Hey guys, as some of you may know, I've decided to rewrite my Batman fic. But I also kinda want to try something else after this arc is over so there's that. I could try to do 2 fics at once but I worry it will work out kinda bad like last time. I'm not sure, so I thought I would ask. Plus, if I do start another one, I was thinking either Spider-Man, MHA, or JJK, but IDK. Maybe I'll mix and match but I won't do that for a little while. I just know I need a bit of a break from this one. Of course, I'll keep uploading to it, just not as frequently. Plus I'm not really sure if my writing is improving too much at this rate and I'm not sure how to keep improving. Either way, I might put up a pole or something IDK.
In unrelated news, I decided that either next year or after Christmas I'm going to buy a apple music and a Crunchyroll subscription. I also watched a movie called Leon the Professional last night honestly pretty good although parts are a bit questionable. I would recommend it for a late-night watch even though it's a bit older. I have a few movies on my list of things to watch actually I still need to see Avatar Fire and Ash im also waiting on Marty Supreme to come out and then I'm going to watch The Raid series with my brother. After that, I'm going to finish MHA and Attack on Titan so I hopefully won't be bored any time soon. Plus I just started Mist Born as well and Carti dropped a new song.
Lastly, my aunt is dying of breast cancer and will be going into hospice soon so that sucks but I'll be flying out to Kansas to go see her. Shes techniqally a cousin of mine but we call her aunty. I've never been there before so that will probably be an interesting experience silver lining. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good chapter. Anyway, I have a terrible stomachache so let's start the chapter. Runs away from the couch to the bathroom.
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1 Archmaester Gyldayn
Fire and Blood.
Volume 1
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In the last two years of his life king Jaehaerys had grown weak his strength and wits began to fail him, and towards the end Jaehaerys was confined to his bed. Though the realm was relatively uneventful and peaceful and in his stead the Queen and the Hand of the king Ser Otto Hightower ruled in his stead. While Otto was experiencing a level of power that could be higher if the Queen were out of the picture. His young daughter, Lady Alicent Hightower, took over his care. She read to the old king, fetched his meals, and helped bathe and dress him. At times, Jaehaerys confused her for one of his daughters, and towards the end, he believed she was Princess Saera, who had fled across the narrow sea many years before. Nevertheless Mushroom, the court fool serving during the reign of Viserys I Targaryen, mischievously suggested that Alicent was more than an aide to the old king.
But that is a tale for another time and the statements of Mushroom often conflicted with the writings of many. The chief amongst them being the writings of Aemon Targaryen himself. As a result, this misconception can be discounted. However whatever the circumstance one thing remained true. 103 years after Aegon's Conquest at the age of sixty-nine, King Jaehaerys I Targaryen the conciliatory died in his bed as Alicent read to him from Septon Barth's Unnatural History. Though stories differ greatly on what truly happened, many say that when the good Queen heard of her brother's death the first thing she did was write a letter and have it sent to Runestone.
Although its true contents were unknown and remain so it's true that upon receiving the letter Aemon Targaryen rider of Ancalagon flew all the way through a storm to King's Landing to meet with the Queen. She had met him quickly and the two retired to the Queen's private chambers immediately. It was ordered that she not be disturbed aside from having food and water brought to them and they did not emerge from her chambers for three days.
After those three days, the pair exited the dowager Queen's chambers and began to help make preparations for the old king's funeral. Soon after the entire royal family as well as all the great houses' lords and many lesser lords arrived to attend the funeral on Dragonstone. There had been more attendance at the wise King's funeral than there had been to Prince Baelon's or even to his son Aemon's as well.
He was considered by many to be the greatest Targaryen king up to that point. He had brought a level of peace to the realm that had never been seen before. Since the era of 100 Kings Westaroas was embroiled in near constant war until Aegon's Conquest united the realm on a scale it had never been before. But his successors plunged the realm back into that chaos and only returned it to peace under the conciliator's reign.
But now that the king was dead and his reign ended and in his place would rise Viserys Targaryen first of his name the old king's grandson. The old king would be cremated on Dragonstone by the Good Queen and her dragon silver wing. Before she said the words she hesitated to do so before her great-grandson Aemon grabbed her hand and supported her as she lit the pyre.
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103 AC One month Later
King's Landing
Red Keep
First Person POV
Aemon Targaryen
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'I didn't know what to do. Every day it seemed like Granny was getting worse. The only thing I could do was try my new skill Dragons Gift. I got it just for her after she was bedridden with grief. But even giving her all the energy I had for those days has only been sustaining her. I think the problem isn't physical what if she-' But before I could finish my train of thought I was interrupted by the high-pitched voice of the little girl in front of me.
