Alicent gripped his face, her nails biting into his cheeks. “It doesn’t matter what you want. It is your duty. Your father’s last wish.”
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.
A shiver ran through the room. Lord Beesbury, old and loyal to Rhaenyra, protested. His voice cracked with outrage. “Princess Rhaenyra is the heir!” A Casa do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...
The Red Keep did not weep. It held its breath.
No answer came. Only the distant roar of a dragon flying east, toward the coming storm. Alicent gripped his face, her nails biting into his cheeks
King Viserys Targaryen, the First of His Name, had passed in the night, his rotting body finally releasing its hold on the Iron Throne. But before the sun could paint the towers of King’s Landing gold, the rats began to move.
The floor of the Dragonpit erupted.
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.