Originally Posted by
Lucius Malfoy
Aegon glances at his mother, ever protective of young Daeron. He scoffs slightly at the motherly protection, their youngest brother was almost a man after all.
I hear the Lord Baratheon has some beautiful daughters available. Sending Daeron, with his charm and suave, will enchant the Lord of Storm's End and maybe bring him a bride.
Aegon grins at Daeron, tying the Baratheons to his side through marriage. He pats his younger brother on the shoulder.
Taming a dragon makes you a Targaryen, little brother. But gaining a woman, a Baratheon beauty at that, will surely make you a man.
Aegon had already bedded many a woman already, fathering three legitimate heirs and two bastards as proof of his... prowess. That left Aemond to find a bride too. The Tyrells had too young of blood. No, Aemond needed someone good that's for sure. Vhagar matched him in ferocity and a hardened woman would be needed, a heart as hard as steel. Perhaps another house could provide for that in the future to secure the Iron Throne further.
Now, let's get this on with, Lord Hand! Bring forth the Septon and the Conqueror's crown! Bring me Blackfyre! Its time I ought to be Lord of the Seven Kingdoms!
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There was a task at hand now for Larys. However, such a journey would not be good for the man. His clubfoot made it hard for him to ride upon horseback.
Lord Hand, I shall send word to my cousin at Harrenhal, Ser Robin. He will handle the Tullys in my stead.