The She-Dragon

• All Hail King Aemond •

The castle was alive with anticipation as the dawn of Aemond's coronation day broke. Handmaidens scurried through the corridors, their hurried footsteps echoing the urgency of the moment. In their quarters, Aemond and Elaenys were the center of this whirlwind, each being meticulously prepared for the grand ceremony that would soon unfold.

Elaenys stood before a grand mirror, her reflection showing a woman of grace and resolve. The handmaidens worked tirelessly, adjusting the intricate layers of her gown, a stunning creation of deep crimson and gold, symbolizing both her fiery spirit and noble lineage. Her hair was woven into an elaborate braid, adorned with delicate jewels that shimmered with each movement. Despite the flurry of activity around her, Elaenys remained calm, her mind focused on the significance of the day. She knew that her role was not just to stand beside Aemond, but to be a pillar of strength and wisdom in the challenges to come.

Aemond was also being attended to with great care. The handmaidens adjusted the layers of his regal attire, ensuring that every detail was perfect. His mind raced with thoughts of the future, the weight of the crown feeling heavier with each passing moment. Yet, thoughts of Elaenys brought him solace. Her unwavering support and fierce determination had been his anchor through the tumultuous times, and today, they would face this new chapter together.

As the final touches were made, Aemond and Elaenys emerged from their quarters. Their eyes met, a silent exchange of strength and love passing between them. Together, they walked towards the throne room, their steps in sync, reflecting their unity and shared purpose.

The throne room was a spectacle of opulence, filled with nobles and dignitaries who had gathered to witness the coronation. The air was thick with expectation as Aemond approached the throne. The crown, a symbol of power and responsibility, was placed upon his head. In that moment, he felt the enormity of his new role, but also the unwavering presence of Elaenys by his side.

"All hail King Aemond!"

The smallfolk, and nobles chanted over and over again.

Elaenys stood tall, her gaze steady and reassuring. She knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but with Aemond, she felt invincible. Today was not just about the coronation of a king, but the beginning of a new era, one where they would rule together, facing whatever came their way with courage and unity.

Word of Aemond's coronation traveled swiftly across the realm, carried by ravens and whispered by messengers. At Dragonstone, Rhaenyra sat in her chamber, poring over maps and letters, her mind consumed with the ongoing tensions within her family. The air was thick with the scent of salt and the distant roar of the sea, a constant reminder of the isolation and power that Dragonstone represented.

A knock at the door broke her concentration, and a trusted aide entered, bowing respectfully before speaking.

"Your grace, a message from King's Landing."

the aide announced, holding out a sealed scroll.

Rhaenyra took the scroll, her fingers tracing the familiar seal. She broke it open and read the contents, her eyes narrowing as she absorbed the news. Aemond, her half-brother, had been crowned king. The words on the parchment seemed to burn into her mind, igniting a mix of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a deep sense of injustice.

She rose from her chair, the parchment crumpled in her hand. The aide watched her with a mixture of concern and curiosity, waiting for her response.

"Summon my council"

Rhaenyra commanded, her voice steady but laced with determination.

"We must discuss our next move."