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aegon targaryen, sixth of his name true king of westeros husband of margaery, father of tyriaghar, aegon the conqueror come again the only dragon you need

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Perhaps if he had more respect for his queen and did not talk to her as if she was a serving wench, I might actually begin to try and be in the same room as him. I know he is like a brother to you, love, but he has absolutely no self-control. [She closed her eyes as Aegon kissed her forehead, her hands coming to rest on his chest.] They will bring the bone back into its former position. Maybe give you some milk of the poppy for the pain, so you might sleep well tonight. You deserved a good rest.

Willas has brought this upon himself, Aegon. That you are willing to give him a trial is a courtesy you needn’t do, but formalities require it. It shall be dealt with swiftly.

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He talks to everyone in that manner, love - and it's better for him to act like that, I suppose, than for him to look at you the way he looks at Daenerys - Brother or not I'd quite have him hanged for it. [Rocking back and forth on his heels for a moment, Aegon felt more centered than he had since their family had arrived at Highgarden - the moment was like an anchor amidst all the chaos.] And I do so look forward to that. Yes, well - what's the old saying? We can sleep when we're dead. There's much to attend to. 

You're right, he has indeed. Formalities, yes, well - I'd get your goodbyes in while you can.

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…As you say, my king.

As much as I loathe that friend of yours, I do believe he would be best suited for the job. That twisted mind of his would certainly come up with some fine surprises for Nymeria. [The Queen sighed softly and stepped in to plant a kiss on her husband’s chest.] You are the king. No maester should touch anyone else before they have not attended to you.

From what I understand, he upset you. Greatly, so. I myself caught him just when he was about to leave with his bastard son. They were gathering their men.

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Don't you worry over her.

And I do wish you wouldn't. Two of my favorite people cannot stand to be in a room togethre. Yes, I absolutely agreed. [Pressing a kiss to Margaery's forehead left a smear of blood into her hair that he tried to wipe away with his thumb a moment later.] You're right. I could wait, but I suppose the sooner I get this reset, the better.

Understatement, my love. Yes, he's en route to join his old friend Lady Sand in our dungeons in the Keep.

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Do not brush it off, Aegon. That woman has been lusting for my crown since she arrived at Westeros’ shore. You know that.

You are right. Perhaps it would be better to leave her to the wild men and wolves. They would take pleasure in her body, I am sure. [In a gesture of comfort, Margaery threaded her fingers through Aegon’s hair; gently, soothingly, her hands coming to rest at the base of his neck.] A maester will see to you, my love. Does it hurt badly?

I have. I must say, this does not seem like Willas’ style. But then again, my brother is no longer the same man I once knew.

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Margaery. Sweetheart. My aunt is - disillusioned, has had much taken from her that I myself promised when we met across the Narrow Sea. She is further now from the queen's crown than ever before.

Hells leave her to Daeron. We all know he loves a woman who can handle a weapon. [Aegon tried to lean back slightly into the touch without tipping his head back overmuch, his hands settling at Margaery's waist.] Not terribly, I've had worse. I'm sure there will be other injuries for maesters to attend to. 

It seems terribly like the man I've had the pleasure of experiencing. I'm sure his trial will be interesting, to say the least. 

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Even your own aunt spoke a threat against me. It was a matter of time only, yes, but that she would have the audacity…

I will have her hands bitten off by the hounds for this. And then she shall be quartered for striking her king. Oh, my love… Let me see. [With the gentlest of touch, Margaery cupped Aegon’s face in her palms, her eyebrows drawing together as she inspected the broken bone.] No harm has come to me. Tyr is safe, as well, uninjured. The Kingsguard was quick to react, thank the gods.

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Tensions were high, darling. Her husband had just died not a foot from her. I'm sure she meant nothing by it.

Who, Nymeria Sand? Please. I try not to feed my dogs that manner of trash. Margaery, I promise I'm - [He grimaced slightly, trying to stay still as Margaery drew nearer. He'd never had his nose broken before - a wrist during sparring, an ankle in an retreat from a raid of the less-than-legal variety - but this was so inconvenient.] Good. Yes, it was good that they were all on guard. 

