Arianne POV

'Arianne, they request your presence in the Chamber of the Painted Table.'

Arianne sighed and closed her eyes, breathing in a final breath of fresh air. She could still smell the salt from the sea, she could never escape that, but the scent of sulphur and smoke had been replaced by the smell of pine. Though there was no sun, the clouds were still brighter than anything that could be found inside the tomb that was called Dragonstone.

'You mean demand', she said to Ser Daemon.

'I think it's important though', her old friend admitted.

'Isn't it always? Why bother calling a meeting elsewise?' she asked, opening her eyes and turning around.

Daemon Sand had paled since they first set sail to meet Aegon over three months ago. Curiously, his light brown hair had darkened, providing his lovely handsome face with a new kind of contrast she quite liked. But I am watched here in a way I never was in Dorne. There, unless I tried to marry, father only bothered to meet me twice a year. Alas, no more sleeping with my dear friend. Or any other handsome man.

'Are you alright?'

Arianne smiled. 'Why wouldn't I be? I'm realising every goal I wanted.' Only realising her goals didn't feel as amazing as she'd expected.

'And I'm a knight, my childhood dream, yet I have good days and bad days', her friend said, reading her faint smile for the ruse it was. She could do a better job at pretending, but why bother with her friend?

'Father sent me a letter.'

She took the letter out of a pocket in her dress. It had been hastily made to withstand the icy cold. It wasn't very pretty, but it was warm and practical. She tapped the rolled up letter against her hand.

He'd asked her to send him a raven whenever she had news back when she left right at the start of the seventh month. However, he didn't ask her out of fatherly worry, it had been to report news back to him. He had not dared to take action against the Lannisters in months due to news getting distorted by the time it arrived in Dorne. Or that was the excuse he used. He'd always been bad at undertaking action, if you asked Arianne. His plans took years, and they'd never been successful. Marrying her to Viserys? Hadn't worked. Marrying Quentyn to Daenerys? An epic failure.

Somehow, she had believed he would react with pride when he heard about everything she'd arranged. She was checking off his plans one by one. Marrying a Targaryen. Reinstating a Targaryen on the throne. Killing the Lannisters. All of the things her father had wanted for a decade would be realized before the year was through.

But he hadn't been happy. He'd been worried. That stung more than anything.

He thought it was all planned and arranged recklessly fast. Despite it being the same plans he'd had. He had told Arianne that if she sent word, he would rally his armies. He had told her he wanted Arianne as queen of Westeros. In just three months she had arranged a war and a queenship for herself. He should be applauding her.

'He wants me to return home now that the deals are made. Especially with Quentyn's death. He doesn't even think it's wise for me to marry or go to King's Landing before the war is over.'

'He worries for you.'

'Don't defend him', Arianne bit. 'He could never offer me a good husband in the three-and-twenty years of my life or give me a task in Dorne so I could feel useful. I will neither delay my marriage or stop my involvement here. I refuse to be like him and sit around all day, scheming but doing nothing. I will not become an old maid. And I will not be a queen who leaves the men to arrange everything related to war.'

'You could never be an old maid, it requires a certain something you lost a long time ago', Ser Daemon snorted.

'Whoops', Arianne smiled. 'Well, let's get going then. Those stairs aren't going to climb themselves.'

'I wish they would', Daemon said. 'I miss Dornish architecture.'

She missed the bright and airy rooms as well. She gave him an understanding smile before looking up from the woods.

Both grimaced when they looked at the tall dark castle, knowing it would take them over fifteen minutes to climb all the steps to the meeting room. The Stone Drum towered above the entire castle, proud and intimidating. The Chamber of the Painted Table was a round room on the top floor of that tower. Although its walls were of black stone, the four giant directional windows made it one of the lightest rooms on Dragonstone. Not that that said a lot.

'Let's just get going', Arianne decided.

On the stairs to the top, they met Garibald Shells and the Estermont who were also on their way. On an in-between level, Arianne saw the three Peakes.

'Not invited?' she drawled.

They shot up, ale sloshing over the edges of their tankards.

'We are. We were just coming!' said the youngest. As Arianne and Daemon continued their way up, she heard the Peakes stumbling into action below.

'Arianne!'

Aegon briskly walked towards her from where he'd been talking to Jon Connington. The older man gave her a dark look, his once blue hair currently looking a wilted green, only adding to his sour complexion.