"Hey, it's your turn!" Rhaenyra had grown as children tend to do when time passes. She was taller and the early signs of her later facial features were showing. She was wearing a red dress with white Dragon patterns on it that was definitely made for someone a bit older as she like me looked to be about 6 or 7 years old instead of 5z
Plus when I used the Dragon Warrior body on her the she had lost some of her baby fat as well. She grew smarter and probably stronger than a child her age but I wasn't sure since she hadn't had any reason to display any enhanced strength now. She had been showing enhanced speed though most had attributed it to simple childhood hyperactivity but almost none of the other kids besides me could But now she's taken to bothering me as frequently as possible.
"Alright alright just give me a second." I lift my hand and slowly pull a piece of wood out of the Jenga tower. It tethered slowly but it stayed standing. I Rheanyra groaned in frustration but I smirked and turned my head to the right. Seated next to me was another young girl. She had auburn brown hair and chestnut brown eyes and was wearing a bright yellow dress. The older girl was Alicent Hightower the daughter of the hand of the king and potentially the queen of the seven kingdoms one day although I'm not sure if I should let that happen.
"Let's see hmm." She was only seven years old but she still hung out with the two of us. I personally preferred spending time with her elder brother but she spent more time with Rhaenyra and my older cousin liked to spend all day with me. Most often it was because I had better games and more interesting things to do than her day-to-day. Plus unlike her I was as smart as any adult as a result my lessons didn't take as much time as hers. She only kind of remembered me anyway when I first arrived back in King's landing but I kept building our friendship. After all, if nothing else having a good relationship with the royal dragon riding side of my family. We got off to an okay start but after she found out I could fly Ancalogon she just wanted me to let her fly on his back. Of course, I knew better than to allow her to, especially because of the looks her mother kept giving me.
There had also been a brief fuss about Ancalogon not staying in the dragon pit. You see for the duration of my stay he was either flying around or sleeping on the roof of the Red Keep. At first, they tried to get me to chain him up in that stupid dark pit something which I adamantly refused to do. When they tried to make it an order I told them that Ancalogon had never been chained and that he refused to go anywhere near the pit. When they tried to test my words they ended up finding out my scaly friend wouldn't listen to the dragon keepers at all. He didn't hurt any of them though, as he is actually very nice as far as dragons go. Still thanks to that the believed I was telling the truth but in reality I had told the young black dragon what the place was and never to go near it and certainly to never allow himself to be chained.
He agreed easily as we were both thoroughly disgusted by the idea of a dragon being chained. So it was easy for me to get him to agree. Now however I face a new problem which is the coronation of my uncle. I don't have any issues but rather the problem is trying to get Granny out of bed so she can attend it as well. I was slightly startled out of my thoughts when two knocks and a voice came through from the other side of the door.
"Her Grace Aemma Targaryen!"
"Sweetlings it's time to come are you all ready?" A soft and gentle voice called out as the door cracked open. Lady and soon-to-be Queen Aemma stepped through the door.
She wore a formal coronation gown of heavy silk and velvet, its primary field a deep, ceremonial red the color of the king's house. Woven throughout the fabric were falcon motifs, embroidered in silver thread, their wings spread in quiet defiance, an unmistakable mark of her birth house.
The gown was offset with white, most notably along the bodice, sleeves, and hem, a deliberate echo of her own lineage. Where her house traditionally bore white and blue, the blue had been set aside, replaced by the king's red a visible union rather than a surrender.
The long sleeves were fitted, ending in soft white cuffs, and the skirt fell in structured folds meant for ceremony rather than ease. Pearls were sewn along the neckline and waist, catching the light with every movement, while silver jewelry rings, armlets, and a delicate circlet completed the look, reinforcing both nobility and restraint. She did not appear as a consort like she was but rather as a true Queen in her own right.
"Muña!" Rhaenyra called out in old Valyrian as she sprang up from her chair and ran over to hug her mother. She looked up at her with a smile bright enough that it could light up all seven kingdoms and the summer isles. She reached down a hand to cup her daughter's cheek and smiled back. I stood up glancing over at Alicent briefly. She was standing too from the moment Aunt Aemma walked in she had started acting differently. Her back was straighter and her posture was straighter. She seemed almost tense and I wondered why that was but I couldn't place it so I let it go. The hand of the king's daughter walked over and bowed politely at Aemma who simply smiled at the young girl's gesture.
