We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

The waters of Blackwater Bay remained as tranquil as ever. Listening to the distant toll of bells from King's Landing, Ser Steffon Darklyn cast a cold glance back at the Red Keep, now fading into the horizon. Carefully, he removed the bundle slung over his shoulder. Inside lay a crown—King Jaehaerys and King Viserys crown—adorned with seven gemstones, each carved into the sigils of the great houses: the three-headed dragon, stag, wolf, lion, rose, trout, and falcon.

"Traitors. You have defiled your vows and dishonored your white cloaks," Steffon muttered as he watched the Red Keep vanish from sight. Together with his squire and the official entrusted with safeguarding the crown, he rowed toward Dragonstone with all his might. "I will set things right, Your Grace," the White Knight vowed, his gaze fixed resolutely on the faint outline of the island ahead.

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In King's Landing

The tolling of bells echoed throughout the capital, leaving the people bewildered. Riders on white horses galloped through every street, crying out, "King Viserys is dead! Long live King Aegon! Hail the rightful king!" Their voices rang out past the mansions of the wealthy and the hovels of the poor alike.

"Long live King Aegon!" a merchant suddenly shouted, raising his arms high. Scattered cheers followed his cry, but many more wept openly.

The elderly mourned King Viserys with tear-streaked faces. Among the throng was an old one-armed shepherd, clad in tattered clothes. He stared coldly at Aegon and Helaena as they rode side by side, flanked by four Kingsguard knights. The shepherd whispered prayers, though those nearby could not discern his words.

A large man, puzzled, turned to his companion. "Didn't the old king name the 'Realm's Delight,' Princess Rhaenyra, as his heir? How—"

Before he could finish, a faint cry of "Long live the Queen!" rose from the crowd, only to be quickly drowned out by the louder chant of "Long live King Aegon!"

"Long live King Aegon!" a middle-aged man declared confidently to the large man. "The old king must have seen reason! Would you leave your own daughter in charge of your family? Of course not! King Aegon is the rightful ruler! Long live King Aegon!"

The uncertain crowd gradually joined in the chants of "Long live King Aegon!" Still, many remained silent, their gazes conflicted. Some well-dressed commoners lingered for a moment before slipping away from the gathering. They had already decided to leave King's Landing—anywhere would be better than here.

Amid the continuous cries of "Long live the King," Aegon's grin widened. For once, he even raised an eyebrow at Helaena. She, however, didn't look at him, her empty gaze lost in thought.

The grand procession wound its way through the city, reaching the Dragonpit atop the hill. Its heavy bronze gates swung open, admitting thousands of carefully selected commoners, knights, and nobles who flooded into the vast hall.

Aegon now stood on the raised platform within the Dragonpit's grand hall. Aemond, his face cold, stood to one side, alongside Queen Alicent, her expression somber. Four Kingsguard knights stood below the platform, surrounding Ser Criston Cole, who now bore the golden chain of the acting Hand of the King. Criston ascended the steps, carrying the Valyrian steel crown of Aegon the Conqueror, adorned with its prominent ruby.

Aegon leaned on Blackfyre, the Valyrian steel sword of House Targaryen, smiling broadly as Criston placed the crown upon his brow.

"Behold Aegon Targaryen, second of his name," Criston proclaimed, his voice echoing through the hall. "King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Peacebringer of Dorne, Light of the Marches, and the Rightful and Honorable King!"

"Long live King Aegon!" the crowd roared in unison.

The crowd erupted into a roaring cheer, like a tidal wave, chanting: "Long live King Aegon! Long live the rightful king! Long live King Aegon! Long live the rightful king!"

"Long live the rightful king!" Aegon raised Blackfyre, his face alight with excitement.

The crowd's fervor grew even wilder, and the entire Dragonpit reverberated with their cheers, nearly drowning out the growls of the dragons below.

Queen Alicent finally allowed a faint smile to creep onto her face. She took off her golden coronet and placed it upon Helaena's brow, kissing her beloved daughter's cheeks. She knelt on one knee. "Your Majesty."

