Chapter 1.5- The Seadragon's Roar

“I ride the fastest growing dragon Westeros has ever seen, Viserys was only able to bring an aging Balerion to the sky. He rides no dragon, commands no great respect, and hides behind his brother. Would you all see a realm ruled by Daemon Targaryen? I can assure you that my mother, Rhaenys would make a great regent, trained since she was a girl at her Mother’s teat by her father Aemon to one day rule these kingdoms. And she will not do so alone. Make me king, and we shall create a regency council made of the Lord Paramounts from all regions to give you all a voice in how the realm is ruled” I said, drawing whispers from many. Even Corlys hadn’t been briefed about this. He would probably think it a terrible idea, and I agreed. We just needed them to vote now, and if I was promising to share the power with them, then they would be more likely to give it to me in the first place. What happened after? Well, that was for after.

“So, Lords and Ladies of Westeros, I ask you to vote in favour of the laws and traditions that your ancestors have held dear for millennia. I ask you to vote for the same laws by which you claim your seats. Lord Bartheon, when Argella Durrandon married Orys Baratheon, was it not their son who inherited Storm’s End rather than any of her father’s brothers? Lord Royce, you who bent the knee to Lady Jeyne after the death of her brothers and father, why did you not do so to any of her uncles? Because you know the truth. You know it in your very bones. Lord Tully, you must exercise the same wisdom your ancestor Tommen Tully did when he supported Agnes Blackwood, recognising her right to Raventree Hall and joining her to battle the Hoares. Lord Tyrell, was it not your ancestors who supported King Garland the Sixth even during his minority? Surely you will not deny me my birthright for sharing his affliction— age. Lord Ellard Stark, no family here is older than yours. In no family here is the recent that a daughter inherits over a brother more entrenched. Lord Lannister, need I remind you that your family’s claim over Casterly Rock comes from Lann the Clever himself who married a Casterly daughter?” I said, turning to each Great Lord in turn. Some of the arguments were weaker than other others, but I just needed a majority. Just one more vote than Viserys would be enough.

“Thank you for your time, and I do hope you vote wisely as the fate of our realm hangs in the balance” I said with a bow. As planned, Igneel released another powerful roar that Meleys echoed in no time.

The voting began two hours later, and I watched as Lords trooped to the ballot in single file. At least, I was certain that I had a chance. Why was that? Because no one had publicly declared for either Viserys or myself since I had spoken. That meant something. It meant the Lords themselves did not know who was going to win and that could only mean neither party had a clear majority.

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“The votes have been counted and collated, and the will of Westeros is known” Vaegon said from the dias.

“With a vote of ten and five hundreds to three and five hundreds, Viserys Targaryen’s claim to the Iron Throne is declared the rightful claim to the Iron throne.”