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Another dragon, another wolf, another stag

Chapter 34: Aegon

"Talking"

"Thinking"

(Location: King's Landing)

Aegon stared hard at both his parents. They stood alone in the Small Council chamber with the table standing between them. "I can't believe that you would do this!" he told them. "How can you not see that it is hypocrisy of the highest level?" They were going to marry Rhaenys off to the man she loved but he had to marry Margaery Tyrell? How he wanted to howl at the injustice of it.

But his parents were resolute. "You don't wish to see your sister and brother happy, Aegon?" asked Mother. "Surely you can see how much they loved each other."

He didn't care about that. It was beside the point. "What about my happiness?" he demanded. "What about the one I love?"

Father came around the table to him. He placed his hands on his shoulders. "My son, your love belongs—"

"No!" he snapped, shaking off the hands. "No, I am sick of this lie that you have been trying to force feed me. I do not love Margaery Tyrell. I have never loved Margaery Tyrell. I will never love Margaery Tyrell. The one I love is Mya Stone, and you both know it!" He couldn't it more obvious if he had tried!

Mother's eyes were kind and sympathetic. "We have never denied who you claim to love, Aegon," she said. "We have only denied what you want from her. If you do love her like you claim, than the solution is simple."

He realized what she was suggesting. She meant it to sooth his conscious. It didn't. In fact, he was angered even more. "You mean make her my whore."

She shook her head. "No, not your whore," she said, "Your paramour."

"We are not in Dorne, Mother. I could dress it up however I would like but the people, highborn and low, would call her a whore. She already suffers enough for being Robert Baratheon's child. I will not make her suffer any more than that."

Father was solemn as he said, "Aegon, you cannot break faith with the Tyrells for what you want. They have given the crown good faith throughout the years. It must be repaid."

"They have given what is expected of them. We gain nothing from marrying them except what they want. But if I marry Mya, it would help mend our ties with the Stormlands, the same as our ties with the North in Rhaenys's marriage." He could see the political outcome of that marriage and he wouldn't dispute it. What he did dispute was the thought that it was happening for the sake of love.

Father listened. When Aegon was done, he spoke. "You've thought about this."

"I have." He hoped that they would listen to what he offered.

But the king remained resolute. "Despite what you wish could happen, Aegon, nothing can be changed. You will not marry Mya Stone."

Anger and outrage poured through his blood. He could not believe that they would still do this. They had to have seen how many Tyrells were in the capital just when Margaery had come for the official betrothal alone! But they were going to let Rhaenys marry who she wanted? "I cannot believe that my family is this hypocritical!" he shouted at them both.

"Aegon," Mother said. Her voice had a slight edge and her eyes narrowed. That was usually enough to tell her two children that she was angry with them.

But he didn't stop. "No, Mother! You are hypocrites, both of you! You will let Rhaenys marry the one she claims to love but you will willingly damn me to a marriage that I don't want! It's hypocritical!" He could feel his blood burning with in rage and anger. He didn't care to stop it.

"This will not change, Aegon," Father said sternly. "You will marry Margaery Tyrell. It is a promise that has been made between our two houses. It must be kept. You must keep it! It is your duty as the crown prince!"

"I! DON'T! CARE!"

SMACK!

Aegon found himself on the floor, his cheek singing with pain. He wasn't sure what had just happened. He touched his cheek and hissed from the pain he felt there. He looked up at his father lowering his hand. His father had struck him, actually struck him. That was something he had never done before. He was stunned by the action.

"You must care, Aegon," Father told him. "I understand what you want. I do. But we are royalty. We have a duty to the Seven Kingdoms and I will not have you fail that duty. Aegon V's sons shirked their duties and caused the beginnings of our house's downfall. That downfall was averted by our winning the rebellion and that was because their full force was not against us. We have done what we can to mend the ties but Westeros still stand precariously on the edge. If you marry Mya Stone, you will tip Westeros over that edge. Will you do that, Aegon?"

He stood back up and glared hard at his father. "It's already been tipped, Father. You did with your actions at Riverrun."

The king's eyes hardened. "I did what had to be done to bring your brother back to us. This isn't about him. It is about you, Aegon. If you will not answer my question, then this discussion is over. You are dismissed." The tone in his voice showed how final his words were.

