Bang bang bang!
Womax and the other three dragons landed in the dragonpit, their massive bodies completely filling the large square.
The Dragon Guard on duty today slowly walked forward, their expressions somewhat off.
King Jaehaerys saw this but didn't take it to heart; after all, anyone seeing Womax's size increase again would be shocked.
After getting into the carriage and closing his eyes to rest for a while, the coachman outside reminded him that the Red Keep had arrived.
Opening the carriage door, the first thing King Jaehaerys did was look up at the Red Keep walls.
But his brow immediately furrowed, because not only did he not see Larys and galwin, but even the bodies of the crownlands lords who had previously firmly supported the Green Party had disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there were rows of banners embroidered with the merged sigils of the silver seahorse and the Black Three-Headed Dragon, facing off against each other.
This was very interesting!
Because throughout this war, King Jaehaerys had used the Targaryen Black Three-Headed Dragon banner from beginning to end.
These newly made banners, at face value, only represented that House Velaryon and the royal family were related by marriage.
But secretly, everyone would recognize that House Velaryon was now the first family of power in the Seven Kingdoms acknowledged by the royal family.
Just like in the TV series of the previous life when Joffrey was crowned king, cersei replaced all the banners in the Red Keep with those of the crowned stag and the golden lion facing off.
Is it because I went to surround Aemond alone, leaving out Rhaenys, that House Velaryon has become disloyal?
Is Daemon trying to appease them this way?
"King Jaehaerys, welcome back from The Wall!"
Just as King Jaehaerys was watching and thinking, a Valyrian officer wearing silver armor walked forward from the Red Keep gate, bowed, and greeted him.
This person's face was somewhat familiar; he seemed to be one of Rien's deputies.
King Jaehaerys glanced out of the corner of his eye at a House Velaryon soldier who quietly slipped into the Red Keep while Rien's deputy was speaking,
Then he asked in a very calm tone: "I remember ordering those traitors to be hung until only bones remained; who took them down?
Also, why are you in charge of guarding the Red Keep?
Where is earl samwell Blackwood?"
"your majesty, because many great lords of the Seven Kingdoms have come to King's Landing to swear fealty,
regent Daemon felt those bodies were too smelly and unsightly, so they were temporarily replaced with new ribbons.
As for earl samwell, it was because he heard that Twin River City was attacked by the false king Aemond.
He was worried that his raven tree hall would suffer, so he resigned and returned to the Riverlands."
"regent Daemon? hmm, I am only fourteen, and according to the laws of the Seven Kingdoms, a regent is indeed needed before the age of sixteen.
earl samwell returned to the Riverlands?
That's truly a shame; I was originally prepared to reward him handsomely.
Heh heh, then you all have worked hard!"
"It's no hardship, your majesty; this is my duty!"
After smiling and bidding farewell to Rien's deputy, King Jaehaerys's expression changed immediately upon entering the Red Keep gate.
Something had happened in the Red Keep, and it was most likely done by Rhaenys!
Daemon was never someone who cared about the opinions of the lords of the Seven Kingdoms, so replacing the bodies with ribbons was definitely not his idea.
And even if he were to change the Red Keep guard, he would definitely use the cavalry from the vale, who he had been commanding during this time and were closer to him.
As for the claim that earl samwell returned to the Riverlands because he was worried about raven tree hall, that was even more ridiculous.
Regardless of whether raven tree hall had suffered or not, he could not possibly return to the Riverlands at a time when merits were about to be rewarded.
But it didn't matter; not to mention that he could summon the four dragons in the dragonpit, including Womax, at any time.
With King Jaehaerys's current strength alone, he could kill his way in and out of the Red Keep seven times over.
He subconsciously reached out to adjust vigilance and blackfyre hanging by his waist on either side, then strode towards the Throne Room with his head held high.
Even now, King Jaehaerys had not... or rather, was unwilling to suspect Daemon, who he had been with for many years and who valued affection and loyalty.
After all, in this world, there weren't many people he could recognize.
Clang clang clang!
As soon as King Jaehaerys reached the entrance of the Throne Room, Rien led nearly a hundred fully armed House Velaryon soldiers to surround him from all directions.
"Rien, if you cannot clearly explain your current actions.
Then, you will all die!"
Looking at King Jaehaerys's cold eyes, Rien's mind couldn't help but recall the fear he had once brought.
He nervously swallowed, and respectfully replied: "Gulp, King Jaehaerys... your majesty!
It was regent Daemon and earl Rhaenys who issued the order prohibiting anyone from interfering with the oath-swearing ceremony inside the Throne Room.
So, please wait here for a moment."
"Who are they swearing fealty to now?"
"Your brother, Aegon Targaryen."
Upon hearing this name, King Jaehaerys felt as if daggers inscribed with the word 'betrayal' were constantly piercing his heart.
An unprecedented rage also surged up with uncontrollable speed.
If Lucerys was sitting inside now, perhaps it would only be a puppet king unilaterally chosen by the ambitious Rhaenys for herself.
But now little Aegon was sitting on the Iron Throne, which meant that Daemon absolutely could not have had nothing to do with this matter.
