"Thoroughly underwhelming, Stark." Theon had a wide, smug smirk, one that left you wanting to punch him in the face even though you knew he was a frustrated as you were. You had almost had them. Almost.
"That's 'Your Grace', Greyjoy." As Olyvar finished removing the last of your armor, you stormed off leaving them both staring at your back. Fuck. You had sent Aegon's duck knight running back to his master as you prepared your army to march. With a smaller army and your own tactical gifts, victory was almost assured.
And then a freak mudslide had thrown you from your horse as you led the march, catching your foot and horse alike in knee deep muck. Disgusting you could handle - Arya had stuffed your bedding with dung more than once - but the lost time had allowed Aegon and his men time to load into their fleet. Stannis' royal navy had failed entirely to stop them in their retreat, and now you had no fucking idea where they were.
Just lovely. If this was an act of the gods, you were going to murder your way into heaven and castrate the lot of them. Envoys could be sent perhaps, to all the Free Cities to let them know how the Crown of Westeros would regard the harboring of traitors. You could not afford to be caught in some long and bloody southern quagmire. All the rumors from up north suggested that the Wildlings were on the move. Your home needed you.
But you had claimed the Iron Throne. As an object it may be molten scrap, but the idea of it was all that was keeping the Seven Kingdoms together. Leaving to reinforce the Night's Watch and North could see the Seven Kingdoms splinter. That was Robb, not Robert. Even now Stannis' knights urged you to make for Storm's End, to wed Shireen Baratheon (the bedding could wait of course, but to delay the ceremony was to appear an usurper) and oversee the reconstruction of the south.
[] Make for the Wall. The South can see to itself and follow some other man. Or men.
[] Make for the Wall. You will delegate the protection of the southern kingdoms to your new Hand (write-in).
[] Make for Storm's End. You cannot lose the Baratheons or their claim.
[] Make for Dragonstone. Shireen can wait, and you wish to personally oversee the hunt for Aegon.
[] Write-In.