Serve To Endear Her To The Smallfolk A Valuable Commodity During A Winter That Has An Estimated Length Of A Minimum Of Ten Years. Aegon Assigned One Task To Margaery, While He'd Assign Another More Sociable Task To Sansa.

Standing Before Him, Aegon Handed His Daughter To His Mother, Before Turning To Face Sansa, His Cup Of Dornish Red In His Hands, Varys and Brynden Behind Him. "Lady Stark, If You Want To Become Queen, You Will Be Required To Adapt To The South, A Life Where One False Step Or Ill-Planned Maneuver In The Game Of Thrones Could Result In ****, Which Is Why I Have Decided To Place You In Charge Of Planning The Great Feast To Honor My Daughter's Birth. You Will Be Shouldered With Decisions and Choices, Each One Essential In It's Own Way, Whether It Trivial Or Not." Says Aegon. "I've Assigned Lady Margaery To Improve The Lives Of The Smallfolk, and As She Is Already Adept At Social Maneuvering and Political Ploys, She Has No Need To Oversee This. Whether This Feast Is A Success Or Disaster Has No Real Import Beyond Your Own and Your Families Standing At Court, The True Test Will Be When I Request Your Input During The Review." Says Aegon, Waving Lord Varys To Hand The Paper, and He Stamps His Seal Onto The Hot Wax, Before Handing It Back To Varys, Who Then Passes It Over To Sansa's Mother Catelyn. "This Letter Bears The King's Personal Seal, Give It To The Grand Maester and He Will Provide You A List Of Names and Locations Where The Materials and People Required Are To Be Found." Says Varys. "Bear In Mind You Must Prove You Are Not Just A Pretty Girl, You Have To Know How To Plan This, Who To Sit Next To Him, Where To Sit Them, and Who Not To Seat Next To Each Other. Furthermore, I Suggest You Speak With Lord Renly Baratheon, He Has Some Wisdom For You Regarding This I Should Think." Says Aegon As He Dismisses The Lady Stark's With A Wave Of His Hand, Returning His Focus To His Daughter.