Chapter 496: Ascend to the Iron Throne
Chapter 496 Ascension to the Throne—Recasting the Iron Throne
Time flies and it’s March.
Junlin, Giant Dragon Gate.
The avenue is busy with traffic, and the compacted path has been repeatedly rolled into mud, and the sides are covered with luxuriant grasses.
A group of fur-clad cavalry opened the way ahead, guarding a rolling convoy.
In the procession, a tall carriage drove slowly, hanging an ancient flag with the head of a direwolf.
“The messenger from Winterfell is here!”
The cavalry captain rode up to the city head and announced the identity of the owner of the convoy.
“Hiss!”
A dragon roar sounded, spreading from top to bottom.
On this towering city wall called the Dragon Gate, a gorgeous golden dragon prostrates lazily, looking down at the visitors proudly.
"dragon!"
The cavalry team in the north was frightened, and even the cavalry captain, who was always proud of his martial prowess, rode back nervously.
On the city wall, two Dauntless officers looked at each other and raised a small flag signaling the order: "Let's go!"
After a while, the motorcade from the north slowly entered King's Landing.
Come arrogantly and enter the city in a low-key manner.
The young Cregan carried the giant sword Ice on his back and rode a tall horse to mix in the convoy.
The streets of Junlin are full of pedestrians in a hurry, chatting and talking about various news.
For example:
“Look at these Yankees, they couldn’t freeze their eggs in the winter, and they were almost scared away by that golden dragon.”
“Hush! This is the noble lord.”
Afraid of a fart, the kingdom held the capital of ascension, and the noble master in the city in half a month. "
Cregen listened attentively and rationally analyzed the available information.
“Let go!”
Suddenly, there was another shout from the top of the city.
Kleiken’s expression remained normal, and he looked back at the team hanging behind the convoy.
On the muddy road, a group of well-equipped and luxurious cavalry opened the way first.
As the cavalry continued to advance, a blue flag with a crescent eagle was hoisted high.
“Arryn of the Vale.”
Kreken muttered something silently, urging the team to speed up the process.
They were all invited to attend the enthronement ceremony.
Of course, it can also be called the abdication ceremony of the old king.
…
Red Fort.
“Hurry, hurry, the guests are about to fill the banquet hall, and the snacks and drinks haven’t been served yet!”
Leonor's face flushed with anxiety and he was busy instructing his servants.
The servants were busy moving around, moving tables and chairs, and clearing away the dishes.
There is no corridor inside or outside the entire Red Fort where there are no shadows of people swaying.
“Lord Leonor, the throne room has been tidied up.”
“That’s good, this is a task specially given by the prince.”
Leonor had a line of sweat on his forehead, and he turned his head while wiping the sweat.
What came into view was the panting Tyran Lannister.
Tailan was also sweating, her neatly styled blond hair was slightly loose, and she trotted over panting.
Leonor glanced twice and reminded tactfully: "Lord Tailan, you don't have to be so...disrespectful of dignity."
“Oh, is there any?”
Tailan looked around at her clothes and smiled bitterly: "The ceremony is very important, so we must go all out."
“Hard work.” Leonor was speechless and patted him on the shoulder.
Tailan’s eyes were filled with emotion, and she turned around and continued working.
Just a month ago, the prince's palace was finally completed.
After three years of transformation, Tailan returned to King's Landing again and took over the post of Sea Snake who retired from old age and returned to his hometown.
Reappointed as Lord of the Sea.
For the sake of performance, the whole court was stirred up.
Leonor glanced at him and shouted at an attendant: "Hang the banner, don't let the noble ladies laugh at you."
…
At noon.
Guests from all over the kingdom came one by one and entered the Red Castle to participate in the succession ceremony.
Hundreds of distinguished nobles gathered together.
Putting aside past prejudices, we waited solemnly for the opening of the ceremony.
The commander of the Kingsguard, Ilic, personally led the team and led a group of big shots to the back garden of the castle.
Those who are interested discovered that the location is relatively remote.
Duke Jason of the West is a restless idiot, counting the floors of the castle behind him with his hands behind his back.
“One, two…”
When we reached the third floor, a big hole was dug out in the wall, as if it had been bombed by a catapult.
“This, this is the throne room!”
Jason screamed and saw an Iron Throne made of swords.
It's really strange, a good castle smashes the wall.
It happens to be the throne room where the conference is held.
