Chapter 496 Ascending the Throne and Recasting the Iron Throne

Chapter 496 Ascension to the Throne—Recasting the Iron Throne

Time flies and it’s March.

King's Landing, Dragon Gate.

The road was busy with traffic, and the compacted path was repeatedly crushed into mud, with luxuriant grass growing on both sides.

A group of fur-clad cavalry opened the way ahead, guarding a convoy of rolling wheels.

A tall carriage in the procession drove slowly, hanging an ancient flag with the head of a direwolf.

"The messenger from Winterfell is here!"

The cavalry captain rode up to the city head and announced the identity of the owner of the convoy.

"Hiss!"

A dragon roar sounded, spreading from top to bottom.

On top of this towering city wall called the Dragon Gate, a magnificent golden dragon prostrates lazily, looking down at the incoming visitors proudly.

"dragon!!"

The northern cavalry team was frightened, and even the cavalry captain, who always prided himself on his martial prowess, rode back nervously.

On the city wall, two Dauntless officers looked at each other and raised a small flag signaling the order: "Let go!"

After a while, the motorcade from the north slowly entered King's Landing.

Come arrogantly, enter the city quietly.

The young man Cregan carried the giant sword Ice on his back and rode a tall horse to mix in the convoy.

The streets of Junlin were full of hurried pedestrians, discussing various news in a sensual manner.

For example:

"Look at these Yankees. They couldn't freeze their eggs in the winter, and they were almost scared away by that golden dragon."

"Hush! This is the noble lord."

For fear of nothing, the kingdom held a coronation ceremony, and the city was filled with nobles for half a month. "

Cragen listened attentively and rationally analyzed the available information.

"Let go!!"

Suddenly, there was another shout from the top of the city.

Kraiken's expression remained normal as he looked back at the team hanging behind the convoy.

On the muddy road, a group of well-equipped and luxurious cavalry led the way.

As the cavalry continued to advance, a blue flag with a crescent eagle was hoisted high.

"Arryn of the Vale."

Cracken muttered something silently, urging the team to speed up the process.

They were all invited to attend the enthronement ceremony.

Of course, it can also be called the abdication ceremony of the old king.

…

Red Fort.

"Quick, quick, the guests are almost filling the banquet hall, and the snacks and drinks haven't been served yet!"

Leonor's face flushed with anxiety and he was busy instructing his servants.

The servants were busy moving around, moving tables and chairs and clearing away the dishes.

There was no corridor inside or outside the entire Red Keep that was not filled with swaying figures.

"Lord Leonor, the throne room has been tidied up."

"That's good. This is a task specially given by the prince."

A line of sweat broke out on Leonor's forehead, and he turned his head while wiping the sweat.

What came into view was the panting Tyran Lannister.

Tailan was also sweating, her neatly styled blond hair was slightly loose, and she trotted over panting.

Leonor glanced twice and reminded tactfully: "Lord Tailan, you don't have to be so...disregarding your dignity."

"Oh, is there any?"

Tailan looked around at her clothes and smiled bitterly: "The ceremony is very important and we must go all out."

"Hard work." Leonor was speechless and patted him on the shoulder.

Tailan's eyes were filled with emotion, and she turned around and continued working.

Just a month ago, the prince's palace was finally completed.

After three years of transformation, Tailan returned to King's Landing again and took over the post of Sea Snake who retired from old age and returned to his hometown.

Re-appointed Sea Lord.

For the sake of performance, the whole palace was stirred up.

Leonor glanced at him and shouted at an attendant: "Hang the banner, don't let the noble ladies laugh at you."

…

At noon.

Guests from all over the kingdom came one by one and entered the Red Castle to participate in the succession ceremony.

Hundreds of distinguished nobles gathered together.

Putting aside past prejudices, they waited for the opening of the ceremony with solemn faces.

The commander of the Kingsguard, Ilic, personally led the team and led a group of big shots to the back garden of the castle.

Careful people discovered that the location is relatively remote.

Duke Jason of the West is a restless idiot, counting the floors of the castle behind him with his hands behind his back.

"One, two..."

When we reached the third floor, there was a big hole in the wall, as if it had been bombed by a catapult.

"This, this is the throne room!"

Jason screamed and saw an Iron Throne made of swords.

It's really amazing, a good castle smashing the wall.

It happened to be the throne room where the conference was held.

All the nobles looked at him one after another, all of them were surprised and whispered to each other.

Just when everyone's curiosity was rising, the Prime Minister arrived with sweating profusely and took small steps.

