Chapter 174: Coronation at the Eyrie, Ruling the Realm
The Vale, the Eyrie
"Let the coronation ceremony begin!"
Amidst Maester Luwin's passionate call, nobles from all over gathered in the Great Hall of the Eyrie. They stood up one after another, welcoming the approaching Jon with the warmest applause and highest respect.
Their applause echoed like thunder within this ancient and majestic castle, the faces of every noble brimming with unshakable excitement and awe.
They were all well aware that once Jon was crowned king, they would be the future ministers of the dragon. Although the Vale, the North, and the Riverlands had once overthrown the rule of House Targaryen, they would once again create a miracle before Jon, this new Dragonlord.
"My lords, let us hail the one true and legitimate King, Lord of the Stepstones, King of the Kingdom of the Daughters, King of the First Men, the Andals, and the Rhoynar, Protector of the Realm, Lord of the Iron Throne, Valyrian Dragonlord, the True Dragonlord, His Grace, King Aegon Targaryen!"
Maester Luwin's voice was filled with solemnity and pride. His words seemed like a hymn, praising the supreme glory and authority of this great monarch.
As he spoke these words, Maester Luwin's heart was also filled with gratification. When he first met Jon, Jon was just a thin and sickly infant.
He never imagined that after not seeing him for only three short years, the boy who used to be woken up by nightmares had already become the King of the Seven Kingdoms, a being who commanded dragons and magic.
In this surging atmosphere, the nobles of the North had faces etched with loyalty and respect. They could never have imagined that the former bastard of Winterfell would become such a powerful existence.
As people who revered strength, after witnessing the prowess of Jon and his Drakon cavalry, they were also proud to be able to pledge their loyalty to such a powerful individual.
The nobles of the Vale, on the other hand, had eyes sparkling with deep admiration and fear for Jon. Jon's methods and strength startled them, and his miraculous means made them realize what true power was.
Although many of their old friends had completely lost their former castles, Jon had brought them more hope and benefit.
The nobles of the Mountains of the Moon, newly promoted by Jon, were filled with unparalleled excitement and visions for the future. Having been accustomed to hard lives, they had never experienced such a life before.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
As the celebratory bells echoed over the Eyrie, the doors to the hall were slowly opened. The opening of the doors signaled the official start of the ceremony.
Bran Stark and Rickon Stark, two members of House Stark, held baskets filled with fresh flowers and led their direwolves, stepping into the hall from the left and right, adding a sense of solemnity and peace to the upcoming ceremony.
Next, two figures appeared on the path paved with flowers. Among these two figures, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly Jon.
Today, Jon was clad in black armor with a blood-red cloak, looking very handsome. At this moment, he was full of confidence, walking into the hall with firm steps.
Nourished by the system's power, his physique appeared even more robust. The muscle lines on his arms became more apparent under the refined armor, manifesting an unspoken sense of power.
On the armor of his chest was the dragonwolf sigil, shining with a mysterious light—the best interpretation of his identity.
The white wolf on the left symbolized his bloodline from House Stark of the North, while the three-headed dragon sigil on the right was a prominent marker of his Targaryen Dragonlord bloodline.
His black curly hair brushed lightly against his handsome face. Jon's eyes revealed an indescribable spiritual power, as if telling the world that he was ready to take on the upcoming responsibility and glory.
Beside Jon, Jynnaera Velarys, the ancient Valyrian female Dragonlord awakened by magic, drew the gaze of everyone present with her unparalleled beauty.
Her silver curly hair and deep purple eyes silently spoke of her noble Valyrian Dragonlord bloodline and her unique, mysterious charm.
Today's coronation ceremony was to serve as a warning to all the noble lords of the Seven Kingdoms, making them understand who the true legitimate ruler of the Seven Kingdoms was.
At the same time, it was also to reassure the nobles of the North, the Vale, and the Mountains of the Moon. No matter the place, any war required a righteous cause.
If Jon were not crowned and named king, then from the lords and nobles down to the peddlers and servants, they would lack confidence when following him into foreign wars.
This was just like when Aegon the Conqueror was crowned on Dragonstone by his sister Visenya Targaryen; only with the title of king would one have more momentum and legitimacy when attacking others.
Under the guidance of Bran and the others, Jon and Jynnaera walked toward the weirwood throne high in the hall, where Eddard Stark and Catelyn Stark had already been waiting for a long time.