All the nobles looked at him one after another, and all of them were surprised and whispered to each other.
Just when everyone's curiosity was rising, the Prime Minister arrived with sweating profusely and took small steps.
“My lords, let us welcome His Majesty and the Prince together!”
A cry that touched the heartstrings of the people present.
They all turned around and stared at the back of the Prime Minister.
However, there was no one.
“Lord Leonor, Your Majesty and the King…”
Duke Jason had a slumped face and wanted to complain about where the protagonist of today was.
The words just left my mouth.
A roar like rolling thunder fell from the sky, resounding throughout most of King's Landing.
The Red Fort is the closest and sound waves propagate the fastest.
Before Jason could finish speaking, his eardrums were so painful that his knees went weak and he almost fell to his knees.
“Hiss!”
“Roar!”
…”
Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Jason to curse, roars came one after another, like thunder on a sunny day.
Some people covered their ears and raised their heads quietly.
What comes into view is not only the blue sky, but also...
dragon! group!
A huge black dragon hovers above the head, setting off the sky divided into one black and one blue.
On the two-color background template, more than a dozen dragon shadows of different colors streaked across, like a painter splashing dye.
“Glutton, Dragon Flame!”
The loud shouting reached my ears, as clear as gurgling water.
Rhaegar looked down, wearing a black crown, holding real fire and dragon-taming whip in his hands.
The Gluttonous Eater dived headlong into the clouds, green dragon flames painted a large area of the sky, and once again crashed through the flaming clouds and dived at high speed.
“Hiss!”
…”
Behind a man and a dragon, a dozen dragon shadows flashed past.
Wormisor, who has bronze scales all over his body and is as huge as a mountain.
Green scales, silver wings with silver membranes.
Melias and Corakxiu with scarlet scales and different shapes. Like Syracuse and Sunfire made of gold.
As well as a series of well-known dragons in the mainland, such as Dreamfire, Sheepstealer, Theselion, and Gray Shadow.
In addition, there are several tiny little guys hanging from the tails of a group of giant dragons.
Drake Blizzard, Thrax, Ilagath, Moondancer.
More than a dozen giant dragons appeared together, following the glutton’s flight path and hovering over the Red Castle, forming a group of dye disks surrounded by dragons.
“Wormisor, land!”
Viserys was riding a dragon, his face flushed unnaturally, and he was panting and giving orders.
Wormithor broke away from the dragons, bypassed the towering Maegor Tower, and landed slowly on the ground.
Boom—
The dragon's wings converge and the heat waves roll.
Viserys dragged his heavy body down the dragon's back, waved away the white knights who came forward, and looked at the stunned nobles from a distance.
He staggered for two steps, and his smile was as bright as the warm sun: "My lords, I welcome you to come to the ceremony, and I am glad that you came to the hall."
“Don’t miss this dragon gathering that is rare in a century.”
…”
As soon as he finished speaking, dragons roared in the sky.
Viserys slowly closed his eyes, spread his arms in a hug, and was immersed in the glorious glory of the dragons dancing together.
Influenced by His Majesty, the nobles looked at the sky one after another and witnessed the soaring dragons with their own eyes.
There are many superstitious people among them.
It is suspected that the royal family wants to awaken the sleeping Fourteen Fire Peaks and restore the great achievements of the Free Fortress Empire
The long white clouds are drifting.
Facing the clouds and mist, Rhaegar stood up straight from the saddle and said in a deep voice: "Glutton, land!"
Under the bright sun, one person and one dragon are like the incarnations of gods.
The dragons then roared wildly, scattered in all directions and lowered themselves to the high ground, choosing a suitable area to land.
——
The Glutton landed first, setting off a wave of scorching air that blew over the skirts of the ladies.
Lejia didn’t squint his eyes and jumped off the dragon’s back along the jet-black dragon wings.
Syrax landed aside.
Rhaenyra had her silver hair tied back, wearing a long black dress and holding two swaddles in her arms.
"Princess!"
Benila ran off Yuewu’s back and thoughtfully ran over to take a swaddle.
Rhaena and little Daeron rode Theselion, slowly ran up to them, and hugged the other one obediently.
At the same time, a group of Targaryen dragon masters sat down on the dragon one after another.
As the 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 place.
Rhaegar joined hands with Rhaenyra, walked to Viserys, and whispered: "Father."
“Let’s go.”
Viserys smiled, with indescribable relief in his eyes, and took the initiative to put his hand on the eldest son's shoulder.
