Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 85 Coronation Day and Bloody Day

The sea of ​​Blackwater Bay was still as calm as before. Listening to the bells coming from King's Landing, Ser Stephen Darkly glanced coldly at the red castle that was gradually moving away, and carefully took off the package hanging on his shoulder. The package contained a crown, the crown of the Centenarian King and Viserys, a crown inlaid with seven different colored gems carved into a three-headed dragon, a stag, a running wolf, a lion, a rose, a trout, a rose and a falcon.

"Traitor, you have tarnished your oath and white robe." Stephen Darklyn silently watched the Red Castle disappear on the sea level. He continued to row the boat with his servants and the steward who kept the crown towards Dragonstone Island. "I will set things right, Your Majesty Viserys." The White Knight looked resolutely at the island looming in the distance.

The gaze returned to King's Landing.

People listened in a daze as the death knell rang out one after another, and riders on white horses passed through every street of the capital, shouting "King Viserys is dead, long live King Aegon! Hail the rightful king!" They galloped past the beautiful villas of the rich and the flea pits of the poor.

"Long live King Aegon!" A merchant suddenly raised his arms and shouted, scattered cheers also sounded along with his cheers, but more people were crying.

The old man mourned for King Viserys with tears, and the one-armed old shepherd in rags looked coldly at Aegon the Great and Helena riding side by side in the huge royal procession, with four white knights guarding the king and queen. The shepherd was also praying, but the people around him couldn't hear what he was saying. A big man asked the people around him in confusion. "I heard that the old king made Princess Rhaenyra, the 'Light of the Kingdom', the crown prince? How come..."

Before he finished speaking, sporadic shouts of "Long live the Queen" were heard from the bustling crowd, but they were quickly drowned out by the louder shouts of "Long live King Aegon."

"Long live King Aegon!" a middle-aged man explained to the big man with a solemn oath. "It must be the old king who has set things right. Will you let your daughter inherit the family business? Of course King Aegon is the most legitimate. Long live King Aegon!"

The hesitant people gradually joined the ranks of those who shouted "Long live King Aegon!" But more people remained silent with complicated expressions, and some civilians who were dressed decently looked away from the crowd after watching for a while. They had decided to leave King's Landing immediately and go anywhere.

As long as it's not in King's Landing.

Listening to the continuous "Long live the king", Aegon's smile grew wider and wider, and he even raised his eyebrows at Helena, which was rare. But Helena didn't even look at him, but just thought about something with empty eyes.

The mighty team passed through the city, and the dragon's lair on the high hill opened its heavy bronze gate. Thousands of strictly selected civilians, knights, and nobles poured into the spacious hall of the dragon's lair like a tide.

Great Aegon was already standing on the high platform in the Dragonpit Hall. Aemond, with a sullen face, stood with Queen Alicent, who also looked serious. Four white knights surrounded the stage, wearing golden bracelets and necklaces - this was the symbol prepared by the temporary Prime Minister Criston Cole for himself. The captain of the white knights slowly walked up the steps holding the Valyrian steel ruby ​​crown of Aegon the Conqueror I.

Great Aegon, leaning on the Valyrian steel sword "Blackfyre", the kinship sword of the Targaryen family, watched with a smile as Ser Criston placed the crown on his forehead.

"Hail, Aegon II of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Maker of the Peace of Dorne, Light of Peace in the Marches, the Righteous King," Ser Criston said loudly. "Long live King Aegon!"

The people in the audience suddenly burst into thunderous cheers, "Long live King Aegon! Long live the rightful king! Long live King Aegon! Long live the rightful king!"

"Long live the rightful king!" Great Aegon raised the Blackfyre excitedly.

The people in the audience became even more crazy. The entire dragon's lair was echoing with people's cheers, which even drowned out the dissatisfied roars of the dragons living below.

Alisson finally smiled. She took off the golden crown and placed it on Helena's forehead. She kissed her beloved daughter on both cheeks and knelt on one knee. "Your Majesty."

"Mother, is it worth it?" Helena said in an almost inaudible voice. "Is it worth it?" She looked at Aegon the Great, who was holding up the Black Flame and cheering loudly with the people, at Christon who was smiling, at the silent ministers, and at Aemond who had no expression on his face.