Aegon wanted to keep arguing, keep protesting, but the dismissal was clear. He walked out of the room. He wanted to stomp out but it would only show much of a child he was. He refused to give his parents that satisfaction. When he left the room, he kept walking. He didn't realize where he was going until he was almost there. By then, he didn't stop himself.

Ser Barristan stood guard at the door. "Your Highness," he greeted the prince. He didn't ask why he was there.

Aegon gave him a curt nod and walked through the door. He found Jon sitting at his parlor table along with Quentyn, Ser Daemon Sand, and Samwell Tarly. They looked like they were deep in a conversation that had all of their attentions. He took that moment to look at Jon, truly look at him.

Truth be told, he had doubts about who Jon Snow was. Try as he might, Aegon could not find anything that marked the bastard as a Targaryen. He looked for more than just their silver-gold hair or purple eyes. He tried to look for anything, mannerisms, the shape of his face, or the way he moved. Nothing the prince saw convinced him that Jon Snow was supposedly Daemon Targaryen. It was why he never referred to him as Daemon, at least privately.

The only truth that said he was came from the king and the queen. And while Aegon never knew his parents to be liars, the story they told about Lyanna Stark just seemed a little too far-fetched to be real. No matter what they said, the man who knew all of the truth was Eddard Stark.

"Perhaps that is why he will not come south," he thought to himself. "He sends his son to ride for war so he will not have to and be forced to answer the question." He was absolutely sure that Lord Stark and the northern lords supported what the Pack was doing at Riverrun. Varys's little birds reported that there was an army, almost 20,000 men, sitting at Riverrun. It was not possible for lords' sons to amass that many men just by themselves. Their fathers had to have given their blessings.

"Oh, Prince Aegon," said the Tarly boy. The four of them stood up from their table and turned to face him.

He walked over to the table and looked at them all. Quentyn and Ser Daemon did not look worried while Sam and Jon were concerned. "What are we discussing?" he asked them.

"The Long Night, coz," Quentyn told him. "Sam here had an interesting theory about how it ended."

"Oh? Do tell, Samwell Tarly."

The fat boy looked like he was about to piss his pants. "W-Well, your Highness," he began, sounding like he was trying to control his stuttering, "All the legends of the Long Night say that single person turned the tide and drove back the Others. But the name of that person is different with each legend. We have Azor Ahai, Hyrkoon the Hero, Eldric Shadowchaser, Neferion, and Yin Tar."

Some of those names he had heard, some he had not. "Very well," he said. "What do they have to do with your theory?"

"My…" He had to stop and breathe. Just how much of a craven was this boy? "My theory is that these aren't multiple names for one person but a name for each person."

Aegon could admit that it sounded interesting but he failed to see what made it so interesting. "How is that relevant?"

"His theory goes just a little further than that, Aegon," Quentyn spoke up. "He thinks that these people all came together and fought against the Others."

"They would the founders of the Night's Watch," Jon said, almost quietly so.

"Now I see it," Aegon thought. It did make a certain sense. But he had always known that a theory had people who believed it and people who didn't. "So, how many of you disagree with the theory?" he asked. "You were talking rather intently."

"Actually, we all agree with the theory," his cousin told him.

It was surprising to hear that but he didn't object. He waited for them to continue. Ser Daemon didn't disappoint. "We all found the tale plausible, your Highness. What we were talking about was the logistics of it."

"Since the Wall was made at the edge of the North, we must assume that's how the Others came to the rest of the world," Samwell explained. "We also think that the final battle took place somewhere around there. What we were trying to understand was how these people, from different places in the world, were able to come together and lead an army to drive off an enemy at this location." As he spoke, his stuttering and frightened nervousness faded away. He became more passionate about what he spoke. He enjoyed it.

"Tell me this," Aegon asked them all. "Why do you all agree with this theory? All the stories or songs I've heard say that a single person drove back the Others." Admittedly, he hadn't read a lot about the Long Night but what he had read told him that.

"The songs are nice and all," Ser Daemon answered. "But that's all they are, nice. They don't tell us what really happened. They don't tell us of who died or their names. They focus on the hero, leaving the rest to be shadow characters."

"It takes more than one person to truly make a change happen," Quentyn told him. He looked over at Jon. "What's that saying the Northmen have?"

"The Wall wasn't built in a day or by a person," he said.