"Greetings your grace." She said curtsying as gracefully as a seven-year-old girl could.
"Good day to you as well and you dear nephew." She said gently stroking Rhaenyra's platinum blonde hair, the little dragoness basks in ger mothers affection and gigles quitely. I walk over and bow slightly not nearly as low as Alicent but still a sign of respect. Although oddly enough I am a bit hesitant about something about bowing to someone else just doesn't sit right with me for some reason. I press the rogue emotion down just like all the others and quickly lift my head back up.
"Good day aunty how are you?" A simple question and I expect a simple answer from her. Even add a little smile and nod to it as well just to try and make the act a bit more convincing. I don't dislike Lady Aemma she is my aunt after all and I have grown rather fond of her but her being an Arryn just doesn't sit right with me for some reason. I try to press that down as thoughts of blood purity invade but I ignore the nonsensical line of thought and instead think about all the pleasant memories we've had together.
"I am well Aemon although I must admit I am a bit nervous." She said looking over at me fondly. I had a good relationship with my aunt as she would often take care of me alongside Rhaenyra whenever my mother or Granny were busy and considering one was basically the lady of her own house and the other was literally the queen of the seven kingdoms so it was rather often. She even nursed me a few times and I got the feeling she was kind of projecting some of her miscarried children onto me. I think it may have helped her grief or something but honestly, I try not to think about it especially the times when it was Rhaenyra and me at the same time. The last thing I need is to end up like Homelander's freak ass.
Still, she was quite kind to me and I was quite fond of her so I'm sure she'll make a good queen if not a bit passive. But I'll have plenty of time to fix that in the although I had already got the ball rolling on Grany being her mentor in politics. Mainly by asking them questions whenever they would take care of my cousins and me. They were always gized as innocent childish questions but they were mostly scenarios that she might encounter and how to solve them or what a good queen would do in that situation.
"Don't worry aunty this is a good day I'm sure that the ceremony will be wonderful and why wouldn't it be. If you're nervous about all the looks don't be your wearing a splendid dress after all." I said smiling up at her but she just laughed and smiled softly. She gently tousled my hair and cupped my cheek then she bent down placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Thank you sweatling but I'm sure I'll be fine." She said but I could perceive a slight shake in her voice that most people couldn't thanks to my enhanced hearing. I focused my ears and I could vaguely pick up her heartbeat although it was a little difficult to hear the other ones around us. Still if was a little fast for her so she probably was nervous for the coronation.
"Ser Willam will escort Lady Alicent back to her father please," I said turning away from the group to look at the young knight.
"Yes, my prince." he nodded and walked over to the young girl who happily followed him to join the queen. I watched her go and she only stopped for a moment to give me a small wave before turning down the hall.
"That won't be necessary lord Otto is with Viserys right now." She said which honestly didn't surprise me.
'Already slipping that poison into his ear I see. Otto really is a problem I'll have to solve. The best solution would be to have him permanently removed as the hand of the king and preferably keep his blood as far from the throne as possible.'
"Yes of course my la-uh your grace my apologies" Ser Willam stuttered hesitating as to which title he should use. Rookie mistake but understandable since her title is just about to change. I motioned for him to rejoin me and he did so quickly. Meanwhile, Ser Gerold continued to stand at the door but turned his head to watch our interaction. He was rather quiet today but I didn't bother looking into it.
"There's nothing for you to be sorry for Ser. I'll be on my way now," Sh said to Ser Willam before looking back to me one last time. I walked over and decided to hug her quickly on the opposite side of Rheanyra and reassure her one more time.
"You look amazing aunty I'm sure the coronation will go perfectly. I need to go get Grany I'll meet you there aunty." I said she nodded as
"Come little ones the ceremony will be starting soon." Rhaenyra stretched her hands up towards her mother and without a word she scooped the little girl up into her arms. She would probably set her down before the ceremony started. She turned around and behind her, a king's guard opened the door for her as they walked through. Alicent followed her out and went with Ser Willam thanking him for the escort. The king's guard followed after the new Queen and that left just me and Ser Gerold.
"With me Ser Gerold," I said as the older knight got closer. He nodded and I took my leave for my grandmother's room. I walked the halls with nervous energy filing my steps. I knew that with each day she grew weaker but what's worse is that I was facing diminishing returns with my dragon's gift skill. I needed to find a solution and soon if not then I feared what may follow.
