Chapter 288 "The Heroic" Aegon III Targaryen?

Chapter 288 "Heroic" Aegon Targaryen III?

Although it was expected.

But the moment he really sat on the Iron Throne, Aegon only felt a chill in his heart. He could only stiffen his hands and feet, motionless, and carefully tried to maintain himself sitting on the Iron Throne.

He is no longer young.

Born in 137 AD, Aegon is now over 40 years old. His figure is still good, and his face with few wrinkles is still handsome. But in front of Longzel, who is over 70 but still energetic, Aegon is still sitting on pins and needles.

He has never wanted this day to end as much as he does now.

It has been nearly two months since Daeron I died of illness, and Aegon's coronation was slowly carried out when everything was ready.

Under the Iron Throne, the nobles who came from all directions stood solemnly in the dark hall of the throne room. Almost all the nobles from all over the country were crowded in this hall, but no one dared to speak.

Because everyone found that the hall was clearly divided into several camps.

The nobles of the Border gathered together under the leadership of Lord Rhaegon Caron and Ser Aenys Longdel. They were accompanied by Lord Loras Tyrell and most of the nobles of the Reach, the elderly Lord Kermit Tully, the nobles of the West Riverland led by Lord Benjicol Blackwood and Lord Roger Frey, and the nobles of Dorne led by Ser Arthur Dayne. Basilon Stark, the young wolf, represented Lord Cregan and his heir Rickon Stark, and attended the coronation ceremony with Lord Manderly of White Harbor and Lord Domeric Bolton of the Dreadfort.

The nobles of the Vale, led by Earl Attila Royce, who had lived a long life and had seen off several kings and several Dukes of Arryn. Duke Shulf Arryn, who had performed brilliantly in the Eastward Expedition, also respected Royce very much. Under the leadership of these two good partners of the Vale, the nobles of the Vale and most of the nobles of the Westerlands led by Sir Talys Lannister stood aside and did not care about anything.

The nobles of the Iron Islands were still independent. The elderly Dalton Greyjoy did not come. He was preparing for the ceremony of the Ironmen returning to the Palace of the Drowned God. His heir Dagon Greyjoy attended in his place.

The young people looked at the great nobles with some curiosity, but kept a distance, as if they were not on the same path as the nobles of Westeros.

The nobles of the conquered land formed an additional small group. Their leaders were the King's Hand, Earl Herman Pole, Earl Harold Reyes, Earl Oscar Tully, Earl Eustace Osgrey, and Earl Jon Bolton. These people represented the interests in the war. They formed a small faction on their own, but they did not exclude exchanges with other factions.

The remaining nobles looked at Targaryen on the Iron Throne with sharp eyes.

But Aegon just wanted to avoid their sight now.

Seven layers of hell, it's not time yet.

Princess Rhaena stood under the Iron Throne with a smile, holding the young Daeron. Little Daeron seemed to have known something, and he held his mother's hand obediently without saying a word. The other members of the Targaryen royal family stood aside, with different expressions. Aemon and Naerys didn't care who would be the king. Elena looked regretful and pulled her husband Rhaegon Vareses to chat with Serena and Daenerys. Aerion had a bitter face and said nothing. But Maegon was a little unhappy, as if he knew something.

The eyes of the nobles in the audience fell unconsciously on the queen. Earl Rhaegon Kaon, a senior official of Vareses who had traveled around the continent with Ringol, couldn't help but sigh.

If it weren't for the fact that there was really no way to avoid the male inheritance, she should have sat on the Iron Throne, not the man who left his seed everywhere.

There was no way to reason, so I could only sigh.

Seven Kingsguards, led by Captain Sir Garin Dinwater, lined up and opened a path to the Iron Throne for the High Septon.

The High Septon held a huge silver tray with trembling hands, on which were placed the crowns cast by the Targaryen family - the Valyrian steel crown inlaid with rubies of the Conqueror, the gorgeous golden crown of Aenys I, the golden ring inlaid with seven gems of Jaehaerys I, and the iron sword crown of Jacaerys I.

