The reason I'm uploading this chapter so soon is because I'll be spending the next couple days moving to my college so I probably won't have time to upload and write. Anyways this is just a short chapter about Aegon coming back from Harrenhal. Just a hint (spoiler alert?) pay close attention to Aegon's response to what Rhaenys tell him. It might seen insignificant now but it's going to come back to haunt you guys in a future chapter. I want to see how many of you guys will actually remember that one tiny little sentence. Anyways, enjoy this chapter and don't forget to leave a review! Also anonymous reviews are enabled.

Welcoming News

Visenya sat on top of a horse, her dragon sleeping lazily behind her with her knights forminga large ring in the open field outside the town of Duskendale. Inside the ring and kneeling directly in front of her were the lords of House Darklyn, House Rosby, and all the other minor lords of Crackclaw Point. They had come to surrender and offer their fealty to Aegon.

"Your swords please my lords," Visenya said sternly.

One by one, the lords pulled their swords out of their scabbards and laid them before her. They retreated trembling in fear, afraid of the monstrous beast that was asleep behind her. Visenya wished Aegon was here to witness such a sight.

"Good." She was pleased with the way things were going. "You will each contribute a hundred of your soldiers for King Aegon to use in his battles. You will keep only enough men to man your garrisons. Your remaining troops must be disbanded. Am I understood?"

The dragon snored and the lords began to panic. "Yes my lady." They wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Now leave." The lords bowed and scurried out of the circle, eager to return to their lands. Visenya smiled as she waved her hand and called a captain over. "Send these swords back to King's Landing. Tell the King that with his permission I would like to stay camped here for awhile to make sure the lords do he commands them."

"Yes my lady, it will be done," the captain replied with a bow.

Humming to herself Visenya climbed off her horse and walked into her tent, eager for a refreshing nap.

Upon his return, Aegon was greeted by Rhaenys, whom he immediately took into his arms. With only a smile, he carried her inside his massive command tent, leaving his servants and captains at a loss. However they knew better than to disturb him.

Rhaenys had never left his side before and Aegon had missed her during his trip. Once they were inside, they immediately undressed and went in bed. Aegon had ordered all sorts of delicacies and barrels of wine brought in and the two of them spent the morning making love and enjoying themselves. Even during war Aegon did not abandon his desire for pleasure – he believed a man needed to enjoy himself since he will never know when the end might be. The giggles, moans, and laughter were carried outside to the ears of the guards on duty, who could do little other than blush and smirk. Messengers and officials were turned away, as Aegon had specific orders that he was not to be disturbed.

Inside his tent, Aegon felt comfortably exhausted. He was lying on his side with Rhaenys cuddled next to him. One of his hands was stroking Rhaenys' hair while the other was massaging her breasts. He was listening to her report the flurry of activity that had been happening in King's Landing after he left. Construction of the forts has been going smoothly and the local fisherfolks were now working on the preliminary structures forthe capital. "Excellent," Aegon whispered into her ear, "you've done well. Better than I expected actually."

"Am I always surprising you?" she teased back with a smile.

"Hmmm what else are you hiding," Aegon smiled as he pinched her nipple.

Rhaenys giggled. "Do you want to find out?"

"Try me," Aegon said.

Rhaenys turned around and looked him in the eye. "I am with child," she said.

Aegon was stunned but as he looked into his sister's deep violet eyes, he knew she was not lying. He was overjoyed but for a moment he was unable to convey his emotion. Then suddenly he laughed. "This is wonderful news! We will have a boy fit to be king!" he declared happily. He held her tightly and kissed her.

"Your Grace?" a voice called from outside. "I know you asked not to be disturbed but I have urgent news."

"Ah." Aegon suddenly remember he had left orders that no one come in until he called for them. But he was in such a happy mood that he already forgotten. "No matter, come in."

A young soldier, no older than he is, stumbled into the tent. The soldier wore no armor, only a metal helmet and a short sword. He was a member of the messenger corps and judging his tired demeanor Aegon guessed he must've traveled some distance. Upon seeing the King in bed, the young soldier blushed and bowed. "Pardon me Your Grace," he mumbled.

"What news from the front?" Aegon asked.

"A letter from Orys Baratheon your majesty," the soldier replied. "He writes that the Stormlands is now yours and Argilac has died in combat."

Aegon let out a sigh of relief. He had placed a huge gamble sending the majority of his forces against the Storm King and although he tried not to display it, he was secretly worried. The news of the victory untied a knot in his heart and made him feel more at ease. Besides it would also raise the men's morale substantially. "What else does he say?" Aegon asked.

"He thanks Your Grace for your generous reward and wish to tell Your Grace that he has chosen to adopt Argilac's banners and words as his own. He also writes that he plans on taking Argilac's daughter as his wife and humbly invites Your Grace to the wedding."

Upon hearing this Aegon burst out laughing. "Well, well, Orys scored big didn't he? You must be tired, go and get some rest."

"What do you think?" Rhaenys asked curiously after the messenger withdrew.

"We should definitely send our congratulations," Aegon said as he got out of bed. He picked up a crimson robe lying on a chair and dressed himself. "The man conquered the entire Stormlands with six thousand men in a matter of days. That's an accomplishment that will be written down in the history books."

"But should we go in person? Or would a messenger suffice?" Rhaenys pressed on.

"That's what I'm thinking too. If we go in person, that could delay our invasion of the Riverlands. Unless….."

"Unless what?"

"Unless we put off the attack on the Riverlands and concentrate our strength south," Aegon said as he walked over to a map hung on the other side of the tent.

"You mean the Reach and the Westerlands?"

"Precisely. Harren has exhausted his strength building Harrenhal and probably won't recover for a year or two. Mern and Loren however rules over vast expanses of peaceful land - with coffers full of coin, an abundance of resources, and millions of men. If we can take those two regions, we will have a solid support base for our drive north," Aegon explained. He cursed himself for not thinking of this strategy earlier.

"Their combined strength outnumbers us at least five to one," Rhaenys warned.

"I have already decided," Aegon said with finality. "How long have you been with child? Are you fit for travel?"

Rhaenys smiled. "Two weeks, I'll be fine."

Aegon walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Our son will be born in the palaces of Highgarden. He will see the gold mines of the Lannisters and watch all bow down before him. Yes, it will be wonderful."

"Your Grace!" another messenger ran into the tent. This time it was news from Visenya. She had pacified the lords of Crackclaw Point and the surrounding regions and is now leading the army she collected back to King's Landing.

"Excellent," Aegon replied cheerfully, clasping his hands together. "Go to Storm's End and tell Orys that his King and Queens will attend his wedding."

He sighed happily. Life was good.