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And as the dragon had been taken by the canans of a howling wolf, one has not only taken the blackened crown, but the blood of the howling wolf in ones belly
The vast throne room, adorned with targaryen banners, buzzes with anticipation. the air is thick with the weight of history and the promise of a new era. the main banner emblazoned with the three headed dragon hangs majestically behind the iron throne, its crown topped sigil a testament to elaenys rightful claim
the throne itself, forged from the swords of defeated enemies stands as a symbol of power and unity. the room is filled with a sea of noble faces, representatives from the various houses of westeros, all gathered to bear witness to this momentous occasion. the sound of murmured conversations, the rustling of fine silks and velvets and the clinking of jewelry fill the air, punctuated by the occasional clang of armor and the soft hum of excitement
the walls, lined with ornate tapestries depicting the conquests of aegon the conqueror seem to whisper tales of the past while the high ceiling adorned with golden dragons shines like a beacon of prosperity and good fortune. the atmosphere is heavy with expectation, as the gathered nobles await the arrival of the soon to be crowned elaenys, the dragon empress who will lead their realm into a new era of peace and prosperity
in the front rows, the lords and ladies of the great houses sit poised, their faces a mask of politeness but their eyes betraying a hint of curiosity, admiration or even trepidation. behind them, the lesser nobles and knights stand at attention, their armor polished, their faces set with determination. the air is electric with the promise of a new beginning as the entire realm holds its collective breath in anticipation of elaenys coronation
viserys, once a king, now a complex figure stands on the steps of the throne, his kingly attire and sword, blackfyre, a reminder of his past power and authority. his face, a map of conflicting emotions reveals the turmoil within
doubt, sadness, anger and acceptance all flicker across his features, a testament to the weight of his thoughts. has he made the right decision by yielding to elaenys demands? does he mourn the loss of his own legacy and the fate of his family? is he resentful of elaenys audacity and the threat she poses to the realm? or has he come to terms with the inevitable, knowing that resistance would only bring destruction to his people?