Aegon remembered why he was here. "Would you all leave?" he asked, keeping his eyes on Jon. "I would like to talk to…my brother."

They all heard the tone in his voice. The Tarly boy looked at Jon with concern but left all the same with Quentyn and Daemon. When they were finally alone, Jon looked at him. "Is there something you need, my prince?" he asked.

The way he spoke, as a subordinate to a superior, made Aegon realize that he still didn't think of himself as a Targaryen. When the rest of the family thought they were making strides to welcoming him and making him a part of them, he still thought himself an outsider. Aegon didn't know if he should felt happy or sad at that. That questioning made him angrier. "I suppose you're happy about what's happened," he said.

His would-be brother looked at him with confusion. "Prince Aegon?"

"Don't pretend to be dull. You know full well what I'm talking about." He pointed an accusing finger at him. "This marriage with Rhaenys, you must be excited beyond belief about it."

Jon's eyes widened with realization. "Oh," he said, the word escaping his lips before he realized it. His face became a mask of neutrality. "Your Highness, I did not expect to be married to your sister—"

"But you wanted to, right?" Aegon asked, cutting him off. "You wanted to marry her. No, let's be realistic here. You wanted to fuck her."

He looked horrified. "Prince Aegon, that is your sister—"

"And supposedly yours too!" he cut the bastard off, "Or have you forgotten what the king has said? What the king has said must be the truth!" His voice was filled so much mockery, it was almost a wonder he didn't actually taste it. "He marries the two of you off, proclaiming it to heal the realm while he also knows that the two of you actually love each other! Meanwhile he keeps me in a betrothal to a woman I feel is going to drown by the time we're married and refuses to even see the benefits of letting me marry for love!"

He breathed a little heavily at the end, for he felt like he was using all of his energy to shout at the bastard. His breathing was the only that making noise in the room as they stared at each other. "Your Highness," Jon said, breaking the silence. "I did not ask for it."

"But you do love Rhaenys, don't you?"

"I…I…I don't know."

He stared at the bastard for the longest time. The anger bled out of him. "Sorry," he told Jon, truly meaning it. "I did not mean to take my frustrations with my father out on you."

Jon looked unsure, like he wanted to say something but stopped himself from doing so. Aegon waved at him, silently urging him to speak. He did. "Prince Aegon, if it's not Lady Margaery you love, who is it?"

"Mya," he said without hesitation. Jon didn't look surprised. "You already knew?"

"She told me. I don't think that she wants to marry you."

Anger boiled up at the insinuation. "How dare you say that?"

"Forgive me, your Highness. But I only speak of what I saw."

Aegon asked him with a voice full of scorn, "And what have you seen, hm?" He didn't say anything. It roused the anger even more. "You will not keep this from me when you have already said something. Speak!"

Jon was hesitant to speak but he speak he did. "She told me of how you want to marry her, my prince. When she did, I saw how uncomfortable she looked with the idea." He looked back at the table and the chairs. "Perhaps we should sit down? This does not feel like a conversation we should have on our feet."

The prince didn't know what kind of conversation it was. But the idea was good all the same. As he sat down, he did feel some of the anger he held boil down. But it hadn't vanished all together/ "What do you mean she looked uncomfortable?"

"Prince Aegon, have you ever considered what Mya feels about this situation?"

He opened his mouth but no sounds came out. He realized that Jon was right. For all his talk of loving Mya and wanting to marry her, she had never given him the same. She had always deflected his pursuits or pretended to ignore them. Whenever he tried to kiss her, she would avoid him or beg him to stop. He had never given them much thought. Perhaps he should've. "I haven't," he said. "If I loved her, I should have."

"Yes, your Highness."

"It's just…" He stopped himself from going any further. He didn't talk about how he felt for Mya. He just told everyone that he loved her and they ignored him. "She sees me for me, not as a prince or the heir to the Iron Throne. She looks at me and I know that she sees Aegon. She has a sensible head on her shoulders that refuses to allow me or Rhaenys to get too swelled with pride or ego. If she can help, she will."

"So her beauty isn't everything about it."

"No, of course not," he said, feeling a little insulted that Jon would even imply that. He wasn't some fool who fell in love with a girl just because she was a pretty face. He was the Crown Prince. He had to be better than that. But at the same time, denying that felt like an insult to Mya. "That's not to say she's not beautiful. She just doesn't flaunt it."