"Mother, is this worth it?" Helaena spoke in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "Is it worth it?" Her gaze lingered on Aegon, holding Blackfyre high and cheering with the crowd, on Ser Criston with his smile, the silent ministers, and on Aemond, whose expression was unreadable.

Alicent forced a smile. "As long as we stand united, everything is worth it." She looked at Aemond.

Aemond nodded. "I will bring back good news."

The one-eyed prince made his promise. With that, he quickly exited through a side door of the Dragonpit.

The deafening roar of a dragon echoed from outside the Dragonpit. Aegon smiled faintly. "My brother will bring us victory! Let the people see the glory of their rightful king!"

Ser Criston Cole gave a slight nod and gestured for Ser Marston Waters to escort the king to mount his dragon. The dragonkeeper unlocked the chains on Sunfyre. The majestic golden dragon roared joyously upon seeing its master, nudging his chest with its massive head.

Aegon wrapped his arms around Sunfyre's head. "From now on, you are the king's dragon." He could hardly contain his laughter as he quickly climbed onto Sunfyre's saddle.

"Everyone, clear the way!"

Sunfyre roared once more, taking a few steps before launching into the sky, soaring through the open gates of the Dragonpit. The golden dragon's shimmering scales sparkled in the sunlight, glowing brilliantly like a second sun.

Sunfyre circled King's Landing three times, its massive form blazing in the sunlight, making the city beneath appear to burn with its radiance. After a moment of silence, the city erupted once again, this time with cries of "Long live the King!"

There were no more shouts of "Long live the Queen." This time, the only chant was "Long live the King!"

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Blackwater Bay

Ser Steffon Darklyn squinted against the sun, watching the green shadow of a dragon fly across the sky. "Vhagar?" The White Knight didn't have time to ponder the thought further. He had to reach Dragonstone as quickly as possible.

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Dragonstone, Sea Dragon Tower

The anguished screams could be heard even from the other towers.

Princess Rhaenyra, having just learned of her father's death and the events unfolding in King's Landing, had been consumed by rage. Yet she still remained in labor.

Tragically, the princess went into premature labor. Three days of excruciating pain almost drove her mad, especially after receiving the news.

"Seven hells! Alicent! Whore! Slut! Seducing my father wasn't enough! You let your monster of a son, your bastard, steal my rightful power! That was my father's gift to me! Alicent! You whore, your brain is full of maggots!" Princess Rhaenyra cursed Alicent and her sons in a frenzy. The fire of rage consumed her mind, and she began to curse her own children. "Freak, monster! You're not my children! Come out! Come out!" The princess, losing her sanity, struck her belly in a violent fit, blood flowing freely onto the floor.

Daemon stared coldly at the hurried arrival of Lord Bartimos Celtigar. The count had sent a raven before immediately boarding the fastest ship, only just behind the raven.

"The emissary from Vaelarys went to Crab Isle instead of Dragonstone?" Daemon said coldly.

"Your Grace, this..." Lord Bartimos hesitated, unsure how to respond.

"Forget it. Summon our loyal men," Daemon said, tearing up the letter. He looked out the window, watching as the scarlet dragon slowly landed in the courtyard of Dragonstone, with a fast ship bearing the Seahorse banner entering the harbor.

"My sons are still in Dragon's Nest," Daemon said, his gaze troubled as he looked toward Sea Dragon Tower. The painful cries could still be heard. "I can only trust that Draezell will honor his oath and value the bond with the children. Stand with us."

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Dragon's Nest

Jacaerys stood nervously beside Vermax, who seemed to sense his master's unease. The massive dragon shifted its head restlessly.

Vermithor's imposing silhouette appeared in the sky, alongside another enormous dragon, a green behemoth.

Vermax roared as soon as it saw the distant figure of Vaghar, but its roar was abruptly drowned by another thunderous roar.

Vaghar descended, hovering above Vermax. The menacing dragon's head glowed with golden fire, and the young rider, his gaze as cold as the dragon's, looked down at Aemond.

"I come as an emissary, Lord Draezell," Aemond called out, holding the reins firmly. He calmed the startled Vhagar before speaking louder.

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