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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.

Not in fire—but in . Meleys the Red Queen, the swiftest dragon in the realm, burst from the ground in a shower of rubble and dust. The crowd screamed. The kingsguard drew their swords. Aegon stumbled, his crown nearly falling from his head.

“I don’t want it,” he sobbed as his mother knelt before him. A Casa do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...

Alicent stepped forward, arms spread wide, shielding her son. Not with a sword. Not with a spell. But with her own body.

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. She dressed him in golden armor and placed

A shiver ran through the room. Lord Beesbury, old and loyal to Rhaenyra, protested. His voice cracked with outrage. “Princess Rhaenyra is the heir!”

In the darkness of her chambers, she opened the locket around her neck. Inside was not her husband’s face. It was a pressed flower from the godswood. A memory of a girl reading history to a friend under a weirwood tree. For a king dead

Alicent Hightower, the Queen Dowager, sat at her father’s side in the small council chamber. Her hands were stained with the king’s blood—she had held him as he whispered his final, fractured confession. “You must unite the realm… Prince Aegon… the Prince that was Promised.”