Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 288 “The Gallant” Aegon III Targaryen?
Although it was expected.

But the moment he really sat on the Iron Throne, Aegon only felt a chill in his heart. He could only keep his hands and feet stiff and motionless, carefully trying to maintain himself sitting on the Iron Throne.

He is not getting any younger either.

Born in 137 AD, Aegon is now years old. He has maintained a good figure and his wrinkle-free face is still handsome. However, in front of Dragonzel, who is over years old but still energetic, Aegon is still on pins and needles.

He had never wanted the day to be over as much as he did now.

It had been nearly two months since the death of King Daeron I, and Aegon's coronation was slowly carried out with everything ready.

Under the Iron Throne, the great nobles who had come from all directions stood solemnly in the dark hall of the throne room. Almost all the great nobles from all over the country were crowded in this hall, but no one dared to speak.

Because everyone noticed that the hall was clearly divided into several camps.

The Marchers gathered under Lord Rhaegon Khayon and Ser Aenys Rondell, with Lord Loras Tyrell and most of the Reach's nobility, the elderly Lord Kermit Tully, Lord Benjicol Blackwood and Lord Roggen Frey from the Riverlands, and the Dornish led by Ser Arthur Dayne. Basilon Stark, the young wolf, represented Lord Cregan and his heir Rickon Stark, along with Lord Manderly of White Harbor and Lord Domeric Bolton of the Dreadfort, attended the coronation.

The nobles of the Vale, led by Earl Attila Royce - the long-lived Royce had seen off several kings and several Dukes of Arryn. Duke Shuf Arryn, who had performed brilliantly in the Eastward Expedition, also respected Royce very much. Under the leadership of these two good partners of the Vale, the nobles of the Vale and most of the nobles of the Westerlands led by Ser Tallis Lannister stood aside as if they had nothing to do with the matter.

The nobles of the Iron Islands still acted independently. The elderly Dalton Greyjoy did not come. He was preparing for the ceremony of the Ironmen's return to the Palace of the Drowned God. His heir Dagon Greyjoy attended in his place.

The young men looked at the great nobles with some curiosity, but kept a distant distance, as if they were not on the same path as the nobles of Westeros.

The nobles of the conquered territories formed an additional small group, whose leaders were the Hand of the King, Earl Herman Pole, Earl Harold Reyes, Earl Oscar Tully, Earl Eustace Osgrey, and Earl Jon Bolton. These people represented interests in the war. They formed a small faction on their own, but did not exclude exchanges with other factions.

The remaining nobles looked at Targaryen on the Iron Throne with sharp eyes.

But Aegon wanted only to avoid their sight now.

Seven levels of hell, now is not the time.

Princess Rhaena stood smiling at the Iron Throne, holding the young Daeron by the hand. Little Daeron seemed to have understood something, holding his mother's hand obediently, without saying a word. The other members of the Targaryen royal family stood aside, with different expressions. Aemon and Naerys didn't care who would be king. Elona looked regretful, holding her husband Rhaegon Vareses, and chatting with Serena and Daenerys. Aerion had a bitter face and said nothing, but Maegon was a little unhappy, as if he knew something.

The eyes of the nobles in the audience unconsciously fell on the queen. Count Regen Kaon, a senior official of Vareses who had traveled around the continent with Lingol, could not help but sigh.

If male inheritance was not something that could really be avoided, she should be the one sitting on the Iron Throne, not that man who left his offspring everywhere.

There is no way to reason with him, I can only sigh.

Seven Kingsguards, led by their captain, Ser Garin Dinwater, formed an array and cleared a path for the High Septon to the Iron Throne.

The High Septon held a huge silver tray with trembling hands, on which were placed the crowns forged by the Targaryens - the ruby-studded Valyrian steel crown of the Conqueror, the magnificent golden crown of Aenys I, the seven-stone gold ring of Jaehaerys I, and the iron sword crown of Jacaerys I.