Just like the earl of lys who had contacted Beoro, what he could not tolerate most was betrayal!
"Rien, considering you have followed me campaigning in the east and west all this time.
I'll give you a chance now, move aside!"
Upon hearing this, Rien constantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
Ultimately, between the fear brought by King Jaehaerys and his loyalty to Rhaenys, he chose the latter.
"Everyone listen to my order, from now on, no one is allowed to enter the Throne Room!"
Clang, clang!
As soon as Rien finished speaking, King Jaehaerys crossed his hands at his waist and fiercely drew vigilance and blackfyre.
Inside the Throne Room, little Aegon, dressed in magnificent robes, sat upon the Iron Throne, while Rhaenys, wearing dark dragon scale armor, stood beside him.
Baela stood at the foot of the Iron Throne stairs with an angry face, but was forcibly restrained by Daemon beside her.
Lucerys and Joffrey, the two princes who should have been present, were not in the Throne Room.
Neither were Stone, Korman, and other direct subordinates of King Jaehaerys.
Most of the Seven Kingdoms lords, big and small, in the middle of the hall knew what had happened.
But they pretended as if nothing was wrong, coming forward one by one according to the normal procedure to swear fealty to little Aegon.
Indeed, from their perspective.
A king with extremely pure blood, who was kind and enthusiastic, was definitely more acceptable than a king who was cruel, bloodthirsty, and would destroy and slaughter cities at the drop of a hat.
Bang bang bang!
Clang, clang!
Just as the oath-swearing ceremony was nearing its end, a heavy kicking sound suddenly came from the direction of the Throne Room door.
Before the lords of the Seven Kingdoms inside the Throne Room could turn their heads, the thick oak door wrapped in iron was kicked down onto the ground.
Hiss!
When they clearly saw the bloody scene outside the Throne Room door, most of the lords gasped.
Only to see the corridor outside the door piled high with strangely shaped and incomplete corpses.
Severed arms and legs, pierced hearts and slit throats were just the most common ways to die; some Valyrian soldiers were directly cut in half at the waist or diagonally sliced, armor and all.
King Jaehaerys, covered in blood, was holding two Valyrian steel longswords in one hand and a bloody head in the other.
Roll, roll, roll!
He raised his hand and gently tossed it; the blood-soaked head flew over the heads of the many lords and landed directly on the steps of the Iron Throne.
The round head rolled a few times on the ground in front of the Iron Throne, and the strong smell of blood assailed their nostrils.
The lords of the Seven Kingdoms in the hall could see clearly now; it was the head of the Valyrian Fleet Commander, Rien.
At this moment, his blood-stained face still retained an expression of disbelief.
Rhaenys's face was ashen; she had personally arranged the defensive forces outside the door.
Therefore, she understood how terrifying King Jaehaerys was; those were over a hundred of the most elite Valyrian soldiers, many of whom were also sworn knights.
Thump thump thump!
King Jaehaerys, like a blood-soaked demon god, held his swords in both hands again and stepped towards the Iron Throne.
Blood flowed down his body, leaving a bloody footprint on the floor of the Throne Room with every step he took.
The crowd of Seven Kingdoms lords automatically parted in the middle, clearing a path directly to the Iron Throne for King Jaehaerys.
Clang clang clang!
Clang clang clang!
Dozens of royal guards, surrounding the newly appointed seven White Knights, drew their swords and lined up below the Iron Throne.
Daemon, holding dark sister, slowly stood at the very front of them, and softly said to Little Jace: "Little Jace, stop here!
After this matter is over today, I will return to the Stepstones with you, return to Essos.
At that time, you can occupy whichever city you want.
lys, Volantis, even the strongest Braavos, I will be with you!"
"Why?"
On King Jaehaerys's blood-stained face, a pair of eyes that seemed to be shining brightly stared fixedly at Daemon.
"Because you are already the King of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones; that is your territory."
"Why?"
Whether it was because of a guilty conscience or because of shame turning into anger.
Daemon suddenly shouted loudly: "King Jaehaerys, you no longer have the right to inherit the Iron Throne.
Your mother, Queen Rhaenyra, said on Dragonstone that she did not want you to inherit her throne.
And even if we support you out of kinship, the lords and commoners of the entire Seven Kingdoms will not agree to you ascending the Iron Throne!
That is the reason, is that enough?"
"Hahaha!"
After hearing Daemon's words, King Jaehaerys immediately laughed up at the sky.
While laughing wildly, he also turned his head and scanned the many lords of the Seven Kingdoms in the Throne Room.
The wild laughter gradually subsided, but words wilder than the laughter echoed through the Throne Room.
"No one can stop me from ascending the Iron Throne; these soldiers cannot, Rhaenys cannot, and neither can you, Daemon!
As for the lords and commoners of the Seven Kingdoms?
What are they? Do I need their consent?
Whoever dares to object, I will kill them!
If the entire Seven Kingdoms object, then I will burn down the entire Seven Kingdoms with my dragon.
Now, get off my Iron Throne immediately!"