War came and war went, and Aegon had found himself seated upon a throne of swords. The Iron Throne, they had decided to call it, and it was a treacherous beast. The Dragonlord sat upon it with ease, high above the rest of the throne room. He heard the people’s pleas, granted some their wishes and granted others to leave with their lives. A wise king, he was, and a fair ruler. The job did not come without its worries, but he had found himself feeling confident in his leadership.He had heard the people’s pleas for the day, and found himself in the yard with his great warriors who had survived the War of the Conquest. He sparred with the best of them, though Aegon was a better warrior than all of them. Light on his feet, but with the strength of a dragon, they liked to say. He had finished sparring with a lad of eight-and-ten years— a good match, it was, but his youth showed. Aegon gave him a few words of compliment anyway. “One day, you will be better than all of us, lad. Trust me.”It was then he noticed his sister on the other side of the yard, sparring with a man twice her size. Most would not guess the woman to win such a battle, but soon, the man was on his back in the dirt with the blunted practice sword at his throat. “I think she beat ‘ya, mate,” Aegon laughed, and the man looked a bit embarrassed. Soon, he was off to find someone more suitable to practice with, and Aegon turned to his sister. “Keep that up and you’ll be making men use tears as a weapon, as our lovely Rhaenys does.”He offered her a grin, and her comment only made him smile further. Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon. The best one is between her legs. It almost made him laugh. Surely, Rhaenys knew this philosophy better than Visenya. His younger sister used both her tears and her sexuality to sway men and kings alike—— unlike Visenya, who would rather press Dark Sister to someone’s neck. When Aegon had told Rhaenys of his plans to marry her to the Heir to Dorne, Loren, she had used both tears and sex to try to change his mind. But now, the Martells were only a few days from arriving in King’s Landing, and Aegon would make his final decision on whether to marry his lovely sister in trade for kingship over Dorne. Rhaenys had tried to sway him many times, but he was set on at least meeting the Martells before he chose what to do.
