Thump, thump, thump!
Today was Aegon's coronation, and at this moment, crowds of King's Landing commoners were being herded by the Gold Cloaks towards the Dragonpit to witness the ceremony.
Inside Maegor's Holdfast, Queen Alicent was earnestly trying to persuade Helaena.
After all, today was the important day her husband became King, and as Queen, she should rightfully attend.
But Helaena completely ignored Alicent, only tightly clutching her twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.
"Fire, stag, true dragon..."
Listening to her daughter's murmuring, Alicent looked at her with a pained heart, then prepared to go out and find two Kingsguard knights to forcibly take them out of the bedroom.
Because if they didn't hurry, they would be late.
But when she turned around, she found that Larys Strong had appeared at the doorway at some point.
"Larys, I don't have time to discuss anything with you right now.
Move aside, I need to take Helaena to Aegon's coronation."
Alicent impatiently ordered Larys to make way.
But Larys didn't move an inch. He used his cane to block Alicent's path: "Your Majesty, you cannot leave this room before the matter is concluded!"
"Matter? What matter?
Larys, what are you trying to do?"
Alicent immediately realized something was wrong when she heard this, and she quickly questioned him.
Larys smiled: "Your Majesty, you should ask 'What are *you* trying to do'!"
...
Beneath the majestic dome of the Dragonpit, tens of thousands of King's Landing commoners were waiting for their new King.
On the coronation platform, draped with banners of the green three-headed dragon, stood the important figures of King's Landing.
Ser Otto, Ser Harold, Commander of the Kingsguard, Grand Maester Orwyle, Master of Laws Jasper, and the High Septon of the Church of the Seven.
Seeing that the time was approaching, Ser Otto, looking grim, summoned a Kingsguard knight and questioned him: "Why haven't Queen Alicent and Princess Helaena arrived yet?
Also, where is Prince Aemond?
Quickly send someone to find them."
"Yes!"
The Kingsguard knight left but did not return for a long time. When the coronation time arrived,
Ser Otto could only helplessly announce the start of the coronation ceremony.
Clank, clank, clank!
Accompanied by the sound of synchronized footsteps, nearly a hundred fully armored Gold Cloaks parted the commoners in the Dragonpit.
They formed two rows, left and right, and crossed their longswords above their heads, creating a path of kings towards the coronation platform.
Aegon, wearing the King's robe embroidered with the green three-headed dragon, placed his hand on the hilt of his Valyrian steel longsword, Blackfyre, and walked down this path of kings with a proud expression.
At the same time, Criston arrived below the Dragonpit.
He used an order bearing the King's seal to dismiss the Kingsguard knights guarding Syrax.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The yellow-scaled dragon, heavily chained, suddenly opened its dragon eyes, staring intently at Criston who was walking towards it.
Above this man and dragon, the coronation ceremony proceeded smoothly.
Ser Otto, in the name of the Hand of the King, condemned the kinslayer and oathbreaker Rhaenyra and Daemon, and stripped them of all their titles and rights.
He then announced the last wishes of Viserys I, claiming that Aegon was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.
In this patriarchal society, the vast majority of King's Landing commoners supported the traditional inheritance law (sons having priority over daughters).
As soon as Ser Otto finished speaking, thunderous applause and cheers erupted beneath the dome of the Dragonpit.
When the applause gradually subsided, the High Septon of the Church of the Seven began the blessing ceremony for Aegon.
After the ceremony, the High Septon handed the Conqueror's Crown, forged from Valyrian Steel with large square ornaments, to Ser Harold.
According to custom, this esteemed White Knight captain would personally crown the new King.
Crackle crackle!
Suddenly, a violent tremor came from the ground of the Dragonpit, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground near the main entrance.
Boom!
Roar~~
A huge explosion sounded, and the huge head of a yellow-scaled dragon suddenly burst out from the ground at the main entrance.
Ah!!!
Commoners were sent flying by the dragon's head, hitting the walls, and more commoners panicked because of this sudden change, starting to stampede chaotically.