There had been plenty of ladies who did that at Riverrun, both daughters and mothers. The worse had been Tya Lannister and her mother. They were beautiful but they wielded it like a blunt weapon, shoving it in everyone's face. Margaery was more subtle in her beauty but it was still a weapon. Mya didn't use her beauty like they did. She didn't use it at all. Her inactions made her beauty more attractive to him.

Jon listened to everything he said. "It sounds like Mya would make a better friend than she would a lover," he remarked

Aegon thought differently. "I would rather have her be my wife. I know her. I barely know Margaery." And that was hardly his fault.

"…Prince Aegon, when Lord Eddard married Lady Catelyn, they were complete strangers to each other. But they built their lives together and in time, they loved each other."

He looked at his supposed brother. "Why are you telling me this?" He had seen how Lady Stark and Jon Dualfang avoided each other in Riverrun. That alone told him that they did not have a good relationship. But here he was, giving her praise. It was a little odd. And that made him suspicious.

"You are the same situation with Lady Margaery. There's not love now but there could be."

He immediately dismissed it out of hand. "If we married, she will drown me in roses. Have you seen how many Tyrells there are in King's Landing now?" And it wasn't even counting the men-at-arms and servants they brought with them. It felt like everywhere he looked he saw more gold roses than red dragons. "And what about Mya?" he asked Jon. "Even if we don't marry, I would want to do right by her."

"Then give what she's wants."

"What's that?"

"A name, an actual name," he said. "Do you know what I hoped for, back in Winterfell, even when I knew it would never happen?"

"No. What?"

"I hoped that my father would send a raven to the king, asking to legitimize me. I would daydream about how the king agreed and I would be granted the name Stark." He looked Aegon in the eye. "Would I be wrong to assume that she would like to have the name Baratheon?"

Something came to Aegon in that moment. He remembered Riverrun and the one time he held Mya in his arms. She had told him, "If I could ask one thing from the gods, it would be to make me a child of Stannis Baratheon instead of Robert." He couldn't speak for the gods, but perhaps there was another way for her to make it happen.

That night, he asked his family to join him for a dinner with both the Tyrells and the Baratheons. He sat at his father's side, across from both Jon and Rhaenys. He saw his would-be brother would look anywhere that wasn't his sister. His betrothed didn't sit with him but with her family. Her brother was glaring at Jon but he was being ignored. Aegon could see how only Jon had an inkling of what was going to happen next. The rest were clueless.

"King Rhaegar, has there been any news of my son at Riverrun?" asked Lord Mace. Tensions filled the air and a lot of eyes were being thrown at Jon.

Father shook his head. "I'm sorry, Lord Tyrell. There has been no news. Lord Varys's informants do not work that fast."

"Of course they don't. It's only been a day," Aegon thought to himself. The Spider might call them little birds but they were still human.

"Mace, I've told you not to ask foolish questions," Lady Olenna told her son.

He looked at her in shock. "Mother, I know you are worried just as much as I am!"

"Did I say that I wasn't? Do remember that Willas is under the custody of Robb Stark. If there is one thing I'm sure that green boy learned from his father, it was to be honorable, completely honorable."

Aegon looked at his parents. There was a spasm of anger across their faces at the mention of Lord Stark. "He might not be as honorable as people think," he mused, looking at Jon again.

"That is not what I am talking about, Mother!" Lord Mace told her. "I am concerned about how Prince Viserys told me that Willas and this…this…Greyjoy woman were becoming friendly!"

The whole table paused at that outburst. Aegon wondered if he heard that right. He had seen Willas Tyrell and Asha Greyjoy (he didn't know about any other Greyjoy woman) at Riverrun. They had spent some time talking and despite all the insults and veiled threats she threw at him, Asha did seem to like Willas.

"That is something to be worried about later, Mace. Now sit down," the Queen of Thorns told him one more time. "I am more interested in why we are here."

"That can be said for all but one of us, Lady Olenna," Mother told her.

Father turned his head. "Tell us, Aegon, why we are here."

"The moment of truth," Aegon thought to himself as he stood up from his chair. All eyes fell on him, even Mya. "I have thought about you said, Father, about how it is my duty to uphold the peace that Westeros has. And you are right."

"In what way?" he asked, obviously testing him.

