Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 230 Coronation Ceremony
The Iron Throne is larger and more terrifying than anyone can imagine. It stands eight feet tall, and all sorts of weapons—longswords, short swords, daggers, axes, spears, halberds, and maces—were melted and reshaped in the dragon's flames to form this grotesque throne.

The left armrest is composed of a dozen longswords, their blades protruding outwards and gleaming coldly. The right armrest is a mix of battle axes and maces, the axe blades and iron nails densely packed together. On the back of the chair, hundreds of various weapons are stacked layer upon layer, forming a wall of steel spikes, with the highest few longswords pointing straight to the sky like sharp teeth. Below the seat are three tiers of steps, each paved with fragments of broken weapons.

The entire throne was pitch black, and in the firelight, not a single smooth surface was visible. Every angle had a sharp edge, and anyone sitting on it had to be extremely careful to avoid being cut.

Legend has it that Aegon the Conqueror designed it this way on purpose, so that everyone who sat on it would remember that ruling is painful and power is sharp.

When the Blood Alliance Guardians first saw the Iron Throne, they were immediately deeply shocked by this iron chair.

"This is the Iron Chair?" Lazar stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"Finally, I've seen this iron chair. It's not all that great," Zheko said with a look of disgust. "Is this chair for sitting on, or for being tortured?"

Old Mosso circled the Iron Throne, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My blood of blood, the chair is covered in weapons, how can anyone sit on it?"

"Aegon the Conqueror is a ruthless man," Lacaro exclaimed. "He even thought about how to torture people when he was making a chair!"

Quello reached out to touch a protruding blade, but Lazar immediately grabbed him. "Watch out! You don't want to live?" Then, Lazar gave Quello a sheepish smile. "Let me try? Just sit for a bit and see what it feels like."

Lahalo waved his hand dismissively, "Of course you can, just be careful not to get sodomized!"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Lazar carefully walked up the steps, but before he could even sit down, the sole of his shoe was torn.

He immediately jumped down, cursing and swearing.
"This broken chair is impossible to sit on!"

“No wonder those kings were always so short-tempered,” Lacalo suddenly realized. “Who could be in a good mood sitting in a chair like that every day?”

The Dothraki people crowded around to watch, and the crowd in the hall also watched them.

This place is now a gathering place for many nobles from all over Westeros and Essos.

The entrance was covered with a deep red carpet that stretched all the way to the Iron Throne. On either side of the carpet stood Pentos's Shield soldiers, dressed in white robes, wearing barrel helmets, and holding spears, standing as still as statues.

The hall is 150 feet long and 50 feet wide, with a towering vaulted ceiling forty feet above the ground. Eighteen massive stone pillars support the entire building, each as thick as three people could hug, and their surfaces are carved with lifelike dragon reliefs.

Three enormous banners hung from the stone pillar: the Targaryen coat of arms with a red dragon on a black background, the Khalasar battle banner with a black horsetail on a red background, and the Tyrell coat of arms with a gold rose on a green background.

Beneath the banner stood a large group of people: Prince Oberyn Martell and his mistress, Ellaria Sand, along with their bastard son, Treyne Sand. Obaya and Nymeria were fighting on the western front and were not involved. Accompanying them were representatives of House Dayne, the Fowler twins, and other Dornish nobles.

In addition, there were representatives from the Reach, including Ser Garland Tyrell and Lady Olenna Redwyn, as well as representatives from House Hightoar, House Rowan, House Tarly, and members of House Oakhut.

Aside from the old knight Barristan Selmy, there were few nobles in the Stormlands. Most of them wore black or dark blue clothing and their family crests on their chests. Several noble representatives from the North also participated, such as the Mandler family.

On the contrary, most of the families from the Riverlands rushed over, looking longingly at Laharo. After all, that land had been ravaged by war, and they probably wanted some compensation after the war in the Westerlands ended, even if it was just a little bit.

Seated on the viewing platform were most of the members of the Pentos Governor's Council, led by Leon; most of the sergeants of the Pentos Shield, led by Baqu; and the heads of various guilds in Kohol City, led by Harry Strickland.

Since Harry had distinguished himself in Reese, Laharlo sent him to Corhol as acting Supreme Administrator.

In addition, there were messengers from Braavos and the Bank of Rogers, as well as wealthy merchants from several free trading cities.

"Cough cough..."

The newly appointed Archbishop of the Seven Gods, Cumberley, cleared his throat and slowly walked toward Laharlo.

He wore a crystal seven-pointed star on his chest and a seven-colored robe, each color representing one of the seven gods.

Red represents warriors, orange represents blacksmiths, yellow represents young girls, green represents mothers, blue represents old women, indigo represents the Father, and purple represents strangers.