There was also a brand new crown, huge, heavy, made of pure gold, inlaid with eleven different colors of gems and metals, which were polished into different images by skilled Tyrosh gem craftsmen.

Diamond wolf, sapphire eagle, golden lion, amber trout, topaz stag, emerald rose, amethyst star and sword, golden sun and spear, silver dragon and laurel leaf, moonstone sea monster, and ruby ​​three-headed dragon, representing the great nobles who guarded the kingdom and the royal family themselves.

The eleven vertices of the crown were carved with dragon heads inlaid with corresponding gem eyes, and the whole crown had only one visual effect.

Gorgeous, far more gorgeous than Aenys's crown.

All the crowns pale in comparison to it.

"Is this the crown you chose, Aegon?" Longzel's eyes swept across the five crowns, and finally landed on the most gorgeous golden crown.

Aegon trembled slightly, and he couldn't explain why he was so afraid of Longzel, but reason told him that his fear was absolutely correct.

He should be afraid of Longzel, and should take every word Longzel said seriously.

After all, the normal coronation ceremony does not require Longzier to be present in person, but this time, he directly replaced the work of the Archbishop.

He came to crown a king, not the shepherd of the Seven Gods.

But people have no objection to this.

This can already explain a lot of problems.

"Your Highness, this represents the unity of the kingdom, and also represents the wealth of the kingdom." Aegon forced himself to calm down and said.

Longzier nodded and picked up the crown: "Aegon Targaryen, the heir to the Iron Throne, in accordance with the will of Daeron Targaryen I, the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, the King of the Iron Throne, the Protector of the Realm, the Lord of Conqueror, and the Dragonheart King, you will inherit his title and everything he has."

Longzier paused: "I hope you can remember the meaning you gave to the crown."

He gently put the crown on Aegon's head, and Aemon Targaryen stepped forward and held up the Targaryen family sword "Blackfyre".

Longzier picked up the black fire: "Take the flame of your race, Targaryen."

Aegon stood up from the Iron Throne, respectfully took the Valyrian steel sword from Longzier's hand, and pulled it out suddenly. The tall king raised the sword to the sky.

The servants above immediately adjusted the windows, and the sun shone down. Under the reflection of the crown and the sword, the light passed over Aegon's face, as if the gods were using their own light to dress Aegon.

Longzier looked at Aegon calmly.

Aegon posed for a while, immediately put away the black fire sword, and calmly took the queen's crown from the High Septon.

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Rhaena stood at the bottom of the steps with a smile, slightly bent her knees.

Aegon put the queen's crown on Princess Rhaena's head expressionlessly. The audience was solemn and dignified, but there was an inexplicable awkwardness on stage, as if Aegon wanted to escape as soon as possible.

"I did something wrong, so I'm really scared." Elena couldn't help but sigh.

Daenerys was a little indignant, but reason told her that there were some things she couldn't say now.

Reason overcame emotion, and Daenerys decided to shut up.

The coronation ceremony went very smoothly.

The nobles swore allegiance to the new king, and Aegon directly appointed Daeron as the Prince of Dragonstone and the heir to the Iron Throne.

Everything was harmonious.

Sow's Corner, Silver Widow Manor.

Diana wanted to throw something, but in the end she found that she couldn't bear to throw anything, so she could only sit dejectedly on the wide bed and pull her silver hair hard.

"Aegon. You bastard who betrayed my sincerity."

Diana didn't expect that Aegon's generosity and affection were actually interdependent with his selfishness and ruthlessness. The rights he promised to fight for Daemon were now all empty words, and her manor even had a group of people monitoring her.

Aegon would never allow any problems to occur in his coronation.

"I will make you pay the price, pay the price!"

"Daemon, Daemon, my son, my son." Diana stood up stumblingly and walked towards the children's room.

A boy was holding a wooden sword seriously and fighting with a doll. Hearing his mother's voice, the boy put down the wooden sword, swung his short legs, ran to his mother with a grunt, and supported her.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" The boy asked worriedly.

"My son. I only have you. Only you"