Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 496 Ascension - Recasting the Iron Throne
Time flies and it is now March.

King's Landing, Dragon Gate.

There was a lot of traffic on the avenue, the compacted path was repeatedly rolled into a muddy mess, and there was lush grass growing on both sides.

A team of cavalrymen wearing fur coats led the way, guarding a convoy with rolling wheels.

A tall carriage was moving slowly in the team, hanging an ancient flag with a dire wolf's head.

"The emissary from Winterfell has arrived!"

The cavalry captain rode to the top of the city wall and announced the identity of the caravan's owner.

"Hiss!"

A dragon roar sounded, spreading from top to bottom.

On top of this towering wall called the Dragon Gate, a gorgeous golden dragon was crawling lazily, looking down at the visitors with pride.

"dragon!!"

The northern cavalry was terrified, and even the cavalry captain, who was always proud of his martial arts, rode his horse backward nervously.

On the city wall, two Fearless officers looked at each other and raised a small flag to signal: "Let them pass!"

After a while, the convoy from the north slowly entered King's Landing.

Come with arrogance and enter the city with humbleness.

The young boy Creggan, carrying a huge sword, Ice, rode a tall horse and mixed in the caravan.

The streets of King's Landing were filled with pedestrians hurrying by, discussing all kinds of news.

For example:

"Look at these Yankees. Winter didn't freeze their balls off, but that golden dragon almost frightened them off."

"Hush! This is a noble lord."

I'm not afraid of anything. The kingdom is holding a coronation ceremony, and the city has been full of nobles for half a month."

Cregan listened attentively, analyzing the available intelligence rationally.

"Let go!!"

Suddenly, there was another loud shout from the top of the city.

Kraken looked calm as he turned back to look at the team hanging behind the convoy.

On the muddy road, a team of well-equipped and elegant cavalry led the way.

As the cavalry continued to advance, a blue flag with a crescent eagle flying on it was raised high.

"Arryn of the Vale."

Kraken muttered to himself, urging the convoy to speed up.

They were all invited to attend the coronation ceremony.

Of course, it can also be called the old king’s abdication ceremony.

……

Red Fort.

"Hurry, hurry, the guests are about to fill the banquet hall, why don't you serve the snacks and drinks!"

Leonor's face turned red with anxiety, and he was busy ordering his servants around.

The servants were busy moving tables and chairs and clearing away the plates.

Inside and outside the entire Red Castle, there was not a single corridor without shadows of people moving about.

"Lord Leonor, the throne room is cleaned up."

"That's good. This is a task the prince specifically instructed me to do."

Beads of sweat appeared on Leonor's forehead, and he turned his head away while wiping the sweat.

What he saw was the breathless Tyran Lannister.

Tailan was also sweating, with his neatly groomed blond hair slightly loose, and he jogged over, panting.

Leonor glanced at him and gently reminded him, "Lord Tailan, you don't have to be so...disrespectful."

"Oh, is there any?"

Tailan looked around at her outfit and smiled bitterly: "The ceremony is of great importance, we must go all out."

"Thank you for your hard work." Leonor was speechless and patted his shoulder.

Tailan was moved and turned around to continue working.

Just a month ago, the Prince's Palace was finally completed.

After three years of transformation, Taelan returned to King's Landing and took over the position of the retired Sea Serpent.

Reappointed Minister of the Navy.

In order to show off, the entire palace was in turmoil.

Leonor glanced at him and yelled to a servant, "Hang up the banner, don't let the noble ladies laugh at you."

……

noon.

Guests from all over the kingdom arrived one by one and entered the Red Castle to attend the succession ceremony.

Hundreds of prominent nobles gathered together.

Putting aside past prejudices, everyone waited solemnly for the ceremony to begin.

Commander Ilic of the Kingsguard personally led a team to the back garden of the castle for a group of important figures.

Those who are interested have discovered that the location is rather remote.

Duke Jason of the West is a restless fool, with his hands behind his back, counting the floors of the castle behind him.

"One, two..."

When I counted to the third floor, there was a big hole in the wall, as if it had been bombed by a catapult.

"T-This is the throne room!"

Jason screamed and saw an Iron Throne made of swords.

It's really strange, a good castle wall was destroyed.

It happened to be the throne hall where the conference was held.

All the nobles looked over there, all of them were surprised and whispered to each other.

Just as everyone's curiosity was growing, the Prime Minister arrived in small steps, sweating profusely.

"My Lords, let us welcome His Majesty and the Prince together!"

