Whichever One Doesn't Mind Sharing When It Comes Down To It.........

King Aegon Targaryen Sixth Of His Name, King Of The Andals, Rhoynar and First Men Had Taken His Aunt Daenerys Targaryen To Wife, Alongside Lady Arya Stark Of House Stark Of Winterfell. Because The Lady Arya Was Only Sixteen Years Of Age, An Extended Betrothal Would Be Placed Upon Her and The King Until She Reached Her Majority Of Eight and Ten. Therefore She Would Hold The Title Of Consort Until The Day Of Her Majority, At Which Point She'd Acuire The Status Of Queen, In The Mean Time However, Aegon Could Amuse Himself With Dacey Mormont, Alys Karstark, and Wylla Manderly... And Daenerys Of Course Naturally. There Hadn't Been A Day Gone By That Aegon Hadn't Fucked A Load Inside Dany, Dacey, Alys, and Wylla. He Presently Was Having Sex With Dacey, A Woman Who Had Taken The Preeminent Spot Among The King's Paramours With Her Fierce Skill At Arms and Bear-Like Ferocity and Skill In Bed, Aegon Found His Favorite Northern Lass To Fuck That Wasn't His Wife. The Heiress Of Bear Island Was Lusting For Him As Much As He Was For Her.

Now Of Course, It Was Only A Matter Of Time Before Tyene and Nymeria Heard Of The Three Northern Girls Who Shared The King's Bed, and Came To "Take Their Rightful Places", Which Was Of Course, In His Bed On His Manhood Taking His Seed, As Tyene Was Oft To Whisper To Him During Their "Youthful Misadventures". Until The Two Sands Arrived However, Aegon Was All Too Happy To Placate Himself With Dacey, and With Alys, and With Wylla, and Of Course With Daenerys. Huh, With Viserys Gone, He'd Need A New Master Or Mistress Of Ships, Perhaps There Was A Way To Acquire Women and Ships.....

Aegon Sat In The Small Council Chamber, His Queens-To-Be Sat Beside Him, and The Small Council Trickle In. They Take Their Seats, All Except The Hand. "Varys, Where's Lord Connington?" Asks Aegon. "I'm Afraid The Lord Hand Is Currently Bedridden, His Illness Has Progressed Beyond The Grand Maester's Abilities, and Only The Gods Or Lord Jon Himself Can Cure Him." Says Lord Varys. "Hmm, Grand Maester, Do What You Can To Ease His Suffering. In Any Event We'll Have To Do Without His Counsel, and Appoint An Acting Hand Until He's Dead Or The Illness Is Banished From Him Forever." Says Aegon. "You Have Someone In Mind Your Grace?" Asks Stannis Baratheon. "I Do, Send A Raven To Runestone, I Want Lord Royce Here In The Capital To Serve As Master Of Ships, and Lord Tarly To Serve As Acting Hand In Lord Jon's Absence. Varys, Have The Message Sent With The Instructions You've Been Provided." Says Aegon.

"Yes, Your Grace." Says Varys Obediently. "Now Then, Onto Another Matter, The Two Queen's. Daenerys Is Old Enough To Be Wed, But Arya Here Is Still Two Years From Being Of Age, Therefore A Single Wedding Is To Be Planned, Funded, and Held. A Similar Such Wedding Will Be Done When Arya Is Of Age." Says Aegon. "Who Shall Be In Charge Of The Planning?" Asks Oberyn. "Why You Will Uncle, With Lord Tyrion and Mother's Help Of Course." Says Aegon, Causing Both Oberyn and Tyrion To **** On Their Wine, and His Mother To Give An Amused Smile, Both Men Go To Respond, But Aegon's Line Of Thought Is Already Elsewhere. "When My Sister Returns, I Want Her Wedded Off, I'll Let Her Pick The Man, But I'll Be Providing The List Of Names." Says Aegon, Who No Sooner Has Stood Up Abruptly and Departed. "Is He Always Like This?" Arya Asks. "No, No He Most Certainly Is Not." Says Elia.

Aegon Stood From His Balcony, Watching The Renovations He'd Ordered Be Built and Finished, Flea Bottom Was Undergoing A Sewer Reconstruction, and Given It's Own Sept, An Increased City Watch Presence, Including A Local Barracks For The Watch. Aegon Had Just Finished Pumping Another Load Inside Dacey and Daenerys, Each Of Whom Laid In The Bed Behind Him, Utterly Exhausted. Aegon Watched The City From Afar, Enjoying The Fact That The Stench Of Shit, Poverty, and Cum Would Be Washed Away So Very Very Soon. Soon A Servant Arrived With A Message, His Target Had Arrived, and A Hunger Awoke In Aegon......