Alicent forced a smile. "As long as we are united, everything will be worth it." She looked at Aemond.

Aemond nodded and said, "I will bring back good news."

The one-eyed prince assured him, and then he quickly left the dragon's lair through the side door.

A deafening roar of dragons came from outside the dragon cave. Great Aegon smiled and said, "My brother will bring us victory! Everyone, let's show the heroic appearance of their legitimate king!"

Christon Cole nodded slightly, signaling Sir Masson Waters to escort the king to ride the dragon. The dragon guards who received the order opened the chains that locked Yangyan. The majestic golden dragon neighed happily when it saw its master coming, and the huge dragon head gently touched its master's chest. Big Aegon hugged Yangyan's head and said, "From today on, you are the king's dragon." Big Aegon couldn't help laughing and climbed onto Yangyan's dragon saddle in a few steps.

"Everyone, get out of the way!" Yang Yan roared, took a few steps, flapped his wings and flew out of the gate of the lower level of the dragon's lair. The beautiful golden scales of the golden dragon sparkled in the sun.

Yangyan flew around King's Landing three times. The majestic golden dragon was as dazzling as another sun under the sunlight. The whole King's Landing was completely boiling after being silent.

There was no silence, no "Long live the Queen". This time there were only shouts of "Long live the King".

On Blackwater Bay.

Sir Stephen Darklyn squinted his eyes and looked at the green dragon shadow passing across the sky in the distance. "Vhagar?" But the White Knight did not have time to think about more things. He had to go to Dragonstone as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

Yangyan slowly landed in the courtyard of the Red Castle. The nobles who were going to welcome him to the throne were already prepared. Aegon the Great, wearing the Conqueror's Crown, walked triumphantly into the throne room and slowly sat down on the hideous iron chair.

Dragonstone. Seadragon Tower.

The wails of pain could be heard clearly even in the other tower.

Princess Rhaenyra, who learned of her father's death and the various operations in King's Landing, fell into a rage. But she was still in labor.

The unfortunate princess gave birth prematurely. The three consecutive days of labor almost drove the princess crazy, especially after she got the news.

"Seven levels of hell, ahhhhh. Alison! Bitch! Slut! It's not enough that you seduced my father! You also let your monster son, your bastard, snatch my divine power! That was given to me by my father! Alison! You bitch with a brain full of maggots!" Princess Rhaenyra cursed Alison and her sons angrily. Rage filled her mind, and the princess even began to curse her own children. "Freak, monster! You are not my child! Come out! Come out!" The princess beat her stomach irrationally, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Daemon looked coldly at Count Bartimos Celtigar who was rushing over. After releasing the raven, the Count immediately boarded the fastest boat, which was only slightly slower than the raven.

"Varezes's envoy went to Crab Island first instead of Dragonstone?" Daemon said coldly.

"Prince, this..." Count Bartimos didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, gather those who are loyal to us." Daemon tore up the letter. Looking at the window, a scarlet dragon slowly landed in the courtyard of Dragonstone Island, and a clipper ship with a seahorse flag entered the port.

"My sons are still in Dragon's Nest." Daemon glanced in the direction of the Sea Dragon Tower with concern. The painful wails continued. "I can only believe that Longzel will keep his oath and cherish the friendship of his children. Stand on our side."

Dragon's Nest City.

Jekaris stood nervously beside Womax, as if he could sense that something was wrong with his master's mood. Womax also kept shaking his head in annoyance.

Womisol showed its majestic appearance on the horizon, and a green behemoth appeared almost at the same time as it.

Vhagar was coming, and the old dragon began to roar loudly as soon as he saw Vermax in the distance, until another thunderous roar suppressed its roar.

Vermithor descended from the sky and hovered steadily above Vhagar. Its ferocious dragon head was filled with golden flames, and the young man on its back looked coldly at Aemond.

"I come as a messenger, Uncle Longzel." Imond pulled the guard of the dragon saddle, comforted the frightened Vhagar, and said loudly.

This is the first update. The second update will be earlier tonight.

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