The Archbishop of the High Sparrow was executed for instigating war. This Archbishop of Cumberland was elected after the High Sparrow was burned at the stake and was more moderate and better at cooperating with the royal family than his predecessor.

The main reason was that the cult's armed forces were wiped out by Lahalo as soon as they were established, so they had no choice but to keep a low profile.

"Rahalo!"

The archbishop held a Valyrian steel crown in his hands, inlaid with seven rubies, and his voice echoed through the hall.
"Please swear before the seven gods that you are willing to solemnly promise to govern the people of the seven kingdoms well?"

Rahalo stood before the Iron Throne, expressionless.

He didn't care much about these religious rituals, but he understood their political significance. The people needed to see the continuation of tradition and to believe that the new king was approved by the gods.

“I do,” he said.

"Would you be willing to govern the seven kingdoms with kindness and justice?"

"I am willing."

"Are you willing to do everything in your power to ensure that the law and justice are upheld in your governance?"

"I am willing."

The archbishop raised his crown high, his voice booming.

"By the mercy of the Father, the love of the Mother, the courage of the warrior, the skill of the blacksmith, the purity of the maiden, the wisdom of the old woman, and the justice of the stranger, I, in the name of the gods, will crown Rahalo as the King of the Seven Kingdoms!"

Then, the crown was placed on Rahalo's head.

"May the gods bless the King!" the archbishop proclaimed.

"Long live the King!" Thunderous cheers erupted in the hall. "Long live the King! Long live the King!"

The Blood Guards paid their respects to him in a gesture reminiscent of a sea of ​​grass, drawing their scimitars in unison, raising them high, and shouting in unison, "Rahalokao! Rahalokao!"

Amid cheers, Rahalo walked toward the Iron Throne.

This chair has witnessed hundreds of years of ups and downs, and the rise and fall of countless kings.

Now, it is about to welcome a new owner.

He stood before the Iron Throne, paused for a moment, then slowly turned around.

"My lords! Today, I inherit the Iron Throne not to enjoy power and glory, but to fulfill my responsibility to protect the Seven Kingdoms! Now, I will issue seven royal decrees, hoping to bring true prosperity and peace to the Seven Kingdoms!"

The guests held their breath, and the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"First, the decree for the redistribution of vacant land: any former nobles who participated in the rebellion, if they have not caused any disturbances in the past three years, may reapply for land; the homeless and veterans will be given priority in the allocation of unclaimed land, ten acres per household, with a five-year tax exemption!"

"Second, the Relocation Allowance: Each household that moves from the war-torn regions of King's Landing and Westeros to Essos to farm will receive thirty acres of farmland, along with a three-month food allowance and two sets of farming tools provided by the Royal Family!"

"Third, the Royal Standing Army Order: Each of the seven kingdoms must provide a standing army of one thousand men to assist in the defense of the Kingdom, commanded by ten sworn knights or noble sons, rotating every three years! This is to ensure the stability of the kingdoms!"

"Fourth, the Kingdom's Tax Exemption Decree: The seven kingdoms and the direct territories of the Essos royal family will mutually abolish tariffs, allowing goods to circulate freely and enabling people to enjoy cheaper goods and more job opportunities!"

"Fifth, the Royal Court of Appeal decrees: Local lords are prohibited from arbitrarily executing death row inmates, and death row inmates may appeal to the Royal Circuit Court!"

"Sixth, the decree for the winter grain granary: A new royal granary shall be established, which shall purchase at least one million tons of wheat each year and distribute it to disaster-stricken areas! So that people will no longer die of hunger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Grand Maester Paisell read out a letter from Braavos, bearing the seal of the Iron Treasury: "In order to ease relations with the Iron Throne and to obtain the right to continue opening branches in King's Landing, His Highness the Sea King hereby announces that the Iron Treasury will provide the Royal Family with lifetime interest-free loans."

All previous debts, including all loans taken out during the reigns of King Robert and King Joffrey, are hereby written off!

May the friendship between our two countries last forever!

At this moment, the Bravos representative stood up from the stands, bowed to the crowd, and loudly repeated:

May the friendship between our two countries last forever!

This news was like a bombshell, shocking everyone present.

The Iron Throne had long been plagued by debt, with the royal family owing six million gold dragons. Under Lahalo's powerful influence, this debt was suddenly lifted, and the new regime was provided with substantial financial support!
What others didn't know was that with Thormo Frega's suicide and the death of his youngest son, Leon automatically inherited the title of key keeper of the Iron Bank and also inherited 16% of the Iron Bank's shares.

The heir designated by Leon was the child in the womb of Layla, Lajalo's wife.

The third son of Lahalo.

In short, I won.