I reached the dowager queen's door which was guarded by Ser Harrold Weasterling and gestured for Ser Gerold to knock on the door. He did and I announced myself hoping that she would answer. She did and I slowly opened the door. As I played my eyes upon her the sight made my heart clench. She lay there back against the headboard her body seemingly drained of all strength. She looked like a withering willow of a woman drifting into the wind. Although she was dressed for the event she hadn't stood up yet and her eyes were distant. They were both purple pools of sorrow, the sorrow of a woman who had seen all but two of her children die and lost the love of her life. A woman who had one of her brothers devoured by her uncle's dragon and had one of her nieces die a horrific death. A woman who had one of her brothers tortured to death by a witch and seen her only sister die alone in a castle far from her.
But through all that horror and death and with every loss had tried her best to be the greatest Queen she could be. Yet it seemed as though the world itself had decided to curse the woman. I knew that I had to do everything in my power to help her but there wasn't a skill or item that I could afford to fix this. I had spent most of my points on other things and despite my efforts, I just couldn't find a way to make her better. I even added a crushed small mana boost crystal to her food and water once but it only seemed to help for a few hours before fading away. Now all I could do was support her to the best of my ability.
"Grandmother," I called walking over to her and clutching her hand I activated my dragon's gift skill and let the warm sensation flow from my hand on her and coat her body in draconic energy. Though the skill works on other types of living beings it's more effective on creatures with draconic bloodlines as I had tested with Ancalagon.
She looked at my eyes sorrowful but faintly warm as well. I could still feel the fondness shed shown me my whole life. That unconditional love and support had helped keep me stable.
"My Aemon is it time already?" She said her voice was weak and somewhat dry like cracking glass and every word was another shard in my heart. I started feeling tired but I kept slowly pumping my energy into her through my hands and it did seem to help a little. Her pale skin began to regain some color and her eyes which had sunken seemed to regain a slight bit of their former light. Still, she was clearly exhausted her hair was white not the platinum blonde sheen of the blood of old Valyria but the change that comes with time.
"Yes Granny well go to the coronation together," I said helping her swing her legs off the bed and putting on her shoes myself. It seems that the servants had prepared her already but she had taken off a few things for her own comfort. I bent down fitting her shoes on then as she stood I straightened out her dress.
"Ah that will work nicely" I said spotting a necklace she had taken off on a nearby table I rushed over to grab it. I lifted the Silverwing-themed necklace into my hands it looked like the dragon was silver but it also had blue gems for eyes as well. The design was more Valyrian-inspired than Weastarosi in make. Even so, it was very unlikely that this particular piece of fashion was from the freehold. I heard Alyssanne chuckle behind me and I turned to see why.
"You're like my ladies in waiting always fussing over the details of my outfits." She said smiling fondly at me. I smiled back and walked toward her when I realized that I wasn't tall enough to reach her neck when I lifted it.
"It's alright my little grumpkin I'll be fine without it," she said chuckling again and I could hear the warm joy return to her voice for the first time in days.
"No it's not alright you need to look your absolute best," I said as I looked for a way to reach up to her neck even if she bent down it wouldn't work and then I had an idea.
"Don't pout Aemon your face will get stuck like that if you keep it that way." She said tousiling my hair and cupping my cheek just as Aemma had done not but a few minutes earlier. I wonder if maybe she had learned the gesture from her grandmother as she wouldn't have been able to from her mother. Daella died shortly after giving birth to my aunt and it was just another child Granny had lost.
"I don't pout," I said defiantly as I put the dark thoughts aside climbed up onto the bed causing her to chuckle again, and turned around to face her. I stood atop a blue and black dragon pattern blanket that was rather sof actually and I did feel bad for standing on it but it was a small price that only the servants would have to pay.
"Turn around and bend down a bit please," I said and she did so and I looped the necklace around he neck and fashioned it properly upon her. It reminded me of when I had done a similar thing for my own mother in my past life. I try not to think of them at all and I push the thought away as quickly as possible. I finished placing it and she turned around face me. She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes rather it was just a faint fading thing. I hugged her again, quickly deciding to put more energy into her.
"My sweet boy we must go." She said softly as she hugged me back. She attempted to draw back but I didn't let go as I poured out most of my energy into her. I would spend the rest of it later on her as I couldn't afford to pass out due to mana exhaustion during the ceremony.