She'd been right when she guessed Connington would not have been an easy man to win over to her side, but she had not expected the iciness that had been there from the start. He hadn't wanted Aegon to marry her, despite that it was the most logical decision on earth that she would want to be repaid for the Dornish loyalty with a crown. Since then, Arianne could swear he was annoyed every time Aegon talked to her. The man was oddly possessive.

'Yes?' Arianne smiled.

'Can we talk in private? I wanted to talk to you first, immediately after we got the news, but Jon insisted the full war council had to be called due to the nature of the news. Still, given… I knew that I needed to talk to you to give you a heads up.'

Given what? Arianne swallowed, her smile dropping as she and Aegon walked past the fifty foot long table that held the largest map of Westeros on the entire continent.

Aegon moved his hand through his hair, a gesture Arianne knew to be a sign of his nerves. When her brow dipped with worry, he flashed her a comforting smile. She was reminded he read her as well as she him when he did that.

'So', she said.

'The letter was from Daenerys.'

It was like a tidal wave had collided with the Stone Drum, rocking the foundations underneath Arianne's feet so hard she didn't know what was up and down anymore. She could hear the rushing of the sea in her ears.

Daenerys Targaryen, the queen across the Narrow Sea Quentyn had gone to. Whose dragons had burnt her brother after she denied his proposal.

The wave drowned her composure.

'What does she want?' she snapped. She didn't care this was Aegon's aunt. Since Daenerys left a city in need and had feral dragons who killed her own kin, she was more like the Mad King than Rhaegar.

'She's coming to Westeros', Aegon replied. 'Apparently, she had left the city because someone tried attacking her dragon. She then went to the Dothraki Sea and there gained the support of the biggest Khalasar on earth. A khalasar is a horde of Dothraki.'

'Why does she want to come now? She wasn't interested in the crown of Westeros when my brother proposed to her.'

'Before I left, I sent a letter to Meereen explaining I would be trying to gain the Iron Throne and hoped to unite our forces one day. I don't know if that is what did it. But she's coming. With her dragons, her khalasar and her freed fighters. This is great news for us.'

'Unless her dragons burn us', Arianne bit.

'Fire can't kill the dragon.'

'You are aware that multiple Targaryens died by fire?' Arianne asked.

'Yes, but I mean… They're supposed to recognize me, aren't they? I am a Targaryen, the blood of her brother.'

Yes, and half the blood of Princess Elia, who had come from the same womb as Prince Doran. And apparently that blood was only good for roasting. Arianne wondered whether there was a magic percentage of blood one needed to have to tame a dragon. Technically, every non-incest marriage created a child that was only half Targaryen. So many generations down the line, the blood of the dragonriders had to be quite diluted. While on the other hand, many families now had Targaryen blood by marrying into the family. Princess Daenerys herself, so long ago, had married a Dornish prince. But that had not been enough to save Quentyn.

'Perhaps you will be safe, yes. But what about the rest of us?' Arianne asked.

Aegon winced.

'I would not let anyone harm my men.'

'What will you do against a dragon? What will you do against a person who wields three dragons capable of murdering men? If she comes with the intention of taking the crown, nothing will stop her.'

'That is what we will be discussing', Aegon said.

Arianne huffed. 'What? The odds of her turning our armies to ash before we can even use them?'

'No', Aegon protested. 'On whether or not to wait for her.'

'I just don't want all your effort to go to waste', Arianne said, trying the soft approach when it became clear he wouldn't stand to reason. 'You worked so hard for this. She's a wildcard. We don't know whether she'll help us or not. Meanwhile our success depends on our speed. We need the edge of surprise and speed, ruining that part of our odds for someone of whom we aren't even sure will help our cause seems like such a risk', Arianne said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Aegon looked at her thin hand with many rings on his shoulder, he looked doubtful.

'We're each other's last family members. Why does everybody keep saying she'll refuse me everything?'

'Who is everybody?' Arianne asked.

Aegon looked away.

'A man I once met, we saved him from the river. A dwarf by the name of Ty-'

Arianne didn't need more letters to finish the last part of the name. 'Tyrion Lannister was in Essos?' Arianne asked. The voices grew louder behind her back. She had little time left to convince him. She couldn't focus on this.

