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Summary
"You stand before king Jacaerys Valeryan, first of his name, king of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the realm!"
Aegon felt a thick lump in his throat as he stood before his now crowned nephew, skin clammy, mind running miles around his own thoughts, and heart racing as though it wanted to reach his end here, and be done with whatever might happen to him.To the side, he can see his brother Aemond, the traitor. Who had sealed the fate of Aegon and the rest of their faction by abandoning them at storm's end. Next to him was Lucerys, now the lord of tides, a cold, unreadable expression on his once soft, kind, and happy face.
"Aegon... the userper." Jace's tone came out venomous, his voice bouncing off the walls in the rather empty throne room. When Aegon looked to him, his nephew was pressing his finger down on the tip of one of the many swords. Not a single drop of blood resulting from the motion.
Before he can comprehend what he was doing, Aegon found himself pleading pathetically "Mercy, nephew... I beg..."
Series
- Part 3 of Stories of ice and fire by me hehe