"DREAMS DIDN'T MAKE US KINGS, DRAGONS DID"
Targaryen's were nothing without their dragons. History proves that they need them, especially for when Aegon's dream comes true.
Daenys Targaryen; named for the dreamer herself, her importance to House Ta...
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The Crowning of King Viserys I Targaryen--
Jaehaerys Targaryen, the first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and The First Men, Lord of The Seven Kingdoms and Protector of The Realm, was dead.
Jaehaerys the Wise, The Conciliator, The Old King was dead.
The grandfather of Rhaenys, Viserys, Daemon, Aemma and Daenys was dead.
The great-grandfather of Laena, Laenor, Lyarra, Rhaenyra and Elaena was dead.
At his funeral, the Bronze Fury had an imprint on the dragonless Daenys. After his funeral, Daenys fully claimed Vermithor, the mount of the Old King. Daenys the Dragonless had turned into Daenys the Dragonrider, and that dragon was the second-largest dragon
In the weeks that followed, Viserys and his chosen small council members had begun the planning of his coronation. Daemon and Otto had been at each other's throats for the duration of it. The hand had tried to conform Viserys to a coronation similar to that of Jaehaerys, in the sept of King's Landing, under the eyes of the seven gods. Whereas, Daemon had urged his brother to have his coronation in the dragonpit, he believed it to be the only place a Targaryen could truly be king.
Viserys had called upon the opinion of Daenys, who had agreed with Daemon. There were still those who had supported Rhaenys, and he would need the sheer size of the home of the dragons to prove that he was a capable king. So it would be, Prince Viserys, The Prince of Dragonstone would become King of The Andals, The Rhoynar and The First Men in the dragonpit by the month's end.
Daenys, Aemma, Rhaenyra, Rickon, Lyarra and Elaena took their places on the man-made altar at the end of the dragonpit. They had stood with their backs to the opening of the undervaults, where the heard the roars of both claimed and unclaimed dragons alike.
Daemon had taken his place towards the front of that same man-made altar, he would eventually be at the right of Viserys, where Otto would be on the left. Daenys spared one last look at her brother, before the crowds of the city were allowed to enter, to see him as the very image of how King Jaehaerys had described the conqueror to be. The family of the soon-to-be king looked out towards the opening of the dragonpit as smallfolk and nobles alike were granted access to the coronation of Viserys. Daenys looked around the front benches, unable to truly see if her favourite cousin and her family would be here.
Daemon's dulcet tones rang out once the benches of the dragonpit were full, his voice full of pride and sorrow, a thousand battles raging in his mind - pride versus sorrow being the main one. His dulcet tones were commanding and didn't falter under the pressure. "Today is a day filled with sorrow, for it is the acceptance of the death of King Jaehaerys the Wise. It is however, a day to be celebrated, for the Prince of Dragonstone must become the King!".
At this, dragonkeepers, dragonstone guards and gold cloaks of the city watch alike marched through the crowd from a side section, seperating to form a pathway for the present Prince of Dragonstone to walk through. So he did, after the trumpets had signalled his royal arrival. When he had reached the top of the alter, the realm's delight's face became one of pure smiles. Daenys and Daemon looked at the small child and then towards each other, the younger of the two wondering if Rhaenyra would've looked similar to the children they would've shared.
Turning back to the crowning ceremony of their brother, the two had witnessed Ser Ryam place the crown of Jaehaerys onto his head, loudly pronouncing "The Crown of The Concililator, passed from grandfather to grandson." Then it was the serpent hand's turn to speak, for he had managed to convince Viserys that it was best to be crowned in the traditions of the religion he was married with. Ser Otto's voice rang loud and clear, echoing in the walls of the dragonpit. "Let the Seven bear witness that Viserys Targaryen is the true heir to the Iron Throne!".
Viserys stood from his kneeling position, looking at Ser Ryam, who diligently bowed his head. His eyes scanned the row of people next to Ser Ryam. His Family. Aemma, Rhaenyra and Daenys curtisied to their new king, swearing allegiance and loyalty with the silent movement. Princess Daenys looked at her borther and smiled; for a minute, she saw his pride and his willful nature to be helpful and had decided that she would defend her brother in every walk of life. Lord Rickon bowed in respect and loyalty to the king, Lyarra and Elaena copied the movements of Princess Rhaenyra. Viserys turned to his brother and Ser Otto, the pair of them bowed in unison. Daemon, in complete submission to his brother and Otto in acting out his part.
It was Daemon who had proclaimed him King, Daemon who had made it known to the city of King's Landing that the man who had bore Blackfyre, punching it in the air, was the King. Daemon had made it know that their brother, Viserys the calm, Viserys the mediator, Viserys the peaceful, was the king.
"ALL HAIL HIS GRACE! Viserys Targaryen, The First of His Name; King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and The First Men, Lord of The Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Long May He Reign!"
Cheers erupted throughout the dragonpit and Daenys smiled. The reign of her brother had begun, the fourteen flames help those who would seek to endanger it, for herself and Daemon would seek them out with Fire and Blood.
The feast celebrating the earlier coronation was one that singers and maesters alike would speak about for years to come. Maesters would speak of how the crown was spared no expense, with golden ornaments, targaryen decorations and how every item of cutlery had vanished, replaced with golden encrusted versions of the ones that had gone missing.
The singers would sing of how Princess Daenys had accepted dances from the lords of the reach, knights of the westerlands, lords of the north, nobles of the vale and knights of the stormlands, had danced with her husband thrice and Princess Rhaenys twice. They would sing of how she danced the fesitivity away with Lady Laena and how with every lord or knight that came near the people's princess, the defiant prince would stare at them with a glare so fierce that only the fires of Vhagar could match it. The only time the glare would soften would be when she danced with Laena or Rhaenys. Not even Rickon was safe from them.
The singers would sing of how Princess Daenys had danced with all the lords of the realm, whilst Prince Daemon would glower at the princess and whomever she had chosen to be her dance partner. They would not know of the truth behind the glares for some time, nor would they know of the volcano that had erupted when Princess Daenys had caught him glaring at herself and her dance partner, Lord Blackwood.
