The Realm's Fright | HOTD S1 | Fem!OC x Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The coliseum had been full to the brim as the masses were being hauled by the men of the City Watch inside. There was pandemonium, men searching for answers and finding none while the rest of them push one another forward else a gold cloak was to take care of them. The sight of mayhaps the whole populace of the city made Alysanne shiver, thinking these were the amount of people who recognized her as a bastard and they would soon recognize Aegon as their new crowned king.

When her mother hears of this, only the Gods know how Rhaenyra will react but she had known the woman who gave birth to her as calm and collected, having honed herself a ruler for years. Rhaenyra will most likely declare war against the Greens and if not her, then Daemon.

Alysanne's own uncle-husband stays close by her left, standing at ease with his hands behind his back. Having at least bonded through their studies and their copulations, he knew her well enough by now that she was not without her intrepid nature. She has been steadfast to stay with him for the sake of their unborn child, but she still has all the time in the world to change her mind and switch sides.

On her right was her aunt and sister-by-law. The three of them, along with others of the Greens faction, stood before the masses. It was overwhelming and Alysanne knew many shared this feeling. Helaena was breathing heavily, her purple eyes downcast, and she feels sorry for her. Her raper would not face justice but would soon be king.

Otto Hightower steps forward after the bell rings for the third time. "People of King's Landing!" He announced, echoing throughout the coliseum. "Today is the saddest of days. Our beloved king, Viserys the Peaceful... is dead!" People began to whisper amongst themselves, either of confusion or grief. "But it is also the most joyous of days, for as his spirit left us... he whispered his final wish that his firstborn son, Aegon should succeed him!" He was given a rain of applause, causing Alysanne to frown in disappointment, how they are so oblivious to the Lord Hand's sinistry.

Gold cloaks and royal guards alike cut through the midst of the throng, making way for the most important man of the day. With their commander's orders, they line themselves into a pathway formation. Trumpets were soon played in herald of who is to come. The guards in linear formation raise their swords, forming a canopy in the pathway. Like the Conqueror himself, Aegon comes out of the shadows and into the light, marching down the special path. Every sword he passed was lowered to the ground and it made Alysanne wonder if this was how the Conqueror came to be king as well.

"It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this: a new day for our city, a new day for our realm. A new king... to lead us."

When the last raised sword was lowered, Aegon climbs up the platform and was greeted with a kiss on the forehead by his queen mother, as if their relations have been bountiful all these years.

Your grandsire wanted me to do all that I can for Aegon to be king.

With Lord Otto's command, Aegon lowers to his knees. The High Septon first annoints him with the seven oils. "May the Warrior grant him courage."

"May the Smith lend strength to his sword and shield."

"May the Father defend him in his need."

"May the Crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom."

The Conqueror's ruby-studded crown of Valyrian steel was then brought forth.

Silence becomes of the coronation, the glimmering of the ruby and the pleas of her dragon, although long deafened by the crowd, comes to haunt her from the back of her mind. Alysanne to bring her hand up to her mouth "I-I must be excused-"

"No." Aemond hissed, grabbing hold of her wrist.

Ser Criston, the new Commander of the Kingsguard, was given the crown. "The crown of the Conqueror, passed down through generations!"