I'm sure you've heard, then? About he who you used to call your brother.

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Treason. There is treason around every corner!

Have you already— Gods, what happened to your nose?

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Don't we know it - more now than ever before. 

Had a run-in with my Martell blood. Bastard. Never mind that now. You've not been hurt, have you?

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A shame, really. No, “approve” is not on the list of words I have in reserve for this marriage. I guess I would have liked my Daenerys to be with someone a little more trustworthy.

But no matter. You are sanctioning this, after all. And I’m sure the festivities will be grand. Assuming no one dies, it will be quite the celebration.

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Isn't it? Your Daenerys, right. I'd say I was shocked, but I'm not. Who would you prefer for her husband? Don't pick you or me - surprise me. 

Yes, it seems that I am. Of course it will be, it's at Highgarden, of all places. Uncle, no need to be so dour over it, it's a wedding, for gods' sakes!

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Fuck me with the sharp edge of a knife

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All thoughts stopped for him the moment Nymeria’s fist connected with Aegon’s face. A proud Father like smile spread across the King’s face. There was nothing for him to say or add Nymeria had it handled.

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"Just for that, cousin," Aegon said, slowly removing his bloody fingers from his nose but making no move to try and stop the red trickle down his mouth and neck, "I think that you will have to be one of our guests at the capital, after all." 

Gesturing his knights forward with a flick of his fingers, Ser Manning and Ser Byrch moved toward him, still with Willas between them; it fell to Edmund Crane and Danys Darke to claps Nymeria's upper arms and half-drag her along behind. "you'll be put up in the very best accommodations in King's Landing, of course," Aegon said, his tone light, "And if you want to rethink Sansa's son's return to his mother, Willas, that's perfectly alright." Turning with an air of finality, he finished, "But you two are coming with us."

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Willas chose to remain silent when Nym gave him the exact same sharp look Oberyn once did during a fight with Mace. The Winterfell men he came with surrounded them. His death was coming swiftly and instead of spending his last few moments with Sansa or his children; Willas would be forced into an unfair trial. The stories of Lord Rickard flashed through the King’s mind. His death was unfit and unfair as would be Willas’. 

Eddard would never set foot in Kings Landing while Aegon lived. He was to go home where it was safe for him. “Eddard is already returning home.” He stated watching Nymeria size Aegon up.

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"I won't be fighting my own family," Aegon growled, "My family is on my side. My family will be going back to King's Landing anyhow." He didn't bother to mention that he didn't even much like acknowledging his Martell roots, either; if his father hadn't married Elia, his and Rhaenys' blood wouldn't be tainted as it was now. "He'll have a trial," Aegon argued, "I promise you. He won't be killed as soon as we return to the Capitol, I swear to you." 

Shrugging, Aegon shook his head. "Then go with Nymeria Sand as your only backer. I care not. But whether you did this or not we need anyone who could have done it to give alibis. If you really didn't do it, you've nothing to fear."

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Willas had already started to pull the stilleto free when Nym found her way over to them. It was best to keep the weapon existence secret for as long as possible. Arching his brow the King watched Aegon to see reaction. “Highly doubt you want Dorne pissed off-again-at the royal family. I was friends with Prince Oberyn for many years. Not to mention Nymeria is a his daughter as well.” His words were bold at the moment but, without the present of Sansa there to remind what he had to keep silent for Willas didn’t care. 

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"Cousin," Aegon greeted Nym through clenched teeth, "I would suggest that you step away from Lord Tyrell here, but somehow I seem to remember you tbeing too stubborn for your own good." Lifting a shoulder n a shrug, he amended, "That must be the Martell in us, because I fear I've the same quality." Waving his hand toward the other Whitecloaks behind him, he said, "If you'd like to come with us, you can. But Willas Tyrell is coming back with me to the Capitol." 

