Varys, Of -Fucking- Course

Aegon Was Livid, Before Knelt An Unrepentant Varys, The Man Aegon Had Trusted The Most On The Entire Small Council. Arianne Was Furious As Well, Though For An Entirely Different Reason Than Aegon. Myrcella Simply Watched Worriedly As Aegon Drummed His Fingers Across The Iron Throne's Arm Rests. "Why? Tell Me Why You Would Turn On House Targaryen Now? For What? Some Bastard Pretender House?" Asks Aegon Barely Keeping An Even Voice. "It Was Never Anything Personal Your Grace, I Just Don't Feel Your Able To Keep The Seven Kingdoms At Peace, Aegon Blackfyre, He Will Be Able To Do What You Cannot." Says Varys. "Ser Barristan Get Me My Sword, Ser Arthur and Ser Mandon Take Him To The Great Sept Of Baelor, Let Him Confess His Sins To The High Septon, Then Take Him To The Traitor's Walk, I'll Take His Head Myself." Says Aegon, As He Stands and Turns To Lord Eddard Stark. "Call The Banners, Call Every One, We're Going To War, and I Will Destroy House Blackfyre." Says Aegon, As Ned Stark Bows His Head Silently.

The Crowd Jeered At The Eunuch, They Demanded Blood, Spider's Blood. Aegon Brought Himself Before Them. "Varys Of Lys, You Stand Accused Of Treason, You Stand Accused Of Attempted Regicide, It Is For These Crimes, That I Sentence You To ****." Says Aegon, As He Raises His Sword High and Beheads Varys With A Single Swing Of His Sword. "Put His Head On The Traitor's Walk, Dispose Of The Rest However You Deem It Right." Says Aegon As He Looks To The Crowd and Then His Kingsguard Push Past The Workers and Laborers There and Heads Back Into The Red Keep

Yohn Royce, Stannis Baratheon, Ned and Rob Stark, Victarion Greyjoy, Tywin and Kevan Lannisters, Mace Tyrell and Randyll Tarly, Edmure and Brynden Tully's, Oberyn and Quentyn Martells, and Several Important But Less Notable Lords Stood Around The Table As Aegon Sat In Silence. "Lord Paxter?" Aegon Says, Drawing The Mouths Of Every Man Shut. "Your Grace?" Asks The Lord Of The Arbor. "Rally The Royal Fleet, Rally The Iron Fleet, The Northern Fleet, I Don't Care What It Takes, Just Get Every Fucking Ship In The Seven Kingdoms Under Your Banner and Sail To Pentos With Eighty Seven Thousand Men. You Will Sack Pentos! You Will Rob It Of It's Valuables, Set Every **** In The City Free and Put Every Slaver and Magister In Chains, Let Slaves Have Their Freedom and Their Vengeance, But Most Importantly You Will Bring The Heads Of These Bastard Pretenders and Their Cheese Magister Father! Lord Tywin Lannister, You Are In Charge Of Protecting The Westerosi Homeland." Says Aegon As He Gets Up and Heads To The Door. "One More Thing, I Will Lead The **** Myself. Quentyn You and Ser Jamie Will Be With Me When It Happens, We Take Pentos, and We Will Not Stop The Entire Is Extinguished and Returned To Antiquity." Says Aegon As He Slams The Door Shut.

Aegon Leaves and Heads Straight For The Royal Armory. Aegon Would Destroy Every Living Blackfyre and Only Stop When The Threat Was Ended. The Only Thing Would Be Allowed To Survive Would Be Children, and When They Grew Up, They Could Either Take The Black Or The Headsmen's Axe, Their Choice. As He Arrived At The Royal Armory, Aegon Looks At The Armor His Father Once Wore. "Time For War." Says Aegon As He Begins To Strap The Armor To Him and Takes The Dragon Helm Into His Hands. "Father, Watch Other Our Family While I Fight For Them." Says Aegon As He Dons It and Leaves....