'Never mind. Listen. I know she's your aunt. But she'll still be your aunt after we put you on the throne. There's a place for her in King's Landing. And you're right, she should still love you after you take back the throne that belongs to your father, shouldn't she?' she said, tracing her thumb across his cheek while giving him the most comforting smile.

Aegon threw her a torn look, but his eyes moved beyond her face.

'Oh, everyone's here', he said. He looked back to Arianne. 'We have to get started.'

Arianne hid her annoyance behind a smile. She must be losing her touch. Usually, she was great at convincing men. No matter. Aegon was only one voice. She could still try and sway the council.

Aegon sat himself in front of the location of Dragonstone on the map table, in the precise raised seat his ancestor Aegon the Conqueror had taken as he planned the invasion of Westeros centuries ago. Arianne sat down right beside him before anyone else could. To his left, as Connington had already taken his right.

'Be seated, everyone, we have a lot to discuss.'

The youth beside her instantly transformed into a ruler. He had to become more consistent in his act, Arianne thought. People also watched him when he wasn't leading a meeting. At the moment though, he was surrounded by people who looked supportive.

'My friends, my allies, good news arrived today. Black Balaq and his two thousand men and two elephants are now comfortably installed at Rosby.'

Aegon took out his sword, and pointed it at Rosby, where two elephants and some wooden army figures stood.

'Our friends from the Riverlands are now collecting their bannermen. We can expect them to start terrorizing and distracting the Lannister army in less than a couple of days.'

He moved his sword more to the north of the map, showing the estimated locations of the Lannister army alongside the keeps that were currently occupied or in the hands of allies.

'Finally, our land army has sent an update. The soldiers have prepared enough ladders and catapults to make the siege possible. Alright, that were all the army updates. Under normal circumstances, we should be able to commence our attack by the last day of the month.'

The faces around the table looked cheerful, or at the very least pleased, most of the older men looked like they had forgotten how to smile decades ago.

'I say should… Because the exact date is a question. I need to make sure everything is arranged before we start. If it takes some more days for all our men to be in the right positions, so be it… But –'

Now she noticed the older men frowning.

'I have the possibility to save many men from dying. My aunt, princess Daenerys, has sent word that she is coming to Westeros with her dragons. Her dragons would offer us the ability to strategically attack the Red Keep, minimizing civilian casualties and our own men. The city will surrender sooner when they see dragons, I'm sure. And they will accept our reign sooner than they will if we kill many of their fellows.'

'Didn't she murder hundreds?' a Peake asked.

'Her dragon murdered Prince Quentyn', Daemon said.

'It would seem prudent to wait, to spare our men', offered Harry Strickland.

Arianne tried not to give him a sour look. She'd noticed over the past few weeks he was very careful about going into battle. He seemed a bit sentimental and past his prime to Arianne. His belly was round and Chain had told her he'd had a favourite war elephant for the Warrior's Sake! She couldn't imagine a soldier crying over a dead horse.

'I can see the reason of this, but also the danger', mused Mathis Rowan.

Ah, that sounded sensible, and Lord Rowan had often said useful things in the past.

'Tell us, Lord Rowan', Arianne invited when Aegon didn't make a move to guide the conversation. She was not the leader of the war council, but speaking up cemented her presence as his future wife and fellow ruler. If she was silent for too long on too many topics, people would start to see her as a subservient wife, which was not her plan at all. 'We can use all the input we can have.'

'I shall never object to waiting for better tools so we can spare men and the common people. But did I remember incorrectly or did Princess Daenerys name herself queen some time ago?'

His eyes told Arianne that he knew he wasn't misremembering, he was just being polite by asking.

'She did', Arianne said. 'She called herself queen. And not only of the territories she conquered across the Narrow Sea.'

'But that was before she knew Aegon existed, no one knew', said Duck.

'Daenerys Targaryen did not write saying she was coming over to assist her nephew in taking the throne. She wrote that she was coming with her dragons, and wanted to reclaim the lands of her family', Jon Connington said, his voice low but loud. Everyone silenced and listened, and afterwards a coin could be heard dropping.

Ah. For once, they were allies. He was also opposed to Daenerys.

'I say, and that is with a lot of respect for your aunt, Your Highness, that you should take the throne', Aurane Waters suggested. 'You have a decently sized army and a good fleet. Our odds of taking King's Landing are good. I say we go ahead with the plan. I don't know your aunt. But if I had dragons and there was no one I liked on the throne, I would grab it myself instead of helping someone else become king. Why become princess when you can become queen?'