Just as everyone was immersed in the good news, Rajalo continued:
"Gentlemen, I will forever remember the honor of your acceptance of me as the ruler of the seven kingdoms. Therefore, the following words are even more difficult for me to say."

Before he finished speaking, a murmur arose from the audience below, all of them curiously looking up at the king on the high platform, trying to guess the meaning behind his words.

“Therefore, I will announce the seventh royal decree,” he said calmly, “the abdication decree of Rahalo.”

"what?!"

"Your Majesty, what are you saying?"

The hall erupted in chaos. Everyone stared at him in disbelief, thinking they had misheard.

Are there people who don't want to be king?
This is something everyone dreams of. Countless people fight amongst themselves and even kill each other for this position. And you just give it up like that?

Is this even reasonable?!
"Quiet! Quiet! There are people more suitable than me to rule the seven kingdoms!"

Rahalo pressed his hands down, silencing the crowd's commotion, then turned his gaze to a spot not far to his side.

Daenerys Targaryen wore a long, silver-white silk dress with a gold-threaded dragon embroidered on the chest. Her long, silver-gold hair was braided into a bun, adorned with pearls and rubies. Her violet eyes were also staring at Rahallo in astonishment.

This is different from what they agreed upon.

Beside her stood Margaery Tyrell, dressed in a long, emerald-green silk robe cinched at the waist with a gold belt. Her brown, curly hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a small, rose-shaped crown on her head. Her beautiful face was also filled with confusion.

He turned to the crowd, his voice echoing through the hall: "Gentlemen, Daenerys not only has the blood of Aegon the Conqueror flowing through her veins, but she also possesses the heart of a true ruler."

She possesses the wisdom to handle complex political affairs, the skill to resolve disputes, and, most importantly, a heart that always puts the people first.

Westeros needs a ruler like me, a queen who can bring light to the people, not a rough man like me who only knows how to wield a sword on the battlefield.

Therefore, I immediately return the throne to Daenerys Targaryen. The era of usurpers is over, and the Targaryen dynasty continues.”

Rahalo solemnly removed his crown and took Daenerys's hand. "May Your Majesty bring peace and prosperity forever."

The hall was silent.
Daenerys accepted the crown with trembling hands, her eyes filled with tears.

She never imagined she would gain the throne in this way. Looking at Rahalo's encouraging eyes, she slowly walked towards the Iron Throne.

“In the name of the Targaryens,” she choked out, “I will protect the Seven Kingdoms and their people until my last breath!”

"Long live the Queen!" the crowd shouted, their voices resounding like thunder throughout the hall.

"Long live the Queen!"

"Long live the Queen!"

"Long live Khaleesi!"

"Even a dog wouldn't sit on the Iron Throne!"

Lahalo wanted to shout it, but after looking at Daenerys and then at the surging crowd in the hall, he ultimately didn't.

He didn't want to be bound by the throne.

Lazar scratched his head, puzzled. "Daenerys and Margaery were both queens. Now that Daenerys is queen, what is My Blood? Khaleesi?"

As soon as the question was asked, a suppressed laugh immediately filled the hall, and even the usually serious Sir Barristan couldn't help but smile.

"Is Margaret still the queen?" Zheko asked. "If she is, then who is the king?"

“Shut up, all of you,” old Morsor said. “Daenerys is Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but she is still Khaleesi to all Dothraki. Margaery is the second Khaleesi, do you understand?”

"What's the Queen's husband called?" Lazar asked, still curious. "The Queen's husband? The male Queen?"

“Queen Fxxker…” Lahalo thought to himself.

New identity, new tricks.

...

As the coronation ceremony ended and night fell, the Red Keep fell silent. Just then, Grand Maester Paisell rushed in, carrying a letter sealed with black sealing wax, delivered by a raven.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" he gasped, "Urgent military situation at the Great Wall!"

Laharo and Daenerys exchanged a glance, and the former took the letter, the black seal bearing the Night's Watch's raven mark.

He broke the seal, unfolded the parchment, and Jon Snow's handwriting came into view:
To King Rahalo of the Seven Kingdoms:
The Night King's army is gathering, and its size is beyond anyone's imagination. Our scouts report that the enemy has hundreds of zombie mammoths, thousands of zombie giants, and an endless number of wights, enough to fill the land from the Wall to Winterfell.

This is no ordinary war; the Great Wall is about to face its most severe test in history, and our strength is far from sufficient.

The Night's Watch consisted of only eight hundred men. Although the wildlings were brave, their equipment was extremely rudimentary.

We need your help, we need your army, we need your dragons.

Time is running out.

According to our estimates, the enemy will reach the Great Wall within three months. If the Great Wall falls, the whole world will be plunged into an eternal night.

Please head north as soon as possible; this may be our last hope.

Jon Snow, the 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

(End of this chapter)