OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

106 • CROWNS & RUMOURS

"Move it! Go! Go!"

"Hyah! Hyah!"

"Make way for the royal wheelhouse!" Captain Randyll Barret shouted.

Indistinct yelling could be heard with bells tolling, people were processing to the Great Sept.

"Go on, move yourself! Come on!" a Guard shouted as his horse neighs

indistinct yelling from the captains, guards all shouting, bells tolling, bird cawing.

Resuming the bureau of authority. Aenar was accompanied by the King Guard, men-at-arms in service to the crown, the Gold cloaks of the City watch and his Unsullied.

Horses galloping. Sighing, Aenar looked out the window, at the millions of people he'll forever be leading any moment from now. He donned the traditional targaryen colours red and black, adorned in regal attire befitting his royal status.

"Have the decency to look grateful for this day, in an hour, you would be King." Alicent taunts her husband, she was wearing a red and black dress to honour his coronation. She looked quite beautiful and radiant.

Aenar chuckles. "I'm already King." He looks to side and examines the Valyrian steel, closely next to him, laid inside a sarcophagus small box in-between him and his wife.

The ancestral dagger owned by Aeonar, passed down to Aegon the conqueror to Viserys the peaceful was now in his possession. Looking at the blade he could see the valyrian runes whereas others could not "From my blood, comes the Prince that was promised, and his will be the Song of Ice and Fire."

The royal wheelhouse made way towards the Grand coronation ceremony. Beneath his ensembles, Aenar donned his leather tunic, with a shirt of red and black scales intricately engraved with a striking three head dragon embellished with dazzling emeralds rubies, his fingers adorned with black rings, inlaid with red stone, giving his impressive regalia a dark touch and carried the Valyrian steel Blackfyre in his hauberk.

His children were dressed in his house colors, all looking radiant and fine. Their patrician features so royal and noble.

"The city is jam-packed."

"Are you nervous of the people?" Alicent asked him.

Aenar's purple orbs darts to her side, unfazed.

Alicent rubs his thighs. "Don't worry my love, I'll always be by your side." She pecks his cheek, smiling warmly

"I know." Aenar kissed her lips.

"Ewwwwww..." The children mutters, covers their face with their hands.

Aenar chuckles, looking out the window as Alicent blushed. They were all together as one big family.

Moments later, the wheelhouse slowed down and Aenar took a deep breath. "I will not fail you Viserys." He exhales softly.

"We're here, Your Grace." Ser Harrold announced.

"Good...open the door and lead the way." He commanded.

As soon as it was opened, Unsullied were already lined up in formation to guide the Prince.

Aenar emerged from the wheel house, and looked out to the vast expanse of Kings Landing stretched out before him, with eager crowds, already gathering near the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor.