The Citadel, In Old Town

Aegon Was In Old Town Discussing His Discoveries With The Archamesters of The Citadel. They were Quite Insistent That He Turnover The Texts and Tomes he'd Recovered. But Aegon Outright Refused To do So, This Would only be his first of many voyages to Valyria, The Texts He'd Gathered were His By Right of Bloodline and Ancestry. He Said if they Wanted to Study them They Must do So Under Heavy Guard, and On Dragonstone. Any Texts Rscovered in the Future On an expedition that They Were Personally Invessted into would be theirs. Until then They would not be allowed to have them without his leave.

He Did Offer A Token Gift However, He Gave Them A Small Number Valyrian Steel Ingots, with One Singulad Copy of A Text on How To Smith Valyrian Steel. Aegon had plans for everything else. He'd Be Sending Regular Ships to The Ruins of Valyria to Gather the Last of the Doomed Nations Treasures. He'd Been Sure to make it known that any man who signs on to a crew of a ship going to the Former Kingdom, would recieve a Knighthood and A Lordship should they come back Alive.

Even Know His Ships Were Returning with Great Bounty, Hundreds of Jewels and Gems such as Rubies, Garnets, Sapphires, Topaz's, Diamonds, Emeralds, Opals, and Many More were being brought back and added to The Royal Treasury. Countless Valyrian Steel Relics were brought back alongside hundreds more Dragon Eggs already. Aegon was making certain everything was brouht back to Dragonstone and sealed in a Massive Vault. In One Trip, Aegon had Paid Back His Kingdoms Debt to the Iron Bank of Braavos, and Took a Even Larger Loan From Them To Buy Grain and Wheat for the Coming Winter from Lands Such as Qarth and Pentos.

Aegon Was Open to Allowing Them to Study His Dragons At A Distance. But made it clear he was duento return to Kingslanding Very soon. As An Important Matter had Been brought to his Attention.

Aegon was Set To Leave Old Town To Return to Kingslanding, He Was Accompanied by Several Archmaesters at Their Insistence. Aegon Was Riding First to Highgarden to Reunite With Lady Margaery, Then He would be Riding for Kingslanding.

Aegon Rode into Kingslanding and The Populace were Awestruck at ths Dragon's By His Side and On His Shoulders. He rode through the Streets until he reached the Keep. He Walked into the Throne Room to Find his Kingsguard Waiting for Him alongside the City Watch and Lord Connington. ''This Had Better as Grave as You Made it Out To Be Lord Connington. I Have My Own Business To attend to.'' Says Aegon As He Takes Hie Crown and Steps uo the Iron Thrones Steps and Takes His Seat there. ''I sincerely Wish it weren't Aegon. But the Unusual Circumstances Demanded your Immeadiate attention.'' Says Connington. ''Let Me see This Letter Then.'' Says Aegon.

-(((Author's Note: the Following Is a Revision of LStark96's Stay In Kings Landing Chapter. Therefore.....Well You Get the Idea by now.)))-

After a minute of composing himself, he gave permission for his guests to enter the throne room. A pudgy elderly man entered followed accompanied by Nearly forty servants. Besides the Magister of Pentos was two teenagers, they were dressed in expensive silks that most nobles in Westeros could not afford to buy. Despite the fact that one was a man and another a woman, they looked so much alike that Aegon presumed that they must be siblings or even identical twins.

"You Stand in the presence of King Aegon Targaryen the Sixth of his Name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Father of Dragons, The Dragon Of Dorne, Seeker of Old Valyria, and Resurrector of Dragons." Lord Jon Connington's booming voice echoed throughout the large hall as he introduced the king to his guests.

"Your Grace." Magister Illyrio and his entourage bent their knees as a sign of respect. "It is an honour to meet you for the first time, you truly look like your father's son." Says The Pentoshi Fat Man. "You are too kind, my lord. You were with my father when he died weren't you Lord Mopatis?" Aegon said without sounding too accusatory as he rolled the piece of paper in his hand, the words upon it were unmistakably written by Rhaegar's hand.

Or by an expert forger, But Aegon Doubted it, By studying at The Citadel He'd learnt That every man who writes his signature has certain tells when he writes, and King Rhaegar's were there quite unmistakably.

"Yes, his fever and eventual **** came as a shock to us all." Illyrio said sadly and Aegon wondered if he was truly sincere. "But before he passed away, he did arrange a betrothal between my daughter Visenya and any one of his sons. I am sure that you have read the document and confirmed its authenticity."

Mopatis nodded at his daughter and she stepped forward so that the king could have a better view of her. She was tall and beautiful, her busty bossom threatened to burst from her blue, skin tight dress. Just like Aegon, she had unblemished pale white skin, indigo coloured eyes and silver-gold hair which freely fell to her slim waist and wide hips that was fit for child-bearing, likely Lysene if First Impressions were anything to go by so far.

Before Aegon could speak or continue to admire her beauty, the Lord Hand stepped forward and challenged the Pentoshi.

"With all due respect, my lord, King Aegon has Already Agreed To wed Lady Margaery Tyrell and Princess Arianne Martell. But I'm Curious, As To why would King Rhaegar ever arrange a marriage between one of His Son's and a Merchant's Daughter? Surely not Just For Her Dowry?" Asked Connington. "No, of course not!" Magister Illyrio said with a sly smile. "Even though the dowry may well be the largest in history, King Rhaegar arranged this match solely because of my daughter's blood." Says Mopatis, and Aegon Had A Sneaking Suspicion What He Meant by That.

"You see, Your Grace, I am not a lord. I was a lowborn sellsword. My parents were nobody just like their parents before them. However, my wife was different. She had dragon's blood and is a direct descendant of King Aegon the Fourth." Says The Pentoshi Magister, and Aegon has His Suspicion Now confirmed.

Jon Connington as well as half the court puffed in exasperation. It was well known that Aegon IV fucked nearly every woman he met, from princesses to whores. Being born from his seed was not considered a prestigious honour. Even the downtrodden House Plumm of the Westerlands and the Chief Undergaoler of the Red Keep has Some Targaryen blood in their veins. Besides, Rhaegar never believed in the importance of keeping the bloodline pure. However, Illyrio continued on talking despite the sneers from the crowd.

"My wife Serra came from a noble House that was exiled from Westeros many years ago. Her father was the Captain-General of the Golden Company until he was savagely killed by his cousin, a man whom you all came to know as Maelys the Monstrous."

Suddenly the entire court fell quiet save for the sound of swords being drawn from their sheaths as the Six Kingsguard knights and all the Gold Cloaks drew their swords against the Magister and his two children, ready to strike them down if the king commands it. Aegon's heart began to palpitate and he grew uneasy on the Throne but He steadied himself and held up a Hand for the Knights and Gold Cloaks To Wait. Aegon was Still processing the Magisters Confession 'Wait, her father was a fucking Blackfyre? The sworn enemy of the Targaryens? The history books were very clear. The male line of House Blackfyre was extinguished when Ser Barristan Selmy himself, slayed Maelys the Monstrous on the Stepstones.'

Oh Shit!

The Male Line...

"So... My father arranged this match to end the bloody feud between House Targaryen and House Blackfyre? Couldn't I accomplish the same feat by imprisoning your children?" Aegon asked the fat man whose smile quickly faded when the Kingsguard and Gold Cloaks threateningly stepped forward, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"Yes, Your Grace. But I assure you by all the Gods, that my children has no interest in the Iron Throne." Illyrio said solemnly and for once Aegon could sense the sincerity in his voice. "My son has as much Blackfyre blood as his twin sister, and if it pleases, Your Grace, he will take the Black or serve as one of your Kingsguard so he could formally renounce his claim to your throne."

With a flick of his hand, Aegon ordered his men to stand down and Illyrio heave a sigh of relief as the knights sheath their swords.

"As a symbol of my unwavering fidelity, accept this gift, Your Majesty." Illyrio clapped his hands and two servants carried a rather large crate and carefully placed it in front of the Iron Throne. Ser Barristan boldly opened the crate to inspect the contents inside. Despite sitting nearly 14 feet high on the throne, Aegon could hear the surprised gasp that came from the Lord Commander. Ser Barristan slowly bent down and with reverence, picked up a sword from the crate before presenting it as he knelt before the king. It was a bastard sword, longer than a standard longsword yet lighter than a two-handed greatsword. It had a dragon-headed hilt, a ruby-encrusted pommel and from the visible rippled patterns in its smoke-black blade, Aegon deducted that it was Valyrian steel. But it was not just any valyrian-steel sword but rather it was THE sword.

It was Blackfyre, the Sword of Kings.

Aegon climbed down the Throne and took the blade from the hands of the elderly kingsguard. It was considerably lighter than swords of its size due to the magical properties of the valyrian-steel alloy. Just wielding it made Aegon feel invincible, that none could beat him in a duel, But He Knew to Temper that Instinctual Feeling.

"I managed to acquire the Sword from the Captain-General of the Golden Company at the cost of a small fortune." Magister Illyrio said proudly as Aegon continued to admire the sword that he grew up dreaming about. "Its the sword of Aegon the Conqueror and I pray that it will strengthen your reign significantly. May it serve you well and your children after you, regardless of whether or not you choose to marry my daughter." Says Mopatis. ''Ser Barristan Selmy..............Please Escort The Magister and His Children to our Most Luxurious Qaurters that are Not Currently Occupied by the Royal Family. Lord Connington Prepare an Emergency Small Council Meeting To Take Place Immeadiately. The Magister and His Children are to be confined to their Chambers until the Small Council Meeting is over. Ser Barristan will lewd the assigned guard outside their Chambers. That will be All.'' Says Aegon as He gets upt and Is accompanied by Ser Dayne and Ser Greysteel. ''Lock The City Down, As of This Moment, Kingslanding is Closed to The World until Tomorrow Morning.'' Says Aegon to Connington. ''Right Away My King.'' Says Connington.

Aegon Sat In The Small Council Chamber In Deep Concentration, Meanwhile The Small Council was Arguing like They Caught Each Other Drunkenly Fucking Their Fellow Councillors Wives. Only Varys Stayed Silent. Out of Them All, He only Trusted Varys to Ensure the Reslms Prosperity. He'd Long Valued The Eunuchs Council, So He Put Much Trust in him as a result. When their Voices Rose Higher, Aegon Had Had Enough. In A Single Movement, He Shot out of his Chair and Began Pacing The Room, To Which His Council became as Silent as Varys. ''All of You Get Out. Varys, You Will Stay.'' Says Aegon as He Stands With His Back To the Councilors.