"I care not for what you think Dorne will think of me," he spat at Willas, his fists tightening, "I am the king and I will do as I like without having you try to censor who I speak with and how." Putting his hands up for a moment, Aegon said, "If both of you come with us we shouldn't have an issue. Hell, we can bring your son as well, he can argue on your behalf in the trial." Narrowing his eyes, he finished, "Think what you will about my army versus yours but I've fire on my side, Willas. Winterfell's just recovered from the last time it was ravaged by the flame, and I'd just hate for you all to have to remodel." 

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Standing in the back of the room Willas had refused a seat and wanted to leave as soon as the opportunity presented itself. The whole room seemed to be full of fake life. As if everyone was putting on an act for the craized man with dragons. But, there something else that was off. The servant that was talking to Mormont hadn’t worked there when Willas last lived there. In fact he had never seen the man in his life. Pursing his lips Willas’ furrowed his brow in confusion as to what was going on. This wasn’t a Highgarden tradition to serve Honeycombs at weddings. It was more naming celebration tradition. 

"No." Willas’ voice was a hushed whisper moments before the knife rammed through Mormont. "NO!" The second one was a scream ripping from the King’s chest. Blood rushing through his body high off adrenalin Willas felt a pit in his stomach form at the words of the man. 

The Tyrell’s send their regards.

Grabbing Eddard’s arm Willas motioned for him to get the horses. Nymeria Sand wasn’t to far from him along with a few of both their men. He would be to blame. No matter if it was a Tyrell or not Willas would be the one blamed. “I think it’s time we leave.” If they want to speak with Willas they could do so in the North. Dragging his hands over his face Willas did not hide as he left the room. His heart was pounding in his chest to hard for that. His thumb rested against the petal to pull from the stiletto if anyone intersected his chance to leave. 

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Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood everywhere, blurring his vision and obscuring his sight for a moment until he wiped a hand over his eyes and it cleared, his target obscured no longer. Aegon had brought several members of his Kingsguard with him - not Loras; his Lord Commander had stayed to protect Aegon's wife and son and sister in the great hall. The other Whitecloaks, though, all gathered close to their King, followed his strides down the hall.

"Stop him," Aegon commanded, once, then repeated, louder, "Stop him!" There was not a doubt in his mind which Tyrell had sent his regards. Willas had tried to leave before the feast - didn't want to see the bloodshed he'd caused, probably. There was no way the King in the North was getting out, not now. Not when Aegon was covered in the spray of the blood from one of his liege lords, not when his unborn child had been put in harm's way. 

Two Kingsguard knights - Baltan Byrch and Herold Manning - grabbed Willas's shoulders roughly, and Aegon had to resist the urge to kick the cane away from the man. "You're coming with us," he hissed, anger coloring his vision red. 

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"Even if she wasn’t in charge I do believe if she asked Jorah to die he would gladly sacrifice him self. He loves her interestingly enough brother you will have a bear and a dragon belonging to your crown in the reach." Dae smiled shaking his head, looking at his glass with a smirk. "You know both our tolerance levels are extremely high and we have had stronger drinks then this. Stronger drinks and longer night where both of us have forgotten days but you are king now and I believe your wife would castrate both of us had we any fun like that which we used to. Its my aversion to weddings and marriage in general I suppose to the slip but I believe what I meant to say is it’d be your sister you’d marry off next to secure another holding."

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"Oh, of course. And it's that sort of blind loyalty my family needs to hold close to our hearts." Nodding, Aegon laughed. "Who would've thought," he murmured, "The Reach has always been loyal. Good to have Daenerys oversee them anyhow." As if to answer Daeron's claim, Aegon drank the rest of his glass in one long draught, before sighing loudly. "True. What they serve here in the Reach just isn't aquite strong enough. It's too much fruit and honeyed water and not enough of the good stuff." Letting out another sigh, though dramatically false this time, "Oh yes. Do let me bemoan how my beautiful wife lets me have no fun." Scoffing, he added, "It isn't as if she's got to approve any fun we have. If you find some fun, don't hesitate to call for me." Shaking his head, Aegon glanced around the room, wondering where Rhaenys had gotten off to. "I think we need some more quality time, her and I, before I send her off," he replied, an air of finality in his words. 

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 No - not a wedding I have been to in my life. There are not many happy occasions I’ve been present at. Perhaps it will be but I am merely a servant; nothing special or beautiful enough for a wedding of my own and I doubt it would be this… grand.

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That's a shame. I do so enjoy weddings, though the only I really paid any attention to was my own. Well, if you plan to stay at Highgarden, I'm sure that will be remedied - the Lord Mormont may be by predisposition a dour man, but I'm sure my aunt can liven things up around here. Well, the grandness is the most fun, so do enjoy this while you can - I know I will be doing that, myself. 

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"As far as I’m concerned you’re a child playing King." The way Aegon was touching him was to personal intimate for Willas’ liking. Oberyn was able right his wrong by invading Willas’ personal space but, Aegon’s crimes were far to much and inhuman for redemption. "That’s the thing about declaring independence, we don’t need your approval. I am still King of the North. If you set foot into the Northern border you will find no friend. All the men here." Willas laughed a little to dark. "Grew up with Garlan, fought along side him. Watched Margaery take her first steps and sing her first song. Watched Willas go off to become the man he is today. An they all were calling me Lord, turning to me before my Father."

"Dragons can fly and set fire." Willas hissed. "Rose’s take root and grow in bushes. So you can claim yourself King and spout words that literally mean nothing while you demand respect you do not deserve. While I continue to grow my roots and wait. Surely you’ve realized that by now? Margaery, Loras, they aren’t the perfect drones you thought they would be are they? Pretty to look at but, they have minds of their own and wont follow your rule forever-well when you’re no longer useful." The King’s heart was thudding almost right through his chest.

Willas clicked the red petal on the rose again. “Never, speak his name again. Not even my Father-in-law’s.” Calling Eddard a bastard was like Sansa a whore to Willas. “You don’t know what Joffery did to my wife. You don’t know the pain she suffered and the loves she STILL gives that boy no matter who his Father is. You just don’t know anything.” 

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"A child who's had to survive through years of struggle and pain to get where he is now," Aegon replied, his voice hard. "Not all of us got to grow up in the splendor of all this," he continued, waving his hand over the Highgarden grounds. "It sounds to me like what you want on your hands is a civil war, Willas. I don't think that's quite what you're after." Shaking his head, he continued with an unimpressed voice. "Those are the men of the Reach, Willas. Good men, I'm sure, but farmers and falconers, all of them. The men who cheered for my return," he finished, "The Golden Company? Mercenary assassins, soldiers. Murderers." 

"You can wait all you want," Aegon hissed, "But this?" He withdrew the silver key that Jon Connington had given him years and years ago - the stream of fire went into whatever unknown entity the key unlocked, while the mouth of the dragon turned the lock - and gestured with it. "This fire will always win in the end. It will burn down to barely-glowing embers and it could die down to only a few sparks, but the fire will always catch again. It will always burn you." His jaw tightened. "That's slander against those who are mine," he growled, "And I won't have it. No matter who you knew years ago, your siblings are very different now, I can assure you." 

"All I'm saying," he said, holding his hands up with a soft smile, "Is that the Lannister boy is not to be discounted, and I understand that." Glancing back at Ned again, he sighed. "He's a good young man, from what I've heard. Loyal to his family, as good at taking any responsibility thrust upon him as you were at his age." 

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Excuse my not being at court.

I’ve been bed ridden with terrible stomach pains for the last fortnight. Luckily, I am faring much better. 

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Sister, I was wondering when the allure of the party would draw you down. 

Stomach pains? I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps some Arbor gold would make you feel even better? 