"I love you," I said before pulling back slowly and ran her hand back up to my face again gently brushing a loose hair away from my eyes. I had let the pale gold hair grow longer as the years passed as I knew how much she loved my hair. Rhaenyra and Aemma liked it to and Father said that a true Targaryen man wears his hair in the fashion of old Valyria. They like me typically kept their hair rather long and in different types of braids or other styles. I settled for a simple ponytail only instead of my regular string it was held together by a fancier golden cuff shaped like a dragon and encrusted with rubies. Father had it custom-made for my fourth birthday and now I wear it somewhat regularly when it comes to big events like this.
"I love you too my little dragon." She said and it seemed to chase away every last dark feeling in my chest and every shadowy thought in my brain. Then she turned back around as I slept down off the bed. I let my legs absorb the mild impact as my feet met the ground. I looked back up to her smiling as brightly as possible before grabbing her hand again.
"Let's go before we're late, although maybe it would be better if we showed up fashionably late," I said cheekily as I slowly started to pour more energy back into her as well I would gain my mana back over time so all I had to do was pace myself during the coronation before I would give her another boost later. But then she said something that struck me.
"Ah, my little Aemon feeling mischievous today hmm. You're just like that Dragon of yours. How is Caraxes doing lately? I haven't seen him for a while." I felt my whole world stop, it struck me like the car that sent me to this messed-up world in the first place. It was like I was smacked, punched, kicked, and stabbed all at once. I felt my eyes start to burn for the first time but I pressed the sensation down as well as I could. Still, the cracks kept coming in my mind began to grow with the noise of my own bouts of mild insanity. It felt like a piece of me had chipped of a drifted into a void in myself like entering the sunken place.
I didn't know what to do but I knew that indidnt want to upset her. Not when she was like this I wasn't even sure if she knew where she even was at this point. So I did what I do best I suppressed those negative feelings and put on a smile. I looked back up at her resuming the flow every as I gripped her hand and led yourward. kckack
"He's fine mother, he's grown quite a lot lately," I said, and although it hurt I repressed the pain of feeling like a replacement just a knock off stand in with the same stupid hair in the same stupid style with the same name. Instead of his good it felt good to call her mother. It felt right somehow as if I should have been calling her that from the very beginning. Why wouldn't I anyway? She had practically commissioned my entire birth from arranging the marriage of my parents herself and forcing them to consummate it against both their wills and wishes. She had even recommended my knew named herself. She had loved me and cared for me in a way that very few others had. It was in that moment that I realised that over the course of two lifetimes, I had three mothers not just two.
"Were ready," I said calling out to Ser Gerold and Ser Harrold, who opened the doors for us. Yes, I decided to accept it fully, if a replacement I must be then do be it if it makes her happy. I held my mother's hand as we walked out of the Red Keep's long corridors.
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Prince Viserys and his lady wife Aemma Targaryen née Arryn walked up the last few steps of the starry scept in his latest and greatest finery. Trailing just behind them their young daughter also walked with more dignity than one would expect of someone her age. Behind her standing a few paces around the royal couple and child were the white knights of the king's guard. The seven white cloaked men followed behind the three royals in a half circle taking extreme care to never block their path bore impead their strides but to ensure their total safety. Behind them walked the rest of the royal family even the branch most bitter with Viserys. They followed diligently as their escort of hundreds of Targaryen royal knights protected us from the crowd.
In every direction one could think of besides the ones in front and above hundreds of thousands of people followed us just for a glimpse at the next king. Most if not all would never see Targaryen in their lifetime and not a single one of them wanted to miss a chance like this.
Eventually, we reached the grand golden gates of the starry sept. I admired the artestry of it the large almost Roman white pillars and the black steps which looked like they were forged from shadow itself. Slowly the golden gates were covered in symbolism of the seven gods and at their heart the logo of the seven-pointed star itself.
The grand doors open and I can't help but grip my mom's hand before looking up at the former good queen and strengthening my will to enter. She looks back down at me and we lock eyes. In hers, I see such sorrow and the warmth of motherly love. We walk in step by step hands laced together and enter the great sept at the top of Visenya's hill.
As we enter the people around us change from random foreign peasants, merchants, and small folk to the lords and ladies of Weastaros. Each of them was draped in their finest outfits and there was more jewelry in that room than anywhere else in the whole city, not the whole continent. Regardless we strode forward at a steady pace leaving most of the men-at-arms outside along with the majority of the knights.
Mother had resumed the use of her former cane when walking long distances once again but I just held her hand until we were there. The others kept a speed slow enough for her to keep up but fast enough for the procession to enter. She had struggled on the last few steps but I did my best to keep her steady and entered with the answers. I couldn't help but notice the nervous glances Rhaenys was throwing us though and I wondered if she was tempted to try and help. Even after losing the great council she had still shown up along with her husband who unlike her was visibly bitter at the result. She hadn't shown the slightest sign of hatred towards me or any of her cousins for that matter. In fact, she seemed rather indifferent but I came to realize it was a mask I just could see what was underneath. I cast the thought aside and kept moving.
Within the scept, we continued to rise steps until then the fool evened out. From there we each took our places but the royal couple kept moving forward along a red carpet designed with golden flames and black lining. All around us symbols of the faith of the seven hung in the air and Targaryen banners dropped down. Although the room was quite big it was also very different from the version in House of the Dragon. It wasn't the stark grey with short pillars that it was in the show. Rather the candles were ringed around statues of the seven and the white pullers were large enough to touch the ceiling.
At the very back of the sept was a large dais not unlike the one at Harrenhal. Several rows of seats were filled with all sorts of men and women. All of them noble lords and ladies of the seven kingdoms supossedly loyal vassals of the crown. But standing there above them all at the top of the dais today was a special guest. The high septon himself stood above a small ornate box off to his side.
Atop his head was a crown of crystal carved in seven different colors with a circlet of gold. His robes were white and covered in golden seven-pointed stars. He was an older middle-aged man somewhere between 40 and 50 years old and rather chubby as well although he wasn't quite fully fat. Although most of his hair was covered by the crystal crown the rest of it that I could see was starting to grey. In his hand was a tall scepter with a seven-pointed star at the top and another gemstone in the middle. Around his neck was a golden chain with another golden seven-pointed star encrusted with diamonds. Frankly, if the old fucks of the faith didn't disgust me entirely I'd compliment the man for all his drip.
Still, it didn't matter to me as Uncle V kept rising to meet him. Then when he finally reached the high septon he knelt. The old fuck has a speech anointed my uncle in the sacred oils of the faith of the seven and said some other nonsense. Then the important part came the reveal of the crown. The crown itself was always a symbolic choice of what kind of man and more importantly what kind of king they wanted to be.
Two servants brought over the black and red box as if it were a holy artifact. The two priests knelt between Viserys and the high septon and opened the box. There in the box lay the crown atop a pillow of red silk. It was the crown of my great-grandfather. It wasn't exactly like in the books but it wasn't the show crown either. Instead, it was a mix of both that worked surprisingly well. Each side had a sigil of one of the great houses between them it encrusted with gems of every color of the rainbow. But at its front was the sigil of House Targaryen carved entirely from ruby. It was the symbol that had united an entire continent save its most extreme parts under one single banner. The red three-headed dragon gleamed proudly at its center. With a surprisingly delicate touch, the high septon lifted the crown and placed it upon the silvery gold head of neck-length hair. As he rose they announced him once more handing him Blackfyre the king's sword. This time robed in black and red in Weastarosi style with hints of traditional Valyrian fashion. Black blade in hand and standing proud and tall. For the first Viserys truly looked like a king.
"THE OLD KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING. VISERYS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN, FIRST OF HIS NAME! KING OF THE ANDALS, THE RHOYNAR, AND THE FIRST MEN!"
A roar of cheers and applause went up as Viserys stepped down and took his wife's hand, and lifted the ancestral blade with the other. The roars came even louder and his smile was that of a man who had everything he could ever want. It seems Rhaenyra's smile was inherited from her father it seems. He stepped down again and my father left the crowd to damn near knock him over with a hug. I had never seen him so genuinely happy not a hint of his usual sarcasm or anything just the joy and love of a younger brother congratulating his elder brother.
I felt the grip on my hand squeeze and tighten and I looked up. Mother's eyes were strangely confused almost and although she hid it well it seemed like she had no idea where she even was. Once again my eyes began to sting but I repressed the feeling again. I haven't cried so far and I refuse to do so now. I brushed my thumb outside her hand drawing her attention to me. I also upped the amount of draconic energy pouring into her body. Seeing me smile at her she returned it without hesitation and the focus seemed to return for her.
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Ho ho ho behold my gift to you all my longest chapter yet. Now I'm in the movie theater so I'm going to be turning my phone off soon to watch Marty Supreme! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!