𝕬s the first century of the Targaryen Dinasty came to a close, the health of the Old King, Jaehaerys, was failing.
In those days, House Targaryen stood at the height of it's strenght with ten adult dragons under it's yoke. No power in the world could stand against it.
King Jaehaerys ruled over nearly sixty years of peace and prosperity, but tragedy had claimed both his sons, leaving his succession in doubt.
So, in the year 101, the Old King called a concil to choose an heir. More than a thousand lords made the journey to Harrenhal. Fourteen succession claims were heard, but only two were truly considered.
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, the king's eldest descendant.
And her younger cousin, Prince Viserys Targaryen, the king's oldest male descendant.
"It's declared by all lords paramount and lord vassals of the Seven Kingdoms that Prince Viserys Targaryen be named Prince of Dragonstone."
Rhaenys, a woman, would not inherit the Iron Throne.
Pathetic
The lords instead chose Viserys.
My younger brother.
Jaehaerys called a Great Concil to prevent a war being fought over his succession.
For he knew the cruel truth: the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon, was itself.
" That didn't work out that well, did it, Grandfather? "
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