The Saltpans
As Jon Connington watched his king place a red and black cloak around Margery Tyrell, replacing the green and gold one that had just moments before rested on her shoulders, he could not help but think of the last Targaryen King who had had more than one wife: Maegor the Cruel had had multiple wives but had been unable to produce an heir from any of them, With Danaerys being barren, the hopes and future of the Targaryen dynasty rested on Margery Tyrell's quaint little shoulders, it was Jon thought a huge burden to carry, one which she and the rest of her family did not know about of course, Jon did not wish for and the Imp had agreed, that it would be best if Aegon and Danaerys were seen to be the ones offering a service to the Tyrells and not the other way around.
Of course Jon could not shake of the little saying that now hung around Margery "Wife to three kings, mother to none." Of course that now became four kings, but for the sake of everything Jon hope that the saying would change to mother to one.
Jon could tell Aegon was getting restless, just by looking at the way his hands kept moving and his fingers were tracing a ghost of an arc round Margery's hand, of course they both seemed besotted with each other. The Targaryen camp had arrived at the Saltpans a week and a half ago and in that time it seemed that both Aegon and Danaerys had become quite good friends with Margery, her brother Willas and Willas's wife Sansa, who of course was sister to the "King in The North" Dareon "The Redwolf" Stark. The Redwolf reminded Jon of his father Eddard Stark in that he always seemed to be very solemn and hardly seemed to smile, though Jon had taken note of the smile he had worn when his bride, someone called Melissa from House Melcolm from the Vale had walked down the aisle of the Sept towards him.
Both Aegon and Dareon had spent the time that Aegon had been at the Saltpans looking at each other and sizing each other up, as if both were trying to assess whether the other deserved to wear a crown. Dareon had said that he would bend the knee after he had defeated whatever it was that was troubling the people up north, he had also had the audacity to ask for Targaryen assistance.
Aegon had looked like he was going to agree, but Jon had quickly put an end to that by saying "With all due respect your grace, the Targaryen forces are needed down south, once we have conquered Kings Landing and settled the King and his Wives we will then send forces to assist you."
Dareon had looked like he was about to argue but a touch on his arm from his little wife, and he had merely nodded.
The power that a woman's touch had over such powerful and imposing men had always left Jon confused and a little bit surprised. Although as he looked across at Lady Lemore, he felt that he could sort of understand why this was, though such thoughts were chased away by the cheering that greeted Aegon, Margery and Danaerys' walk down the aisle of the sept, all together in the holiest of matrimonies.
Jon smiled as they walked past, and thought with the combined forces of the Reach, Dorne and the Stormlands plus Danaerys' unsullied and the Dragons, they truly were going to be bringing Fire and Blood to the Lannisters. As Jon looked at his hand – the one which had the rapidly growing greyscale- he could see victory insight, it was so close he could almost taste it. As he got up to join the others in leaving the sept, he offered a quick prayer to the Seven that he would be able to live through at least until Aegon was crowned in Kings Landing.