9th Month of 300 A.C. King's Landing
King Aegon VI Targaryen
He can still hear the roar of the northmen when they had realised what had happened, when they saw him standing over the body of the Great Other, when they realised that the war was over. The sun had shone then for the first time in what Robb told him had been moons, it gave a new light to the dawn, and the snow that covered the ground looked a lot less threatening then without the pale glow of the moon to haunt their every footstep. The White Walkers had died, alongside the Wights, the world had been righted, and they had celebrated long and hard at Castle Black and then again at Winterfell, where they had learned that Robb had a baby girl, a girl named Arya, for their fallen sister. They had sung and drank to their hearts content, a thought that always brought a smile to Aegon's face now, whenever he thought about it. Eventually, he and Daenerys had had to return south, he had a son, a boy named Aenar waiting for him, and Sansa was waiting for him as well, for both of them, they had been met by cheering crowds, throngs of people, and well, Aegon was happy about that as well.
He looks at his two wives and smiles. "It is good to be home."
Sansa looks at him, a huge smile on her face. "We are both happy to have you back. Both of you." Aegon looks at the little bundle in her arms and feels his heart swell with love. A moment's pause and then his wife asks. "What did Robb decide, will he come south?"
"The north needs to heal, Robb is the man for that job. The Night's Watch needs to be cared for, and Winterfell and the north are the only ones who can do that properly. He will remain in the north until such a time as he is happy with the situation there." Aegon responds.
"What of his position as Hand?" Daenerys Asks.
"It will remain vacant. He is my hand and no one else will sit in his position. I shall rule the realm as our ancestor did, with a firm hand and careful guidance. The changes are already being made." Aegon responds.
"That they are. Prince Oberyn was most relieved when he learned that he was not going to be fed to one of the dragons." Sansa jests.
"So he should be. For far too long Dorne has enjoyed its independence, something that it has not earned. It is time for them to be brought into the realm properly." Aegon responds. "And this shall do that." He pauses for a moment before looking at his aunt. "Whatever did happen to Melisandre, I never got the chance to ask you."
"She tried to cast a spell and ended up burning herself out, I believe she just exploded." Daenerys responds shrugging her shoulders.
Aegon laughs. "Well that serves her right, she was too much of a threat." Silence falls over them for a brief moment, before he speaks once more, he clears his voice. "I had a chance to do some thinking when I was up north."
"Oh what did you think about?" Sansa asks questioningly.
He clears his throat once more, as he prepares himself for what he is going to say next. "I remember when I was growing up, I always used to wonder what it would be like to have a mother, to have a father. I know Uncle Ned and Aunt Cat did their best, and that they loved me, but I never felt as if it was enough. I always used to feel guilty about it you know, because here they were giving their all, loving me like I was one of their own, and there I was trying to find something else."
"My love…" Sansa begins, but Aegon holds up a hand, he knows he needs to say this now, otherwise he will never say it.
He takes a deep breath. "It was only when I was fighting the war, and when I was here, and when I was with you Sansa, that I realised just how fortunate I was. How fortunate I am. There are so many people who lost their family during the war, and whilst I lost, whilst we lost members of our family, we got to see them before they left, and we were reunited." Here he takes Sansa's hand, and takes another breath. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that, whilst I never knew my father and mother, whilst I never knew my sister, I had a family, I have a family. You three," he says looking at Sansa, at Daenerys and at Aenar. "You three are my family, Robb, Wynafryd and their children, they are my family, Bran and Rickon are my family. You are all my family, and I could not be happier that that is the case. I love you all so very much, and I am grateful that I have you." He can feel tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, but he fights them back, but he sees tears in his wives' eyes.
"We love you as well Aegon." His wives say in unison.
He smiles at them, before standing up and saying. "I think we'd best be going then; the court will not wait." Sansa gives Aenar to one of his wet-nurses, before taking his arm, whilst Daenerys takes the other one, and the three of them walk out of the room, the Kingsguard walking solidly behind them, they come to the throne room, and he looks at them both, giving them a quick kiss to their respective cheeks, before he breaks contact, and the doors open.
He hears the herald announce him. "His Royal Highness, The Defeater of Death, the Protector of the Realm, King Aegon the Sixth of That Name." the court erupts as he walks in, cheering, his name echoing across thousands of lips, he nods to those he sees, Lord Tyrion, Prince Oberyn and Lord Varys, and walks onward. He stops before the foot of the throne, turns round, and smiles at the sight of Sansa and Daenerys sitting themselves on their thrones, before the walks up the steps and stands just above the seat.
He looks at the room before him, at the faces looking at him, and he thinks of how far he has come, from being a mere bastard boy, to being the King, he likes being the King, the throne is his, and he will not let anyone but his own descendants sit it. He takes a deep breath then says. "I am your King, and you are my people. Together we move forward into the light." A roar sounds at that, and smiling he sits down on the throne, and begins his reign properly, in the distance, the dragons roar, and that, that brings a smile to his face.
THE END