There was also a new crown, huge, heavy, made of pure gold, inlaid with eleven different colored gems and metals, each of which was polished into a different shape by skilled Tyroshi gemsmiths.

The diamond wolf, sapphire eagle, golden lion, amber trout, topaz stag, emerald rose, amethyst star and sword, golden sun and spear, silver dragon and bay leaf, moonstone sea monster, and ruby ​​three-headed dragon represent the great nobles who guard the kingdom and the royal family themselves.

The eleven vertices of the crown are carved with dragon heads inlaid with corresponding gemstone eyes, and the entire crown has only one visual effect.

Gorgeous, far more gorgeous than the Crown of Inys.

All crowns pale in comparison to it.

"Is this the crown you chose, Aegon?" Longzel's eyes swept across the five crowns and finally fell on the most gorgeous golden crown.

Aegon trembled slightly. He couldn't explain why he was so afraid of Longzel, but reason told him that his fear was absolutely correct.

He should be afraid of Longzel and should take every word Longzel says seriously.

After all, a normal coronation ceremony did not require Longzel to be present in person, but this time, he directly replaced the work of the Archbishop.

He came to be crowned a king, not a shepherd of the Seven. And the people were fine with that.

This can already explain a lot of problems.

"Your Highness, this represents the unity of the kingdom, and also represents the wealth of the kingdom." Aegon forced himself to calm down and said.

Longzier nodded and took up the crown: "Aegon Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, by the will of Daeron Targaryen I, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, King of the Iron Throne, Protector of the Realm, Lord of the Conquered Lands, you will inherit his title and everything he has."

Longzel paused and said, "I hope you can remember the meaning you gave to the crown."

He gently placed the crown on Aegon's head, and Aemon Targaryen stepped forward and raised the Targaryen family sword "Blackfyre".

Dragonzir picked up the black flame: "Take the flame of your race, Targaryen."

Aegon stood up from the Iron Throne, respectfully took the Valyrian steel sword from Dragonzel's hand, and pulled it out suddenly. The tall king raised the sword to the sky.

The servants above immediately adjusted the windows, and the sunlight shone down. Reflected by the crown and the sword, the light swept across Aegon's face, as if the gods were using their own light to dress Aegon.

Dragonzel looked at Aegon calmly.

Aegon posed for a moment, then immediately put away the Blackfyre Sword and calmly took the Queen's crown from the High Septon.

Rhaena stood at the bottom of the steps, smiling, and bent her knees slightly.

Aegon placed the queen's crown on Princess Rhaena's head with an expressionless face. The audience was solemn and dignified, but the audience on stage felt awkward, as if Aegon wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

"I'm really scared when I do something wrong." Elena couldn't help but sigh.

Daenerys was a little indignant, but reason told her that there were some things she couldn't say now.

Reason overcame emotion, and Daenerys decided to shut up.

The coronation ceremony went very smoothly.

The nobles swore allegiance to the new king, and Aegon directly appointed Daeron as Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.

Everything is in harmony.

Sow Corner, Silver Widow Manor.

Diana wanted to throw something, but finally found that she couldn't bear to throw anything. She could only sit dejectedly on the wide bed and pulled her silver hair hard.

"Aegon, you are a bastard who betrayed my sincerity."

Diana didn't expect that Aegon's generosity and affection were actually interdependent with his selfishness and ruthlessness. The rights he promised to fight for Daemon have now become empty words, and there are even more people monitoring her in her manor.

Aegon would not allow any problems to occur in his coronation.

"I will make you pay the price, pay the price!"

"Damon, Damon, son, my son." Diana stumbled to her feet and walked towards the children's room.

A boy was seriously holding a wooden sword and fighting with a puppet. When he heard his mother's voice, he put down the wooden sword, swung his short legs, panted and ran to his mother and supported her.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" the boy asked worriedly.

"My son, you are all I have. Only you."

(End of this chapter)