He responded, "You are right in that I would not cast Westeros into chaos. I will do my duty. I will marry Lady Margaery Tyrell." He watched the Tyrells looked both relieved and satisfied at the same time. They must've thought that he had called this dinner to reject his betrothal. He glanced at Mya, standing behind Rhaenys. She didn't react.

"I am glad to hear that, my son. I—"

"Forgive me, Father, but I am not done." He steadied himself before he spoke again. This was it. "I will marry Lady Margaery, but not without some conditions."

The tabled stirred at that. The Tyrells were worried, Lord Stannis kept a blank face while his daughter was curious, and his family looked at him with curiosity. "What kind of conditions?" King Rhaegar asked him.

"Conditions that I believe you will be able to permit. I have one for you, one for Lord Baratheon, and two for Lady Margaery. With your permission, I will tell them."

He had no objection to it, spreading his hand out at the table. "Speak your condition, Aegon. What are they?"

"First, Lady Margaery." He looked to his betrothed. She smiled brightly and yet shyly at him. He didn't pay it any attention. "My first condition for you is this, my lady: when we marry, all the Tyrells and their household staffs who came with you to King's Landing shall leave for Highgarden."

"I see no problem with that condition, my prince," she told him, still wearing that smile. "Even though I will miss them, I am sure that my father and my brothers will be needed back in Highgarden."

"You mistake me, my lady. I was not talking about just your father or your brothers. All of your family, your mother, your grandmother, your cousins, your handmaidens, your servants, any and all who came to King's Landing with you will return to Highgarden." Recognition dawn upon her face and she looked at him with a growing look of horror. Her brother looked outraged at the idea. "You will have no need of them."

"You cannot be serious!" exclaimed Ser Loras.

"I am serious, ser. She will not be a Tyrell anymore once we are married. She'll be a Targaryen. There are plenty of people who will be able to support her here in the capital." He looked to his father. "King Rhaegar, the favor I ask of you is this: as a gift for my wedding, I want you to legitimize Mya Stone so she may have the name Baratheon."

This time, it was both Mya and Rhaenys who were stunned, his sister more so than her handmaiden. He could only tell that Mya was surprised by how her eyes widened. "And why should I grant this for her?" asked Father.

"She has served us faithfully for years, Father, and suffered insults for her parentage in silence. This is the least we can do for her." He looked at Mya's uncle. "Lord Stannis, I ask that you formally adopt Mya as your second daughter." Mya's eyes widened even more at that request. Lord Stannis did not say anything but his daughter was hopeful.

"And what if we refuse these conditions?" Lady Olenna asked him.

He looked at the Queen of Thorns. He had a feeling that she would speak up. He was ready for her. "If you refuse me these conditions, my lady, than I shall abandon my responsibilities and join the Night's Watch, leaving my sister to take the Iron Throne." Now it was his family's turned to look at him with shock and surprise. Jon looked the most horrified. Aegon knew why. If he did this and their marriage went through, Jon would be next in line to become king. It was something he obviously didn't want.

Lady Olenna didn't look that impressed. "I'm sure that your father won't let you run away like that, little boy."

He had thought of that too. "Then I will kill myself."

"Aegon!" said Mother, horrified. He ignored her. He kept his eyes on the Tyrell matriarch.

She did the same. She even laughed. "You say something like that you won't be able to kill yourself now, silly boy."

"There are many ways to get someone killed, Lady Olenna. The fact would remain the same: I would be gone, Rhaenys would sit the Iron Throne, and the Tyrells will have lost their chance at marrying into the royal family."

He looked at them all. "Allow me to be perfectly honest with you all: I've never wanted this marriage. I've told you all that countless times and you've ignored me, content to shove it down my throat. I will go through with this marriage but it will be on my terms and my terms alone."

"You would have me be taken away from all my family," said Margaery. "All, I've known."

"Yes," Aegon said bluntly. "That is what I want from you are to become my wife and a Targaryen. I want something else from you and that is my second favor."

"What else could you want from me?"

He looked right at her. "Promise me that you will never try to push your own agenda in court or for the realm. Never undermine me or stand against me. Do that and I promise you this: I will work beside you in ruling these kingdoms, I will look to you for help and advice, and I will love any child born to the both of us."