A cry touched the hearts of everyone present.

They all turned around and stared at the back of the Prime Minister.

However, there was no one there.

"Lord Leonor, His Majesty and the King..."

Duke Jason had a gloomy face and wanted to complain about where today's protagonist was.

The words just left his mouth.

"Hiss-"

A muffled roar like thunder came from the sky, echoing throughout most of King's Landing.

The Red Fort is the closest, and sound waves travel the fastest.

Before Jason could finish his words, his eardrums hurt so much that his knees went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

"Hiss!"

"Shout!"

"..."

Then, before Jason could even start cursing, roars came one after another, like thunder in a clear sky.

Someone covered his ears and looked up quietly.

What comes into view is not only the blue sky, but also...

Dragon! Swarm!
A giant black dragon hovered overhead, dividing the sky into black and blue.

On the two-color template, more than a dozen dragon shadows of different colors pass by, just like a painter splashing dye.

"Glutton, Dragon Flame!"

The loud shouts reached my ears, as clear as the sound of gurgling water.

Rhaegar looked down, wearing a black crown and holding true fire and a dragon taming whip in his hands.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton dived into the clouds, dark green dragon flames painted a large area of ​​the sky, and it broke through the flaming clouds again and dived at high speed.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Behind the man and the dragon, more than a dozen dragon shadows flashed by.

Womisoor is covered with bronze scales and is as big as a mountain.

Green scales and silver wings with silvery-white wing membranes.

Melias and Koraxus, with scarlet scales and different shapes. Syrax and Kagerou, who are like gold.

As well as a series of dragons well-known on the continent, such as Dreamfire, Sheep Thief, Tessarion, and Gray Shadow.

In addition, there were a few tiny little guys hanging behind the tails of a group of giant dragons.

The young dragon Blizzard, Slax, Iragas, and Moon Dancer.

A dozen dragons appeared together, following the Glutton's flight path and hovering over the Red Castle, forming a group of dye disks surrounded by giant dragons.

"Vomisol, land!"

Viserys rode on the dragon, his face flushed unnaturally, and he gave orders while panting.

Vermithor broke away from the dragon group, bypassed the towering Maegor's Tower, and slowly landed on the ground.

boom--

The dragon's wings retracted and heat waves rolled in.

Viserys dragged his heavy body down from the dragon's back, waved his hand to drive away the white knights who were approaching, and looked at the stunned nobles from afar.

He staggered two steps, his smile as bright as the warm sun: "My Lords, welcome to the ceremony, and I am glad that you have come to attend the ceremony."

"I didn't miss this dragon race event that only happens once in a century."

"Hiss-"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragons in the sky roared.

Viserys slowly closed his eyes, opened his arms as if in a hug, and immersed himself in the glory of the dance of dragons.

Inspired by His Majesty, the nobles looked up at the sky and witnessed the dragons flying with their own eyes.

There are many superstitious people among them.

I suspect the royal family wants to awaken the dormant Fourteen Fire Peaks and recreate the great cause of the Free Fortress Empire.
White clouds are floating.

Rhaegar faced the clouds and mist, stood up from the saddle, and said in a deep voice: "Glutton, land!"

Under the reflection of the sun, the man and the dragon looked like incarnations of gods.

The dragons roared and scattered to lower the heights, choosing a suitable area to land.

call--

The Glutton landed first, stirring up a wave of hot air that blew up the ladies' skirts.

Without looking away, Rhaegar jumped off the dragon's back along the dark dragon's wings.

Syrax landed nearby.

Rhaenyra had her silver hair tied up behind her head, she was wearing a long black dress, and she was holding two babies.
"Princess!"

Benilla ran down from Moon Dancer's back and considerately took a swaddling cloth.

Rhaena and little Daeron rode on Tessarion, ran over slowly, and took the other one in their arms.

At the same time, a group of Targaryen dragon riders mounted their dragons one after another.

As elders, Rhaenys and Daemon.

The younger generation: Aegon, Helena, and Aemond.

All members of the Targaryen royal family appeared, and eleven pairs of purple eyes scanned the entire scene.

Rhaegar, holding Rhaenyra's hand, walked to Viserys's side and whispered, "Father."

"Let's go."

Viserys smiled, with unspeakable relief in his eyes, and put his hand on his eldest son's shoulder.

Rhaegar supported his father and walked towards the group of princes and ministers with a solemn expression.

Renira held her hand, and her cold eyes met the gaze of every noble who cast her gaze.