The pirate was more outright than anyone else. But perhaps it was a good thing he saw the exact danger Arianne did. It spared her the need of being rude to Aegon's family. Although the way he said it. Arianne wanted to sink away into her chair. Vying for queenship because she wasn't satisfied with being a princess was exactly what she herself was doing.

'Your grace', a mellow voice pleaded. Arianne's eyes moved to the side. Diagonally across Aegon, the Spider had situated himself, looking harmless in soft pink clothes. 'I am ecstatic to hear that your aunt is doing well and will be joining us soon. I kept tabs on her all these past years, as a good friend of mine kept watch over her and her brother Viserys for years, even taking them in when needed. It is her birth right as a child of King Aerys to become a princess of Westeros and take a place at your court. But you, your grace, being the son of the crown prince, deserve to go before her. It is the order of succession. She and her dragons will help you assert your claim. No one will dare to doubt it when they are threatened with fire. But you need not hold back your attack for her. Your grace, I know ways to get us in and out of the castle walls without a long siege. We have it planned that our storm troops cover the soldiers that get into the tunnels with me under the guise of climbing the walls. We shall open the gates for your troops. It will not be without casualties but there will not be thousands. Although it speaks of your benevolence that you care so much for every single soul, may I also add that a victory won by a dragon might feel illegitimate? While it shall leave no doubt about your heritage if you arrive in King's Landing by dragon, some will think you did not do the conquering, but that the dragon did it. Showing your military prowess and mind will make people respect you more. And their respect for you will already be high after you allow the Lannisters to surrender the city for some days.'

Arianne was relieved she did not have to do the heavy lifting. Many supported her. She nodded along with Varys, showing her approval. But the Spider's honeyed words are dangerous. His tongue is as smooth as his cheeks. He whispered in every king's ear since Aerys, and each and every one had died. Not that she put the blame on the Master of Whisperers for every murder. However, he was known to whisper twisted things. Anyone with such a smooth tongue was instantly distrusted by Arianne.

'Will she not be upset with me for going ahead without her?' Aegon wondered.

'One might say that if you go ahead, you'll be able to give your aunt the warm welcome she deserves after her arduous journey', Arianne smiled.

'She would though, perhaps, be a bit unhappy. She comes here and finds her relative has not waited for her to share the victory, or his marriage. She might find herself wondering why her nephew would hurry to arrange everything so soon before her arrival, as if he didn't want to include her in anything. Neither the marriage agreements nor the court.'

Arianne bit her cheek. Jon Bloody Connington. She knew he wanted to save Aegon for someone else but his aunt?

'She's married herself', Arianne protested. 'We're trying to appease the Faith. We will not appease them by having our new king enter a marriage with a bigamist. Besides, personally, I would be angry if I came here after a long journey only to discover someone arranged a whole lot of things for me without asking my opinion.'

A couple of heads hesitantly nodded their heads from left to right, showing their hesitant agreement to both her and Connington. This was how it always was. Cowards, Arianne thought.

Jon Connington drew his lips between his teeth.

'We should be wary of provoking the owner of three dragons. Let us wait, at least. She'll be here soon enough. She'll want some say in who her nephew marries and who will rule her father's kingdom.'

Daenerys was literally the youngest of them all, why was her input needed? Arianne was the oldest cousin by almost a decade, and Aegon had three years on her. The dragons, that was the only reason. And perhaps, because Jon Connington really didn't want Arianne to marry Aegon.

She didn't understand. She knew he wanted Aegon to marry a girl of another part of the realm to force some sort of cohesion and garner control over a possibly unruly territory. It didn't make sense for him to marry Aegon to Daenerys, it was no different than him marrying Arianne. It was even worse, since Arianne would marry Aegon and award him with Dornish support while Daenerys could give him nothing but sellswords and dragons. She would not give him the true allegiance of a region.

He fears the dragons, Arianne realizes. He knows her dragons can kill, and he wants to appease her once she gets here by offering the throne they had quickly seized before she could take it with her dragons. It would be a way to keep Aegon in power even though Daenerys could technically take the throne by force.

If she burns Rhaegar's son after he has heroically saved the people, everyone will be out for her blood. She'll never get their loyalty, Arianne reasoned. That would be the dumbest move in the history of politics.