Arya Stark and Sansa Stark, dressed in beautiful gowns, each held a tray. On them lay a beautiful crown and a queen's crown, prepared for Jon and Jynnaera.
When Jon walked to the stairs below the weirwood throne, his gaze met his uncle and aunt above, especially his foster aunt. He recalled the time he left Winterfell.
Lady Catelyn seemed to have been in a similar position then, and at that time, her face showed no warmth when she saw Jon.
But today, when Jon looked at her, her eyes held only gratification and respect. After learning the truth, Lady Catelyn had completely resolved her resentment toward her husband and Jon, her foster nephew.
In Catelyn's heart, Eddard was the incarnation of the Father and the Warrior; with his mercy and honor, he had traded for his nephew's future and life.
And Jon, this foster nephew, was even more extraordinary. She knew very well that when Jon left, he was penniless. She never thought that in just three short years...
Jon had actually conquered the entire Stepstones and the Kingdom of the Daughters, and was leading his own forces, intending to reclaim the lands belonging to his paternal family.
"Uncle Eddard! Aunt Catelyn!"
"Jon... Aegon, I never would have thought!"
Today, Eddard's face was full of gratification. When he took Jon from the Tower of Joy, he had imagined many outcomes for this child.
And when Jon told him about that dream, Eddard had also been lost and conflicted. He tried to stop everything from happening, but in the end, he still didn't escape the control of fate, and even almost died in King's Landing.
To be honest, Eddard hadn't expected Jon to achieve what he had today. Perhaps his nephew really was someone blessed by the gods!
In front of the weirwood throne, Jon and Jynnaera stood side by side before the Eddard couple, with Arya and Sansa by their side.
The two Stark sisters' expressions were somewhat complicated when they saw Jon—there was joy, loss, and a faint, subtle trace of jealousy.
Arya had the best relationship with Jon, so good it didn't seem like siblings. Arya had always hidden that unspeakable feeling deep in her heart, so when she saw Jynnaera, her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Sansa's feelings were even more complex. After experiencing the ups and downs of King's Landing, she greatly admired Jon's miraculous power and had developed a desire to learn and master it.
Facing Jon, an existence powerful enough to change everything, Sansa also felt an impulse to get close to him, or rather, to depend on him.
Especially today, after seeing Jynnaera by Jon's side, Sansa felt even more that she was more qualified to stand by his side.
Jynnaera, who was good at observing and discovering, keenly felt the gazes and looks of these two foster sisters. The corners of her mouth curled up, like a child who had found a fun toy.
If Sarene and the others, far away in the Kingdom of the Daughters, saw Jynnaera's look, they would only think of running away early, because back then, they were teased quite badly by Jynnaera.
"Thank you, Uncle Eddard and Aunt Catelyn, for coming. I feel that having two elders representing the old gods and the Faith of the Seven, as well as the North and the South, crown me is the most important and sacred moment of my life. Only in this way can I truly receive the protection of the gods and truly bring prosperity and happiness to all the people of the Seven Kingdoms."
As Jon's elders and believers of the old gods and the Faith of the Seven, Jon would gain more people's trust when crowned by the Eddard couple. At the same time, this would show everyone his commitment to fairness and religious harmony.
"Very well, let us begin!"
After confirming the process with Maester Luwin, Eddard was ready for everything. Today, he would personally crown his nephew.
"Uncle Eddard, I want you and Aunt Catelyn to crown me together. This is what truly represents the union of the old gods and the new."
Just as Eddard was about to pick up the crown to take the oath, Jon spoke up and interrupted him. After saying this, Jon also looked at Catelyn with hope.
"Alright!"
Catelyn didn't feel there was anything inappropriate after hearing Jon's request. Perhaps in her view, being able to personally crown her nephew was also a very honorable thing.
"Witnessed by the gods, Aegon Targaryen shall become the sole King of the Seven Kingdoms..."
The vows were mostly the same. Before today's coronation ceremony, Lady Catelyn had already received the words from Maester Luwin. After slightly changing the forms of address, Lady Catelyn followed Eddard in a low voice and finished all the vows.
Soon, as the crown was placed, the nearly extinct Targaryen bloodline was once again crowned king in the realm of the Seven Kingdoms.
However, unlike before, Jon would not repeat the mistakes made by his ancestors. He would forge the Seven Kingdoms into a new nation, a unified and powerful whole.
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