Two: Margaery Tyrell

Aegon Had Chosen Margaery Tyrell As His Second Queen, Taking Arianne As His Third Royal Dornish Paramour and Third Dornish Paramour Overall, He Inducted Her Youngest Brother Loras Into The Kingsguard After Ser Lewyn Martell's ****, and Hoped To Arrange A Match Between Dany and The Heir To Winterfell and Rhaenys and Ser Jamie Lannister Of Casterly Rock. Aegon Would've Liked To Have Promoted A Match Between The Greyjoy Girl and His Brother, Or His Brother and Myrcella Baratheon. He'd Invited Sansa and Her Sister To Court To Serve As The Handmaiden and Attendants Of Margaery and Visenya Respectively. He'd Also Offered The Position Of Master Of Ships To Lord Renly Baratheon, While Lord Paxter Redwyne Became Master Of Laws, and Aegon Had Chosen Lord Wyman Manderly As The King's Hand, Hoping The North's Fattest and Richest Southern Roots Northern Lord Would Bring The Comely Wylla Manderly.

Aegon Was Redoubling His Focus To The Realm, Needing A Refresher and The Time To Catch Up, He Had Spent Extended Time. Aegon Sat In The Small Council Chamber, With Visenya and Margery On Either Side Of Him. The Table Had A Few Sheets Of Vellum On Them, Tyrion Sat At The Table With The Books Of Master Of Coin, and The One By One The Seats Filled Up. Lord Manderly Sat Comfortably In His Chair, His Granddaughter Wylla Was Her Fathers Aide, Helping Lessen The Workload He Had. "Now Then, Seeing As We're All Here, What Are The More Important Bits That I've Missed." Aegon Said, As He Held Arianne In His Lap. Arianne Was Flaunting Every Opportunity She Had To Express Her Love and Lust For Aegon, Much To The Scandal Of House Tyrell and Amusement Of Dorne In General. For Every Night That Aegon Spent With Visenya Or Margaery, Aegon Spent Three With Her, Tyene, and Nymeria.

Aegon Watched As Lord Varys Had A Parchment Passed Over To Him. Aegon Skimmed Through It. "A Great Ranging North Of The Wall, What Of It?" Asks Aegon. "Three Hundred Men Marched North, Only Thirty Returned. Prince Jaehaerys Was Not Among Them." Says Varys, and Aegon's Eyes Narrow and His Body Tenses Up Enough To Make Arianne Shudder In Fear. "My Brother's Presumed Dead?" Asks Aegon. "He Was Not Among The Remaining Crows Because He Was With Qhorin The Halfhand's Men. Also, There Was A Mutiny, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont Is Dead." Says Manderly. "I See, The Little Fool Just Had To Be A Hero Didn't He!?! Lord Renly, Equip The Unsullied For Wintry Weather, I Want Thirty Thousand Of Them Marching North To Bolster The Northern Most Fortresses On Our Continent. Grand Maester, Please Right The Eyrie and Runestone Asking Lord Royce To Raise Eighteen Thousand Vale Knights With Enough Supplies To Last A Year Of Sustained Use. Take The Young Lord Of The Eyrie North, Teach Him To Be Worth His Weight In Gold In Snowy Weather. Lady Lysa Is, By Royal Decree Forbidden From Joining, Until Lord Robin Arryn Has Reached Age Of Majority and Is Deemed Fit To Rule By The Crown and The Lord's Of The Vale, Lord Yohn Is Lord Protector Of The Vale In The Boy's Name. Sign It With The Titles and I'll Use My Stamp." Says Aegon As He Pinches The Bridge Of His Nose and Motions For Manderly To Pick Up Where They Are While Aegon Gathers His Thoughts. "There's One More Outstanding Matter, We've Received Word That Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys Have Gone To War Again, Each Has Requested Aid From The Other Kingdoms and Free Cities, Including Us." Says Tyrion.