Rhaegar supported his father and walked towards the princes and ministers with a solemn expression.
Rhaenyra held hands and looked at every noble who looked at her with cold eyes.
The nobles who met his gaze bowed their heads respectfully and took the initiative to make way for them.
In this way, Rhaenys and Daemon were waiting, surrounded by the father, son, sister and brother, and moved forward step by step.
Leonor announced from the side: "The succession ceremony has been officially held!"
When the royal family members came to the front, brothers Ilik and Alik stepped forward holding two crowns in their hands.
Kneel down 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 gold crown he inherited from King Rui.
Without hesitation, he took the Valyrian crown set with rubies and handed it to the Archbishop who had already prepared it.
The archbishop's face turned pale, he took the crown tremblingly, and spoke in a trembling voice:
“In the name of the Seven Gods, I declare...”
Saying a lot of congratulations, King Viserys Targaryen I abdicated the throne and Rhaegar Targaryen I succeeded him.
Rhaegar remained silent and allowed the High Septon to anoint him with holy oil and crown him himself.
The crown is raised above his head and is about to be placed on his head.
At the critical moment, Reggati used his sword to push away the Archbishop's arm. Under the astonished attention of the entire audience, he calmly said: "Don't bother the Seven Gods, I will do it myself."
After saying that, he pinched 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!
Deadly silence, as if the air around you was frozen.
Ilic put one hand on his chest, beating it while shouting: "Welcome, King Rhaegar I of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. ,succession!"
next moment.
…
The nobles' eyes flashed, and they clapped their hands enthusiastically, and there was thunderous applause.
“Long live your Majesty!”
“Long live Rhaegar I!”
…”
Cheers, shouting loudly.
Rhaegar was still calm, pointing his sword at the throne room above his head, and uttered the dragon taming words: "Glutton, burn!"
boom! boom!
The glutton holds its wings on the ground, its huge body is higher than all the dragons, and it crawls forward slowly and powerfully.
Until the dragon's head covers the sunlight above the heads of the nobles, the neck is slightly lowered, and the dragon's kiss is aimed at the Iron Throne in the hall.
A mouthful of green dragon flames spurted out, and the Iron Throne began to melt instantly.
In front of everyone's eyes, the Iron Throne, which had ruled Westeros for more than a hundred years, turned into a puddle of molten iron.
Rhaegar raised his head, the ruby of true fire in his hand released a bright light, and silently recited the [Dragon Stone] curse.
Zilala…
The red molten iron gradually deformed and solidified as it cooled, forming the prototype of a throne paved with long steps.
A team of blacksmiths appeared at the right time, swinging their hammers and clanking, to reshape the appearance of the Iron Throne.
Rhaegar took Viserys' hand, looked into those complicated purple eyes, and whispered softly: "A chair is a chair. Even if it is an iron chair, it should not embarrass the person who sits on it."
Viserys was in a daze, his eyes gradually turned red, and he choked, "My child."
“You are still the king, I just govern for you.”
Rhaegar forced out a confident smile and pointed at Damon and others beside him.
Damon glanced at his brother and stepped out of line.
Kneel down on one knee, between his brother and nephew, lowering his proud head: "Your Majesty!"
I don’t know who I am calling.
Rhaegar looked down with a smile, the real fire was placed on his shoulders, and he said softly: "Daemon Targaryen, in the name of Rhaegar I, I canonize you as Prince of Tyrosh, and also as Governor of the Narrow Sea."
Damon looked downcast and looked up at his nephew: "As ordered."
Rhaegar helped him up himself, and then bestowed upon Aegon and Aemond.
A prince of the Stepped Islands who also serves as the guardian of the Narrow Sea.
A lord of Stonehelm who also serves as the steward of Dornesea.
Finally, his eyes fell on Rhaenyra.
Rhaegar took the golden crown from Alec's hand without saying a word.
Rhaenyra looked back at him, her eyes rippling.
Benila and Rhaena each held a swaddle in their arms, the one closest to them.
Witness the golden crown placed on the head of the foster mother.
Rhaegar took a step back and watched Rhaenyra put on the crown, his voice rising step by step: "I! Rhaegar Targaryen I, declare that the succession ceremony has been successfully completed."
“Dragon Clan, usher in a brand new future!”
As soon as the words fell.
The dragons stretched their necks and roared loudly.
(End of this chapter)