'Indeed, so let us not decide anything for her until then', Arianne smiled sweetly, shooting Connington a look that said "that includes not matching her with Aegon". Jon Connington just turned away from her, without giving her a glance. Arianne deflated, covering her eyes with the palms of her hands. This could ruin her plan. If this fickle Targaryen princess decided she didn't like Arianne, just like her father Aerys had disliked Elia, it was entirely possible Arianne's armies would be used without the reward of her becoming his queen.

'Good, that's decided. We continue our plans to take King's Landing', Aegon said.

In the distance, at the height of Winterfell, someone coughed. Arianne peered into the distance.

'Yes?' Aegon asked.

'Your grace, what about… them?' Harry Strickenland asked, waving his hand at the troops of King Stannis around Winterfell.

'They're too far away to affecr King's Landing', Aegon dismissed with a handwave. 'We'll deal with them afterwards. Now, everyone involved in the attack on King's Landing, I want updates', he ordered.

Strickenland talked about the battering rams and shields they had prepared for beating down the gate if Varys' tunnel plan went slower than expected. Lord Rowan explained how he'd composed his legions so the army racing through the tunnel existed of the fastest men who were the best at direct combat. Then Jon Connington explained the part the Stormlanders would take, pushing catapults to the proximity of the walls, carrying ladders and engaging on a large front to distract the royal soldiers while luring the attention away from Rowan's soldiers who'd be entering through the tunnels. The charge was to be supervised by Connington, but the divisions would be under the control of several Stormlords who joined their cause. Arianne zoned off when subdivisions were listed and micro offenses were discussed. She didn't care. They had the bigger number. Nobody would get to King's Landing in time. King's Landing was all but secured.

She was getting a headache from actual problems. Daenerys Targaryen with a rival claim to the throne. Daenerys Targaryen who could potentially steal her place as queen on Aegon's side. Man-eating dragons. Aegon wanting to charge into battle with a grand total of one kingsguard. Becoming the ruler of Westeros in winter. It was a curse, summer kings were always better liked. There were more ideal circumstances than inheriting a country in winter after three years of uninterrupted wars.

'Why?'

'Because it is literally your responsibility', Connington groaned.

Arianne looked up. Did someone aside from her get on his nerves?

It was one of the company members. Lorimas Mud.

'Yeah see, usually, when I get a responsibility, I get paid. But now…'

The man paused dramatically.

'I sent my lovely bride, asking for a date for our wedding. But see… Thing is… She's already promised by her father. We are working our asses off with no true rewards in sight.'

Arianne closed her eyes. Bloody hells. They should've seen this coming. They had just promised people to each other, sometimes without even a family member present. They could have easily missed such things. In most cases it wouldn't matter. The Westerland families who had always supported the Lannisters would not get any say in the marriages. Those were needed to ensure their loyalty. But Mud was promised to a cadet branch of the Ladybrights from the mountains. Arianne could not undo a marriage agreement from a loyal Dornish house.

'We'll figure this out later. Right now I'd like to hear more about –' Jon Connington started, but he was interrupted.

'I'm actually agreeing with him. You have it easy, Lord Hand, you're assured of your position and wealth. Never heard of a hand living in Cheapside. But a soldier that gets discarded after war? That's a story I heard many times before', a lordling from the Riverlands spoke.

Were people truly this foolish, Arianne wondered. She shouldn't be surprised. Of course Jon Connington's desire to hear more about the plans was more important. Without a solid plan to conquer King's Landing all the reward arrangements were nothing more but wishes and dreams. If Aegon didn't win the Iron Throne, he would never be able to reward even a single person.

This is why Westeros is a political mess. Everyone only ever thinks about themselves and their own goals and desires. They didn't even manage to find enough Kingsguard members. It was an honourable position but everyone wanted a marriage and a keep. Arianne wished there were more military-oriented bastards and second sons in the houses that sided with them. For them a Kingsguard position would be a perfect and dignified job with many perks they would otherwise never get. Unless all other men in their families died.

'I am not a liar', Aegon breezed. 'You'll get another one. But right now we are not discussing that.'

'Indeed', Arianne said, nodding at Aegon to show her support. 'We were talking about my cousins. Lord Varys?' Arianne asked, turning to the eunuch.

Lord Varys calmly looked around the table, drawing an eyebrow as if to dare the rowdy criers to make another peep. Nobody dared talk anymore, though there were many frowns and crossed arms.

'Yes, your grace. As I was saying. Lady Nym has written to me. She and lady Tyene have tried out the description of the tunnels I gave them. It took them several attempts but they always found a way out of the tunnels if they got lost, and most importantly, found the way out of the city walls in the end. They've mapped out the tunnels they have to take to get to the rooms of the people they have to evacuate. All important people can get out of the palace safely. If they need to be evacuated.'

'If King Tommen and his mother have any sense of honour, they shall surrender the city and the palace so no blood has to be shed', Aegon said. 'I think it would be a magnificently powerful sign if the gates are opened for me and everyone will still be in place in the castle.'

Bless the boy, he was a convinced optimist.

'One of my little birds told me Queen Cersei has not taken the news of your coronation all too well, your grace. She has locked everyone in the castle, and has ordered Lord Mace to call all soldiers back from the Riverlands. She's also demanded all armies come and defend the capital.'

Aegon grinned, looking very happy.

'That works for me. As powerful as a surrender would be to show their weakness, defeating them in open battle will show Westeros the strength of the dragon.' Aegon cracked his knuckles. 'My sword is ready.'

'Resistance was to be expected, we were never counting on surrender, only hoping for it', Connington said in a calmer manner. 'But her desired armies will never reach King's Landing. But speaking of Reach… those might come in time. Only not on the side she's expecting.'

'If she lets those armies in, it'll be all the easier for us because then they can start killing everyone from inside', Archibald Yronwood smiled.

'Weren't you paying attention? Nobody would ever open the gates during a siege, not even for support. From the perspective of Queen Cersei, she's in the castle and you're up against the walls. She'll want the Reach army to lock in this one between the walls and the swords of the Reach', Lord Rowan spoke.

'Right. And the army of the Reach will be commanded by…'

'Me, of course', Lord Rowan sighed. 'I'm the highest ranked commander from the Reach outside King's Landing. Are you even paying attention?'

'I just got here two days ago!' the young man protested. He'd come straight after Quentyn's funeral to tell Arianne everything and offer his services. Idle minds were great places for grief to fester, so he sought an occupation.

We're going so fast in an attempt to outrun King's Landing mobilising, but perhaps we're running too fast for our own people to keep up. Arianne waved the worry away. By the day of the landing, everyone would know what to do.

When the meeting was over, Aegon begged Arianne to stay behind.

'They're turning to our side. I've been king for just a few days and they are already recognizing my authority. House Clifton has bowed to me today', Aegon grinned.

Arianne remembered that Queen Cersei had accused someone named Clifton of fornicating with queen Margaery. She hadn't heard of the man since.

'She's losing the support of her own homelands', Arianne smiled. 'Good news indeed.'

'Exactly', Aegon cried, taking Arianne's hands.

Arianne put on her sweetest smile. For him this was just a matter of learning to fight and leaning back while others planned his ascension. Meanwhile, she was thinking of everything Daenerys Targaryen could ruin.

'That was quite something, huh?' he asked her.

'I've had more fun afternoons.'

'Yeah, so did I. All that endless discussing. I wish people would just focus and do what was asked of them.'

Arianne nodded empathically.

'I'm sorry, by the way.'

'What for?' Arianne asked.

The boy hesitated, his eyes focussing on their united hands.

'I know you wanted to marry. I want it too… A lot. But it's just a few weeks. Don't we deserve a majestic ceremony in the Great Sept of Baelor?' he asked. 'The weeks will fly by, I promise, and then, we'll get to spend our evenings in a… well… more enjoyable manner. And I heard it can be very enjoyable.'

Did he think she was nervous and frowning because she was saddened by the delayal?

'Oh Aegon', she sighed.

Did he think she was a virgin? I heard it can be very enjoyable. She knew it definitely could. Oh no, was he a virgin?

'I'm looking forward to it too', she smiled.

Married to a virgin. How Tyene would laugh that she of all people found the one virgin husband in Westeros. Oh Tyene, how Arianne missed her. Just a few weeks. Then she'd see her again. And who knows, perhaps if Jon Connington truly got in the way of Arianne marrying Aegon and succeeded in forcing him together with Daenerys, Tyene could solve the problem.

Nobody put aside Arianne Martell.

She'd come here with two goals.

She would reach them both.

She lifted Aegon's hands and kissed them.

Let Connington try and convince Aegon to marry someone else.