1 AC, Kingslanding.

As the feast went on, Aegons and Isabel's conversations got progressively steamier.

"My wish is for you to find me later tonight. We shall celebrate our marriage, and... perhaps, we shall celebrate in other ways." Aegon kissed her once more on the neck, biting gently at the skin. The king wanted her, and she wanted him, and that was all that mattered.

"Of course.. but nothing will happen until we're married." She chuckled, spinning around him.

Aegon was left utterly speechless. He had been sure of it, the way she had been playing with him all evening. He was sure of her desires. He was sure of what they both wanted. He was sure that he was going to get what he wanted, and now she pulled this on him.

"Why, my love?" He asked eventually, still somewhat flabbergasted. "Why must we wait?"

"Because i will not dishonour myself." She chuckled.

His heart sank, but he knew he had to push for what he wanted. The night was not over yet.

"Lady Isabel," he whispered. "We both know what we wish to do. Why wait?" Aegon was almost desperate for her, he was almost at his limit.

She wants us, so why do we wait?

"We haven't even talked this out with Rhaenys and Visenya." She sighed.

Aegon paused. It had not occurred to him that his sisters would want to weigh in on what was undoubtedly a sensitive and awkward issue. How he dealt with them depended on their reactions: if they were fine with it, there would be no issue; but if not, how would that affect his relationship with his sisters.

"Very well, let us invite my sisters to join us." The King sighed. "Let us talk to them, let us see what exactly they think."

He didn't need to tell Isabel twice.

And so she went off, she didn't really knew which sister she should talk to first.

Eventually, She chose to talk to Visenya first.

"Your grace?" Isabel bowed as she entered her chamber.

Visenya was quick to react and look up from her cup.

"Do I appear to have time?" She stared down at Isabel. There was something in her gaze that was akin to stone, the unremitting and cold glare of a woman whose very nature did not allow for mercy, no, never any mercy. Isabel, for her part, kept her stare on the floor.

"It's important." Isabel pleaded, now looking Visenya straight in the eye. She knew she would hate her for what she was about to say, but she would hate her even more if she kept quiet.

"Your husband intents to take me as his third wife, i was hoping you would be okay with that." She smiled, unsure of what to say or do next.

"Why would you think I would be okay with that?"

Visenya asked, taking in the young lady's appearance for the first time. She was pretty, pretty enough for a third wife. But she had some audacity to believe that she would be granted that. So Visenya did what she always did to those with any amount of gall, she crushed their hopes and dreams, and made them understand their true value.

"What reason could I possibly have to allow you to marry my husband?"

"I just wanted to inform you, although he advised me not to." She smiled, horrified of Visenyas reaction. It was not supposed to go this way.

"Your audacity knows no bounds." She had to hold herself back from punching the girl, but she was Queen after all, she could not let her anger show.

"Let me tell you something little Isabel - and your soon-to-be husband should listen as well - you might have your uses, but you are not pretty enough for a second wife, and I will not allow you to take up my husband's time. Do I make myself clear?"

"I understand, your grace." Isabel bowed down and left, now intending on reaching Rhaenys with this news.

"Your grace?" Isabel bowed, as she met Rhaenys in the corridor.

Queen Rhaenys flashed a quick smile.

"Good evening, My Lady. What business brings you to me on this fine day?"

"Your husband intents to take me as his third wife, i was hoping you would be okay with that. Afterall, your elder sister reacted absolutely horribly when i told her." Isabel smiled, now more confidently than she was when she talked to Visenya.

Rhaenys let out a laugh. "If he intends to bed you, I wouldn't stand in his way. I find this idea most delightful, especially if you and I become close friends in the future."

Queen Rhaenys' laugh was musical, it could make any maiden's heart flutter.

"I would love that, your grace." Isabel smiled, her eyes shined like fresh embers.

Rhaenys extended her arm to Isabel.

"Come, let us speak more over tea and baked goods."

The queen moved toward the table in her chambers, indicating for the girl to follow her.

"What is your name by the way?"

"Isabel, Isabel Durrandon, but you can just call me Isa." Isabel smiled.

Have i finally made a friend at court?

Rhaenys and Isabel winded up talking for hours, giggling, chuckling, admiring and chugging Arbour gold down their throats.

After Rhaenys had retired for the night, Isabel went to see Aegon again.

"I spoke with your wives. Visenya takes me for a harlot i fear." Isabel sighed.

"Do not worry yourself over Visenya." Aegon was almost dismissive, but she was right. Visenya had always been his most... opinionated sister.

She would not approve.

"She's never liked you, nor you her." Aegon chuckled. "This can not be something we worry about, you and I."

"Rhaenys seems to be quite content though, she was really kind and welcoming to me."  Isabel smiled.

"Rhaenys is like that. She's a good woman." Aegon had always had a soft spot for Rhaenys.

Visenya could sometimes be hard and cold, unapproachable. Rhaenys, however, was like a beacon. There was no doubt that she could be harsh, but she would always approach people calmly, gently. Aegon had always admired that about her.

"She is my favorite sister, I cannot lie."

"Mine aswell. But i do not want to judge Visenya too quickly." She smiled, continuing her dance.

"Visenya is... a stern woman. Hard and cold, but once she grows to like you, she will have your back till the end." Aegon was not as fond of her as he was of Rhaenys, but he was still loyal.

"Do not worry about the opinions of my sisters. Worry about ours, and only that. We both want this, we both know what must happen."

"Shall we tell my sister and Orys next?" Isabel changed the subject.

"That would be a good start." Aegon nodded his head in agreement, and looked to see where in this hall her family was seated. "Come, I shall let her know that we have good news."

The king, now carrying Isabel in his arms, stood up and walked over to a small table where the Durrandon family sat alongside the Baratheon party. Orys Baratheon was seated on the far side of the table, and next to him, Isabel's sister, Argella.

"Lady Durrandon," Aegon said, and his tone was soft but powerful.

"My lady, I am sorry to interrupt, but your sister and I have spoken, and we wish to announce that we have become engaged tonight. I hope that I can have your blessing for our union."

A smile spread across Argella's face. It was genuine, not merely a social nicety. She had seen the way the two of them had been acting all night, but she had hoped for something like this. "I can not tell you how thankful I am to hear such news. Of course, you have my blessing, my lord."

"Of course brother, you have my blessing." Orys added.

Aegon felt the weight lift off his chest. Argella had approved of the union, and her approval was as important as anyone's.

"Thank you both for the blessings, and for your support." Aegon grinned. He looked down at Isabel, and spoke softly into her ear. "I do believe we deserve to celebrate now."

"We will wed tomorrow my dear, it's quite late." Isabel yawned.

"Perhaps you are right." Aegon smiled.