Aegon VIII Targaryen, King of the Seven Kingdoms.
Aegon the eighth of his name was tapping his right foot rapidly as he heard all of the petty crimes and petitions of court. It was his duty as king to hear these boring and ultimately necessary things. Sometimes Aegon wished his older brother Rhaegar had taken the throne instead of becoming a maester then he could enjoy living the high life with no responsibilities. But alas he was now the king.
"Your grace?"
Aegon was shook from his thoughts. "Sorry Tyrion, I was in a daze what were we discussing?" The throne room was now empty with only Hand of the King Tyrion IX Lannister and spy master Lucas Waters. Tyrion was a small man as were all the Lannisters since they hailed from a dwarf and Lucas was a tall skinny man with light brown hair and a snake like face.
"We were discussing the recent reports of Dragon's Bay, we have reports the masters have recently started the old unsullied armies again." Lucas said.
"And how concrete are these reports, I do not wish to be chasing ghost stories." Aegon stated firmly.
"There are ten spies that all say the same thing, if you wish to question them yourself than you are more than welcome to." Lucas retorted with a smirk.
Aegon didn't have that type of patience to question right now "If these reports are true than I will reign dragon fire upon them." Aegon said with triumphant "I will discuss more of this with my cousin at the festival of the dawn, if the masters are training unsullied than we are going to need all the manpower we can muster."
"I would also like to speak with him, considering he is to marry my daughter." Tyrion said.
"Please do not hurt my cousin to much, he may be the blood of the dragon but he still soft" Aegon japed.
"At the festival then" Tyrion said.
"Is that all then?" Aegon asked.
Tyrion shifted in his seat "Actually there is one other matter, your grace."
"What is it?"
This time Lucas spoke up "The lack of your possession of a wife, your grace."
Aegon sighed and grabbed the bridge of his nose "Must we discuss this now?"
"The sooner you have an heir the better." Tyrion said.
Aegon sighed again and sunk in the iron throne "Who is requesting this time?"
"Rona Tyrell, your grace." Lucas said.
"The new queen of thorns?" Aegon was reluctant to accept that marriage.
"She is the apart of the second richest family in Westeros." Tyrion said. "And from what I hear her beauty rivals her ancestor Margery Tyrell."
Aegon thought for a moment. On one hand she was his age, very rich, and easy on the eyes but her family has a tendency for having ulterior motives. "Send a raven." Aegon said reluctantly