"Where Do Volantis, Braavos, Pentos, Qohor, and Norvos Stand On The Matter?" Aegon Asks, Purposefully Forgetting About Lorath, As Most Every One But It's Citizen's Do. "Volantis, Qohor, and Pentos Support Lys Publicly, But Pentos and Volantis Are Quietly Supporting Tyrosh and Myr Respectively. Braavos Is Staying Neutral As Is Norvos, But We Have Much Trade Contracts With Each Of Those Three Cities." Says Renly. "Remind Of Our Lysene Business Lord Varys." Says Aegon. "My Fellow Countrymen Supply Lord Tyrion's Brothels With Bedslaves, Whom He Free's and Offers Service At His Brothels." Says Varys. "Yes I Know, I Am Sleeping With Two Of His Girls On A Regular Basis. But Do Carry On." Says Aegon Impatiently. "The Lysene Also Provide Us With Lots Of Poisons, Which We Have Been Using On Our Unsullied Warriors Spears To Increase Combat Effectiveness. Other Than This, Not Much Else Is Traded Between Us." Says Varys. "Lord Paxter, What Of Our Agreements With Tyrosh?" Aegon Asks. "The Tyroshi Only Give Us Second-Rate Pear Brandy." Says Paxter As He Pours An Arbor Gold Straight From His Own Vineyard. "Lord Wyman?" Asks Aegon, Since Myr Is All That Remains. "Myr Offers Us Silks and Lace, Glass, Carpets, Nectar Honey Wine, and Much More." Says Manderly. "Offer The Myrish Our Support, But Quietly Provide Arms, Armor, and Supplies To Tyrosh and Lys. Also, I Need You All To Find Me Valyrian Steel From Across The Narrow Sea, I Don't Care What Form It's In, I Want It, If The Owners Won't Part Willingly, Take It, By **** If It Comes To It, But Try To Do It Unseen and Cleanly." Says Aegon As Ari Hops Out Of His Lap and He Departs With His Three Women.

Aegon and Ser Loras Were Tag-Training With Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan, His Sword Technique Improving Daily, They Fought Together and Without Mercy Against The Sword Of The Morning and Barristan The Bold. Aegon Already Had Been Cut A Few Times By Both Senior Kingsguard, and Had Received His Fair Share Of Scars Over The Years From It. But Today, His Cheek Had Been Cut and Aegon's Cheek Bled Steadily Enough That When Margaery Saw It She Forcibly Dragged Him Into A Sitting Position and Proceeded To Clean His Wound and Stitch It Up. "You Have To Be More Careful My King, If You Die and Visenya Births A Girl, There Will Be Chaos." Says Margaery. "Then Perhaps, We Should Try For Another Heir, Just To Be Safe, I Could Try Tye, She Always Was My Favorite Sand Snake. Or Maybe Nym If She Doesn't Bind Me To My Own Bed. Or Even Ari Could Prove Willing, It Would Be Simple To Legitimise The Bastards On The Spot and Lose The Problems." Says Aegon, Purposefully Not Mentioning Margaery's Name.

"I Think Your Forgetting About Someone?" Asks Margaery. "You Mean Rhaenys? Or Aunt Dany? They Should Be Quite Willing I Suppose, But I Coud Try My Mothers, But i Don't Really Want A Sibling Who Also Happens To Be My Own Child." Says Aegon. "Your Enjoying This." Says Margaery. "Yep, I Know You Want To Give Me My First Son Margaery, But Before I Lay With You, I Need You To Promise Me Something." Says Aegon. "Anything My King." Says Margaery. "Aegon, Please, When We're In Private You Can Call Me Aegon." Says Aegon. "Okay, Anything Aegon." Says Margaery. "The Last Queen Of The Reach Was Alicent Hightower, and She Drove The Realm To War and Madness With Her Treason. I Don't Want Another Dance, I Want You To Promise Me That Should I Lay With You, and That Visenya Births Me A Son and You Soon After, There Shall Be No Succession War, Promise Me, and You Will Get What You Want." Says Aegon. "You Have My Word, I Promise Not To **** A Succession War." Says Margaery. "Thank You, Now I Must Continue My Training." Says Aegon, As He Kisses Margaery's Forehead.

Aegon Had Finished His Training and Was Sitting With Lord Tyrion, As They Discussed A Monetary Problem. "What Does This Mean?" Asks Aegon. "Basically, We Will Need A Far Larger Loan Than Normal If We Want To Have The Food To Outlast The Coming Winter, and A Sum Of This Magnitude Can Only Be Done In Person." Says Tyrion. "Where Am I Going?" Aegon Asks.....