He fell silent, waiting for the response that was to come next. They all looked at him, trying to figure out if what he had said held any truth. He did not back down or change his words. He would not be moved. He glanced at Jon, who was doing his best to keep his eyes on the plate in front of him.

"I accept," said Lord Stannis, making all eyes fell on him. He did not move from his seat but he looked at them all. "I will accept Prince Aegon's condition. I hope that the king will see no reason to refuse the favor asked of him." He looked at King Rhaegar, his eyes not saying anything but there was a challengingly glint to them.

Aegon looked at his father, wondering what his reaction would be. The king looked at Lord Baratheon. "I find no objections, my lord. Prince Aegon has the right of it. Mya deserves something for recognition of her years of services. Legitimization is the least we can do."

Both turned their gaze to the Tyrells. Aegon watched them squirm and felt satisfied. "Now it's time for them to feel uncomfortable." The same he had felt uncomfortable since they came to King's Landing.

Lady Olenna looked ready to say something but her son beat her to it. "We accept these conditions," he said.

"Father!" protested Ser Loras.

He looked hard at his son. "Would you deny your sister this chance, Loras? I made her a promise that I would see a crown rest on her head. If that means we must remove ourselves from her life, so be it."

"But—"

"No, my son," he cut him off. "This will happen." His voice was sorrowful but resolute.

A strange thought came to Aegon in that moment. "What if Lord Mace isn't as stupid as he appears?" He was sure that the Tyrells would protest his conditions, even argue them. He had been prepared for them, just as he was prepared for the Queen of Thorns to lead the accusations. But he hadn't accounted for Lord Tyrell. He would have to watch that man more carefully now.

"Then we are in agreement," declared the king.

Mya put down the wine pitcher she held in her hands. "Your Grace," she said to Rhaegar, "If I may?"

He nodded once. "Yes, say what you wish, Mya."

She walked around the table. She approached Aegon. He wondered what she would do. It got his answer when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear. He was too stunned to say anything back. All he could do was return the hug.

He didn't object when she broke the hug. She walked down to the Tyrells and stood right behind Margaery. She did not say anything. She just waited. Margaery tried to ignore her but it proved to be too much. "Yes?" she finally asked, turning around to look at her.

"What's my name?" asked Mya.

Margaery frowned a little. She probably didn't think that something like this would happen. "It's Mya," she said quickly.

"Mya what?" she pressed.

Aegon's bride-to-be looked a little ill. He wasn't ashamed to say that he got a little pleasure from seeing that looking on her face. She didn't want to say what Mya wanted to hear but Stannis's niece would not move from her spot, eyes bearing down on her. "Baratheon," Margaery finally grounded out, "Mya Baratheon."

Mya smiled genuinely. "Thank you, Lady Margaery. I am glad that you finally remembered my name." She walked away, ignoring the fuming rose and her brother. As she walked back to the pitcher, Aegon noticed how Stannis was looking at the Tyrells. He had the slightest of smirks on his lips as he stared right at Mace Tyrell and his mother.

It was odd to see such an expression on the Baratheon, but Aegon knew why he was smirking. "He just had a small revenge for the siege of Storm's End." Well, he wasn't going to begrudge him that small satisfaction. After all, they had a dinner to enjoy.

End

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.

Sam's theory is something I personally ascribed to. I think that it was a group of people who ended the Long Night, not just one person. Once the threat was over, they would leave to go back home. There they would tell people of what happened. Give yourself time and the ego of a nation, suddenly all those other people fade away and your guy is the one who led the charge and ended the horror.

In case you were wondering, the ending was supposed to show that Mya is not a perfect person. If she was a better woman than Margaery, she would never have done that. Then again, it was the perfect attempt to rub her face in all the mockery she did over the years.

I've been reading all your reviews about where this story is going or not. All this fighting, name-calling, declarations and refutes, I can only say one thing to it all: feed me, I grow stronger from your conflict. This fighting is what spurs me on. So feed me!

And to my persistent guest reviewer, while I am glad that you enjoy Emergence of the Dragon, could you please stop putting reviews about it in this story? I know you're putting what story the review's for in the review but if you can't put it in the actual story, please wait for the next opportunity. It's why I've been removing your reviews. As for my updating that story, it has less of a priority than the three I'm already doing. I might've posted the story in June but I had been working on that thing for months.

I'll see you all next chapter!