"My lords, let us welcome His Majesty and the Prince together!"

A cry that touched the hearts of those present.

They all turned around and stared at the back of the Prime Minister.

However, there was no one there.

"Lord Leonor, Your Majesty and the King..."

Duke Jason's face was slumped, and he wanted to complain about where the protagonist of today was.

The words just left his mouth.

"Hiss-"

A roar like rolling thunder fell from the sky, resounding throughout most of King's Landing.

The Red Fort is the closest and sound waves travel the fastest.

Before Jason could finish speaking, his eardrums were so painful that his knees softened and he almost fell to his knees.

"Hiss!"

"Roar!"

"..."

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Jason to curse, roars came one after another, like thunder on a sunny day.

Some people covered their ears and raised their heads quietly.

What comes into view is not only the blue sky, but also...

Dragon! A flock!

A huge black dragon hovered overhead, dividing the sky into black and blue.

On the two-color template, more than a dozen dragon shadows of different colors passed by, like a painter splashing dyes.

"Greedy, dragon flame!"

The loud shout reached the ears, as clear as the gurgling water.

Rhaegar looked down, wearing a black crown, holding the true fire and the dragon whip in his hands.

"Hiss--"

The glutton plunged into the clouds, the dark green dragon flame painted a large area of ​​the sky, and once again broke through the fire clouds and dived at a high speed.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Behind the man and the dragon, more than a dozen dragon shadows flashed by.

Wormisol, who was as big as a mountain with bronze scales all over his body.

Silver wings with verdant scales and silver-white wing membranes.

Melias and Koraxhu, whose scales were scarlet and in different shapes.

Syrax and Yangyan, who were like gold.

And a series of dragons well known to the continent, such as Dreamfire, Sheep Thief, Tesserion, and Gray Shadow.

In addition, behind the tails of a group of dragons, there are a few tiny guys hanging.

The young dragons Blizzard, Slarks, Iragas, and Moon Dance.

More than a dozen dragons appeared together, following the flight path of the Glutton and hovering over the Red Castle, forming a group of dye disks surrounded by dragons.

"Vormithor, land!"

Viserys rode on the dragon, his face flushed unnaturally, and he gave orders while panting.

Vormithor broke away from the dragon group, bypassed the towering Maegor's Tower, and slowly landed on the ground.

Boom——

The dragon's wings converged, and the heat wave rolled.

Viserys dragged his heavy body down from the dragon's back, waved his hand to drive away the white knights who came forward, and looked at the stunned nobles from afar.

He staggered two steps, smiling as brightly as the warm sun: "My lords, welcome to the ceremony, and I am glad that you came to the palace."

"I didn't miss this dragon race event that is rare in a century."

"Hiss——"

"..."

As soon as the voice fell, the dragons in the sky roared.

Viserys slowly closed his eyes, opened his arms to hug, and immersed himself in the glorious glory of the dragons dancing together.

Inspired by his majesty, the nobles looked up at the sky and witnessed the dragons flying with their own eyes.

There are many superstitious people among them.

Suspecting that the royal family wants to awaken the sleeping Fourteen Fire Peaks and reproduce the great cause of the Free Fortress Empire

The white clouds are floating.

Rhaegar stood up from the saddle against the clouds and mist, and said in a deep voice: "Greedy, land!"

Under the reflection of the sun, one man and one dragon are like the incarnation of gods.

The dragons roared, scattered to lower the high ground, and chose a suitable area to land.

Whoosh——

The Glutton landed first, raising a wave of hot air that blew up the skirts of the ladies.

Rhaegar jumped off the dragon's back along the black dragon's wings without looking away.

Syrax landed beside him.

Rhaenyra had her silver hair tied up behind her head, wearing a long black dress, and holding two swaddles in her arms.

"Princess!"

Beneila ran down from Moon Dancer's back and ran over to take one swaddle considerately.

Rhaenyra and little Daeron rode on Tessarion, ran up a step slower, and took the other one obediently.

At the same time, a group of Targaryen dragon riders rode down their dragons one after another.

Rhaenys and Daemon were the elders.

Aegon, Helena, and Aemond were the younger generation.

All the members of the Targaryen royal family appeared, and eleven pairs of purple eyes swept the whole scene.

Rhaegar took Rhaenyra's hand and walked to Viserys' side, whispering, "Father."

"Let's go."

Viserys smiled, with indescribable relief in his eyes, and took the initiative to put his hand on his eldest son's shoulder.

Rhaegar supported his father and walked towards the princes and ministers with a solemn face.

