As Big As Aegon's Royal Scepter One Should Hope

King Aegon and Lord Tyrion, The Dragon King and The Imp Arrived To Highgarden Sooner Than They'd Expected, and The Castle Was Almost As Beautiful As Margaery and Desmera:

Aegon Had These Thoughts Because At The Front Of The Line Beside Lord Tyrell His Shrewd and Shrewish Grandmother Olenna Tyrell, Was His Eldest Son and Heir Willas, His Second Born Son Ser Garlan The Gallant and His Wife The Lady Leonette Fossoway, and The Youngest Tyrell Son, Ser Loras. But Beside Young Loras Was His Most Beautiful Sister Margaery:

Whose Beauty Was Being Hotly Contested With Her Cousin, The Freshly Flowered Desmera Redwyne:

Aegon's Royal Scepter Damn Near Shot Out Like A Arrow When He Saw Both Beauties Together. It Took A Mental Reciting Of His Mother's Fury At Finding Aegon About To Fuck The Lysene Whores To Get It To Stop Hardening. "Lord Tyrell." Says Aegon. "Your Grace, Welcome To Highgarden, When We Received Your Raven, We Were Pleasantly Surprised To Hear You Were Coming South To Highgarden." Says Lord Tyrell. "Well I Had Planned To Join My Dear Mother and Sister At Sunspear, But Alas I Have A More Pressing Matter To Attend To. I Trust You Know My Master Of Coin, Lord Tyrion Lannister Of Casterly Rock?" Says Aegon. "Lord Tyrion." Says Mace Tyrell In Acknowledgement. "We Need To Speak Privately My Lord, You, Me, Lord Tyrion, and Lady Olenna." Says Aegon Bluntly and Casually. "Right This Then, Just Please Follow Me Your Grace." Says Lord Tyrell.

Aegon and Tyrion Sat In Silence As Mace Tyrell Pours Them Each A Goblet Of Arbor Gold, Not To Aegon's Full Tastes, But He Was Willing To Indulge Mace Tyrell Just A Little Bit. "We Come To Your Castle Today To Discuss An Important Financial Matter, Banking." Says Lord Tyrion. "I Afraid That I Don't Fully Follow." Says Lord Tyrell. "I Want A Unified Bank Of Westeros, It Will Be Headed By Three Heads, Myself, Lord Tywin, and Whomsoever Is Selected For House Tyrell. Now To Be Frank This Is One Way You Can Help Yourselves. One Of The Bank's Leading Roles Will Be To Arrange Rich and Profitable Marriages Between Noble Families In Exchange For A Portion Of The Brides Dowry. If You Agree To Formally Support, Fund, and Protect This Planned Bank, I Will Formally Accept A Marriage Pact With House Tyrell. A Pact Has Already Been Drawn Up By The Small Council, and Only Needs To Be Reviewed By Lady Olenna Before We Agree To Formally Acknowledge It's Existence." Says Aegon. "Give It Here." Says Olenna Snatching It From Tyrion's Fingers As He Reaches Over To Hand The Queen Of Thorns The Writ With The List Of Concessions and Demands.

Aegon Looks To Lord Tyrell. "This Arbor Gold Isn't Too Bad. I'm More Of A Blend Person When It Comes To Wine, But All In All, This Is By Far The Finest Arbor Gold I've Tasted So Far." Says Aegon. "One Of The Many Perks Of House Redwyne." Says Lord Tyrell Earnestly. "You Know It's An Acquired Taste, But You Could Make A Lot Of Gold Off The Export Of The Blend I'm So Fond Of." Says Aegon. "Oh?" Asks Lord Tyrell. "His Grace Enjoys The Taste Of The Finest Arbor Gold With The Spiciest Dornish Reds Available. Something To Do With The Conflicting Flavours I Think." Says Lord Tyrion. "I'll Keep That In Mind." Says Lord Tyrell As His Mother Hands Him The Writ. "It's Acceptable, My Granddaughter Shall Become Queen. Mace? Sign it!" The Queen Of Thorns Demands. "Yes, Mother." Says Mace Rather Obediently. "The Pact Has Been Signed, and Lady Margaery Will One Day Reign As Queen Margaery, But Um, She Won't Be My Only Queen." Says Aegon As He Gets Up and Leaves Right After He Utters Those Words.

Aegon's Eyes Never Strayed From Desmera Redwyne, Who Frequently Blushed Whenever Her Companions Informed Her Of The King's Eyes On Her. They Only Ever Strayed In Order To Gaze Upon Lady Margaery Whose Cousins Likewise Informed Of The King's Eyes On Her. It Was Nearly Half-Way Through The Feast When One Of The Two Approached, Causing Aegon's Scepter To Stiffen and Harden As It Prodded Against His Breeches.