Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen

62 • THE BLACK COUNCIL

FIVE DAYS LATER

The realm was torn apart, in a brink of putting it's bane to the torch, just one lit of a match, and everything will burn.

Aegon's coronation was put on hold, due to House Lannister outrightly declaring for the Blacks, because of Lady Cersei's betrothal to the King Aenar, with the resignation of the Master of Ships: Ser Tyland Lannister, the Hightowers lost an ally.

House Tully declared for the Blacks, on the account of Maekar being the future heir to the iron throne.

House Arryn raised their support for the Blacks. House Baratheon switched loyalties as Princess Rheanys flew to Storm's End on Meleys, threatening to burn her cousin, Lord Boremurd and his entire household, should he bend the knee to the pretender.

House Tyrell's banner man are wavering to revolt against the crown. House Beesbury are demanding justice, for the death of their Lord, Lyman Beesbury.

House Greyjoy offered to bend the knee to Aegon, if his mother, the Dowager Queen Alicent can remarry their sire, Lord Eureon Greyjoy.

Dorne has chosen not to interfere, but behind close doors, they root for the Blacks, assertive that no one in Westeros would dare cross blades with the Unsuilled.

The Brackens declare for the Greens, while the Blackwoods stands with the Blacks.

So on did confusion brew in the realm as the death of King Viserys Targaryen spread like wildfire.

While confusion loomed within the Green factions, the houses sworn to King Aenar, arrived on DragonStone, and by the time, the sun had risen, every member of DragonStone household, together with the Lord of Driftmark, Lord Celtigar of Claw Island, Lord Staunton of Rook's Rest, Lord Massey, Lord Blackwood along with Ser Erryk and Arryk Cargyll, Ser Steffon Darklyn, Ser Lorent Marbrand, Greyworm, all assembled on the Painted Table, awaiting their King.

Aenar wore his crown, and exited his chambers. with two Unsuilled in front him and two behind him, leading him to the hall, were plots were being listened to, discarded and agreed upon.

As soon as the Unsuilled walked two steps that divided the hall from the corridor, Daemon spoke in reverence, even though he envies his brother's position. "King Aenar Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, King of the Stepstones, Master of the Unsuilled, King Regent, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm..."

Everyone turned to look at Aenar striding in. He too had stopped to look at all the faces present, Daemon, Rheanyra, Daenerys stood on the right with the lesser lords, while Rheanys, Corlys, Vaemond and Mysaria stood on the right with the Kingsguards.

"Your Grace." Daemon finished.

"Your Grace!" Everyone bowed in obeisance.

Aenar took a step forward and the Unsuilled followed his shadow in formation. He turned to them and gestured them to stop there in High Valyrian.

Nearing the table, Aenar knew he was alone, as King with no offsprings of his loins, the realm believes Maekar is his successor as Viserys was his predecessor, sadly, that would not be happening. He kept fiddling the rings in his fingers, trying to stay calm as everyone was waiting for him to speak.

SILENCE.

Silence.

silence.

Awkward silence.

Grave silence.

Peak silence.

There was one thing he wanted to make clear, so he began with that. "With the news of Viserys death getting out, still the Greens plan to usurp my throne with their tactics that continues to prove a failure, they're traitors to the crown, all led astray." His tone was stern as they listen.