Rhaenyra held her hand, and her cold eyes looked at every noble who cast her eyes.

The nobles who met their eyes all bowed their heads respectfully and took the initiative to make way.

In this way, Rhaenys, Daemon and others surrounded the father and son, and the three siblings, and walked forward step by step.

Lyonor announced from the side: "The succession ceremony is officially held!"

When the royal family members came to the front, the brothers Erik and Alec came forward with two crowns in their hands.

Kneeling on one knee, bowing their heads to offer.

Viserys glanced at them.

The crowns were the Valyrian steel crown used by the Conqueror and the golden crown he inherited from the old king.

Without hesitation, he took the ruby-encrusted Valyrian crown and handed it to the High Septon who had already prepared it.

The High Septon's face turned pale, and he took the crown tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice:

"In the name of the Seven Gods, I declare..."

He said a lot of congratulations, and sent off King Viserys Targaryen I to the throne, and Rhaegar Targaryen I to the throne.

Rhaegar remained silent, allowing the High Septon to anoint him with holy oil and crown him personally.

The crown was raised above his head and was about to be worn on his head.

At the critical moment, Rhaegar raised his sword to push away the High Septon's arm, and under the astonished gaze of the audience, he calmly said: "Don't bother the Seven Gods, I will do it myself."

After that, he pinched the Conqueror's Crown with one hand.

Rhaegar looked around, ignored those slightly angry eyes, and raised the crown above his head.

After a slight pause, the crown was officially worn.

Silence!

The dead silence seemed to freeze the air around him.

Ilic placed one hand on his chest, pounding it and shouting: "Welcome, King Rhaegar I of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, to the throne!"

The next moment.

Papapapa...

The nobles' eyes flashed, and they clapped their hands enthusiastically, and there was thunderous applause.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live Rhaegar I!"

"..."

Cheers, shouts.

Rhaegar remained calm, pointing his sword at the throne room above his head, and uttered the dragon taming words: "Glutton, burn!"

boom! boom!

The glutton's wings rested on the ground, its huge body taller than all the dragons, and it crawled forward slowly and powerfully.

Until the dragon's head covered the sunlight above the heads of the nobles, the neck was slightly lowered, and the dragon's kiss was aimed at the Iron Throne in the hall.

"Hiss-"

A mouthful of green dragon flames spurted out, and the Iron Throne began to melt instantly.

As everyone watched, the Iron Throne, which had ruled Westeros for more than a hundred years, turned into a puddle of molten iron.

Rhaegar raised his head, the real fire ruby ​​in his hand released a bright light, and silently recited the [Dragon Stone] curse.

Zi La La...

The red molten iron gradually deformed and solidified as it cooled, forming the prototype of a throne paved with long steps.

A group of blacksmiths appeared at the right time, swinging their hammers and clanging, reshaping the appearance of the Iron Throne.

Rhaegar took Viserys' hand, looked into those complicated purple eyes, and whispered softly: "A chair is a chair. Even if it is an iron chair, it should not embarrass the person who sits on it."

Viserys was in a daze, his eyes gradually turned red, and he choked, "My child."

"You are still the king, I just govern for you."

Rhaegar forced out a confident smile and pointed at Damon and others beside him.

Damon glanced at his brother and stood out.

Kneeling on one knee, between his brother and nephew, he lowered his proud head: "Your Majesty!"

I don’t know who I’m calling.

Rhaegar looked down with a smile, real fire resting on his shoulders, and whispered: "Daemon Targaryen, in the name of Rhaegar I, I canonize you as Prince of Tyrosh, and concurrently as Governor of the Narrow Sea."

Damon looked downcast and looked up at his nephew: "As you command."

Rhaegar helped him up himself, and then sealed Aegon and Aemond.

A prince of the Stone Steps Islands, who also serves as the guardian of the Narrow Sea.

A lord of Stonehelm who also serves as the Steward of Dornesea.

Finally, his eyes fell on Rhaenyra.

Rhaegar took the golden crown from Alec's hand without saying a word.

Rhaenyra looked back at him, her eyes rippling.

Benila and Renya each held a swaddle in their arms, which was closest to them.

Witness the golden crown placed on the head of the foster mother.

Rhaegar took a step back and watched Rhaenyra put on the crown, her voice rising step by step: "I! Rhaegar Targaryen I, declare that the succession ceremony has been successfully completed."

"Dragon Clan, usher in a new future!"

The words fell.

The dragons stretched their necks and roared loudly.