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The Reach is ours again, Aegon, and that is all I could have asked for. My home is now protected by us, as it should be. You have made me such a big gift, I do not know how I will be able to return this favour to you. You need to come see my old room with me, once you have time. I wonder what they did to it. Hopefully, it has not been treated as wrongly as the gardens. Nothing, my love, I have nothing to say. Our duties come first, always, and I know this. How could I forget, when I was queen for so long without you by my side? Oh, please, Aegon, you do not give yourself enough credit. I could never sweep you off your feet — I am too teeny, compared to you. …A joke. Look, I made a joke! Sand Snakes, I assume? We must keep an eye on them. Any offspring of the Red Viper’s gives me reason to pause.

[She kept her arms around him and leaned into the touch; once Aegon pulled back, Margaery kissed his chest and rest her cheek on it. ‘I love you too’, she whispered back, smiling like a fool.]

I am overwhelmed with joy, my love. I cannot wait to meet him…or her. And the names, oh, there are so many, wonderful names to pick.

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It has always been ours - has been yours. Anything you want, darling, whether it's a dress or a tournament or the lands who pay fealty to Highgarden, I promise it to you. You shall return the favour merely by repeating how wonderful of a new mother you were with Tyr with our new child. Your old room? I must admit that's the best room for you to offer to show me. If it has been I will be sure to bring that up with Lord Momront, have him decide what to do to those who have invaded. Of course - it must just be wishful thinking that I've forgotten those times. Yes, love, I see your joke! Yes, those gods awful young women who haven't got titles of their own and so made one up for themselves. I would tell you to speak kind of my mother's brother's progeny but I agree too much with you to do so. 

I cannot wait to meet them, either. If they are half as lovely as their mother, then a wonderful child they will be. Names, yes - did you have any ideas already? 

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That voice was enough to make Willas homicidal; he even clicked the flower petal into place to draw the stiletto hidden within the gold and green casing. It was a miracle he caught a glimpse of Eddard before turning. Releasing the red petal Willas turned to his sister’s husband. “King.” He stated. “It’s King Tyrell, the North has claimed independence. Long ago in fact but, I assume you were to busy throwing a tourney for -sneezing or something similar. Unless you intend to return to me the South and give back what was stolen, you will address me by the proper title or speak to someone who cares for your simple gift to breathe.”

The words tumbled out without a moment of thought put into them but, each word was honest. “Mace, was many things and I hardly tolrated the man myself but, he was my Father. He was a fool but, he was Margaery’s Father and Loras’. You even robbed him from a man you never met, Garlan would be less kind then I am right now. So let get down to the point, what by the old Gods and the new, do you think you have the right to say to me?”

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Aegon tried his hardest to keep the cool, collected smile on his face, to keep the calm facade standing. He really did. But he was sure that what really shone through had more of a sarcastic air tha nanything else. Clearing his throat, he replied, raising his eyebrows. "As King - one who has, oddly enough, not proclaimed the North independent himself - I think I'll keep calling you what I please, Willas." He dropped titles entirely, wanting the full force of his words to sink in. 

"The right?" he repeated, sounding slightly shocked, before laughing, putting a hand on Willas' shoulder after showing him his open palm for a moment, making sure Willas knew he meant not to hurt him. "You Tyrells are all the same," he said, taking care to make his words sound light, "With your convenient lack of remembrance that the banners flying over the throne have dragons on them, not roses. I can take those sorts of words from the mother of my children and from my - Lord Commander, but not as easily from my brother-in-law, do you understand?" his fingers tightened slightly in Willas' shirt. 

"Anyhow," he said, dropping his hand to his side, "I merely wanted to check in with you after your long journey. I wasn't sure who of your family had come - I'd only seen you and your wife's son." Glancing back up to where Eddard seemed to be hovering on the periphery, he smiled. "I've nothing against your Ned," he said, quietly, "A Targaryen knows best of all that bastards can do amazing things."

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I have not been to a wedding before so this will be educational as well my lord.

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Never been to a wedding?

Well, you have been missing out, my dear. I hope this will be memorable enough for your first time.