She dressed him in golden armor and placed the Conqueror’s crown upon his brow. As they processed toward the Dragonpit to present him to the people, the bells of King’s Landing began to toll. Not for joy. For a king dead. And a new king born in shadow. The coronation was a spectacle of green and gold. The crowd, hungry for bread and blood, cheered as Aegon raised the sword Blackfyre . But high above, on the wall of the pit, a figure in black stirred.
She believed it. Or she needed to.
Alicent stepped forward, arms spread wide, shielding her son. Not with a sword. Not with a spell. But with her own body. A Casa do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...
Otto did not flinch. He gave a single nod. Ser Criston Cole, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, moved with the speed of a viper. The old lord’s head struck the table. Once. Twice. Blood pooled on the carved dragon map of Westeros. No one else spoke.
Princess Rhaenys, having escaped her guards not through violence but through the chaos of the city, did not flee. She descended into the darkness below the arena. She dressed him in golden armor and placed
“I don’t want it,” he sobbed as his mother knelt before him.
From that moment, the Green Council was forged in silence and steel. While the men plotted to find and crown the wayward Prince Aegon, Alicent fought a different war. She slipped through the secret passages of Maegor’s Holdfast, her lantern a single flame in the dark. She found Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was, imprisoned in her chambers. For a king dead
“I cannot release you,” Alicent whispered, her voice trembling. “But I will not have you killed. Rhaenyra will start a war. I want to prevent it.”