All the nobles who met his gaze bowed their heads respectfully and made way for him.

In this way, Rhaenys, Daemon and others surrounded the father and son, and the three siblings, and moved forward step by step.

Leonor announced from the side: "The succession ceremony is officially held!"

When the royal family members came forward, brothers Elik and Yarik came forward holding two crowns.

Kneel on one knee and bow your head to offer.

Viserys glanced sideways.

The crowns are the Valyrian steel crown used by the Conqueror and the golden crown he inherited from the Centenarian King.

Without hesitation, he took the ruby-encrusted Valyrian crown and handed it to the High Septon who had already prepared it.

The Archbishop turned pale, took the crown tremblingly, and spoke in a trembling voice:
"In the name of the Seven Gods, I declare..."

A lot of congratulations were given, and King Viserys I Targaryen abdicated and King Rhaegar I Targaryen succeeded him.

Rhaegar remained silent, allowing the High Septon to anoint him with holy oil and crown him himself.

The crown was raised above his head, about to be placed on his skull.

At the critical moment, Rega raised his sword and pushed away the Archbishop's arm. Under the astonished gaze of the whole audience, he calmly said: "Don't bother the Seven Gods, I can do it myself."

After saying that, he took the Conqueror's Crown with one hand.

Rhaegar looked around, ignoring the slightly angry looks, and raised the crown above his head.

After a slight pause, the crown was officially put on.

quiet!
It was dead silent, as if the air around them had frozen.

Ilic placed one hand on his chest, pounding it and shouting, "Please, King Rhaegar I of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, you are here!"

next moment.

clap clap clap...

The nobles' eyes sparkled and they clapped their hands enthusiastically, and suddenly the applause became thunderous.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live King Rhaegar I!"

"..."

Cheers, shouts.

Rhaegar remained calm, pointing his sword at the throne room above his head, and uttered the Dragon Tamer language: "Burn, glutton!"

boom!boom!
The Glutton supported the ground with its wings, its huge body taller than all the dragons, and it crawled forward slowly and powerfully.

Until the dragon's head blocked the sunlight above the nobles' heads, its neck lowered slightly, and its dragon's mouth was aimed at the Iron Throne in the hall.

"Hiss-"

A burst of dark green dragon flame spurted out, and the Iron Throne began to melt instantly.

In front of everyone's eyes, the Iron Throne that had ruled Westeros for more than a hundred years turned into a pool of molten iron.

Rhaegar raised his head, the true fire ruby ​​in his hand released a dazzling light, and he silently recited the [Dragon Stone] spell.

Zi La La...

The red molten iron gradually deformed, and as it cooled and solidified, it took the shape of a throne paved with long steps.

A group of blacksmiths appeared at the right time, swinging hammers and clanging, reshaping the appearance of the Iron Throne.

Rhaegar took Viserys's hand, looked into her complex purple eyes, and whispered softly, "A chair is a chair. Even if it is an iron chair, it should not be difficult for the person sitting on it."

Viserys was in a trance, his eyes gradually turned red, and he choked with sobs and said, "My child."

"You are still the king, I am just ruling for you."

Rhaegar forced a confident smile and pointed his true fire at Daemon and others beside him.

Damon glanced at his brother and stepped out of the line.

He knelt on one knee, between his brother and nephew, and lowered his proud head: "Your Majesty!"

I don’t know who is calling.

Rhaegar smiled and looked down at him, Truefire resting on his shoulder, and whispered, "Daemon Targaryen, in the name of King Rhaegar I, I appoint you Prince of Tyrosh and Governor of the Narrow Sea."

Damon looked downcast as he looked up at his nephew: "As you command."

Rhaegar helped him up himself, and then conferred titles on Aegon and Aemond.

A prince of the Stonehenge Archipelago, and guardian of the Narrow Sea.

A lord of Stonehelm and steward of the Sea of ​​Dorne.

Finally, his gaze fell on Rhaenyra.

Rhaegar took the golden crown from Alec without saying a word.

Rhaenyra looked back at him, her eyes rippled.

Benilla and Rhaena each held a swaddling baby and were closest to the two.

Witness the crown of gold placed upon the head of the foster mother.

Rhaegar stepped back and watched Rhaenyra put on the crown. His voice rose as he said, "I, Rhaegar Targaryen, the First, declare the succession to the throne complete."

"Dragon clan, usher in a brand new future!"

The words fell.

The dragons stretched their necks and roared loudly in unison.

(End of this chapter)