Wail~~
The yellow-scaled dragon let out a cry of pain, using all its strength to struggle out of the ground.
Its hind legs were covered in large patches of broken dragon scales, bloody and mangled, and streams of bright red dragon blood were pouring out of the wounds as if there were no end to it.
From the looks of it, it didn't seem to have burst out of the ground voluntarily, but rather seemed to have been chased by an enemy and forced to do so.
Boom!
Immediately after, an even larger explosion sounded at the location where the yellow-scaled dragon had emerged.
Vhagar, with a large bald patch on its head, emerged right behind it.
From the scraps of flesh and blood at its mouth, it was clear that it had attacked Syrax.
On the coronation platform, Ser Otto looked with fury at the culprit who had ruined this grand event.
He shouted at Aemond on Vhagar's saddle: "Aemond, do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course I do!
This dragon is controlled by Rhaenyra and is attacking you all. I am currently protecting the King I serve!"
Aemond looked with his single eye at Aegon, who had a terrible expression, and replied loudly.
After speaking, he completely disregarded the many King's Landing commoners beneath the dragon's feet.
He directly controlled Vhagar to charge towards Syrax.
Syrax's size had no advantage against Vhagar, and it had been fed by others for years, not having engaged in actual combat for a long time.
Close combat was no match for Vhagar at all.
Enraged, it opened its dragon mouth to breathe dragonfire, but Vhagar charged forward and directly knocked it backward.
And behind it was the coronation platform.
Ah!!!
Not to mention Ser Otto, Aegon, and others, even Ser Harold, the White Knight captain with excellent swordsmanship.
Facing Syrax, who was falling like a mountain, they could only let out one last scream.
Crash! Splat!
The coronation platform was shattered by Syrax's impact, and the important figures on the platform were crushed into meat paste like ants by this elephant.
Whoa!
Flap, flap!
Syrax, playing dead on the ground, took advantage of Vhagar's relaxed guard and breathed a jet of dragonfire at its head to obscure its vision.
It immediately flapped its wings, circled around Vhagar, and charged towards the Dragonpit entrance.
Vhagar opened its mouth to breathe dragonfire at Syrax, but was stopped by Aemond.
Breathing dragonfire in the slightly confined space of the Dragonpit could easily damage the buildings around the main entrance with the powerful impact.
If that caused a chain reaction, it was definitely not what he wanted to see.
Flap, flap!
After exiting the Dragonpit entrance, Syrax flew towards Dragonstone.
"The coronation is not over yet!
Everyone, stay where you are and wait.
Whoever moves, dies!"
Aemond ignored Syrax and instead blocked all the King's Landing commoners who were trying to flee towards the Dragonpit entrance.
With Vhagar present, no one dared to disobey his command.
After nodding with satisfaction, Aemond jumped directly off Vhagar and walked towards the coronation platform, which was covered in rubble and bloody corpses.
And Criston, who had emerged from who knows where, was already waiting there.
In his left hand, he held the blood-stained Conqueror's Crown, and in his right hand, he held Blackfyre, the Valyrian steel longsword, also stained with blood.
Aemond, a smile on his lips, stepped forward and knelt on one knee.
Criston first placed the Conqueror's Crown from his left hand onto Aemond's head, then handed him Blackfyre from his right hand.
At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Let the Seven Gods bear witness, Aemond Targaryen is the true heir to the Iron Throne!"
Clang!
Aemond stood up, facing the direction of the Dragonpit entrance, and drew Blackfyre, then spread his arms, waiting quietly.
Clap, clap, clap!
The King's Landing commoners were slightly stunned for a moment, then immediately erupted in thunderous applause once they reacted.
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PS: Today's update is 9500 characters.
Some big boss commented that I haven't made up for missed updates.
The previous one was made up the day before yesterday with a 14,000-character update, haha.
This is making up the 2000 characters I updated less yesterday due to adjusting my state.
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