Chapter 1.4- The Seadragon's Roar

“I claim the Iron throne, the throne of my GreatGrandfather by blood and the traditions of the andals, the first men, and the Valyrians. Aemon Targaryen was the first son and the heir to Jaehaerys before he was slain by the cowardly assassins of Myr, we all know this. Th same way we all know that when he died, Jaehaerys chose Baelon as his heir to avoid muddying the succession. That went against the laws and traditions all over Westeros as Aemon had left a daughter behind but the situation was understandable with the context that war could have been on the Horizon with the free cities and it was unclear whether the child in my mother’s womb was a son or daughter. Now neither of those things are true, and Viserys Targaryen is no Baelon the Brave” I said, gesturing with my hands and projecting my voice so it could be heard all over the hall.

“I am here, the Grandson to the last heir, and we all know a daughter inherits before a brother in near all situations, and what I certain is that a Grandson inherits before a nephew. I am ahead of Viserys in the line of succession by every tradition known to Westeros. By Ryonar tradition, both my mother and sister would be ahead of me, but we are not Dornish. By the andal succession practiced throughout the south, the first male line has priority over all else, even where the only issue of the line is female. By First Men tradition, much the same is true. And while Daemon Targaryen can come here and claim we are no andals as we are the blood of the dragon, he would be ignoring the fact that Aegon the Dragon himself chose to submit House Targaryen to Andal law in matters of succession when he took an andal title in styling himself King and was blessed before Andal gods. House Targaryen has only once before deviated from andal succession since assuming the Iron throne. That was when Jaehaerys himself took the throne over his nieces Aerea and Rhaella, but even then it was recognised that he had the lesser claim and that circumstances were dire enough to necessitate his kingship.”

“This body can not fail to note that Aerea was Jaehaerys’ heir for most of his early reign. Now, I will contrast Jaehaerys’ situation with that of present. The realm is at peace and has been so for multiple decades. The present king is strong and wise. So wise that he understood the need to call this council for the Lords of the Realm to make their will known. The rival claimant in this case is a Grandson rather than a daughter. I am no little girl hiding from the world. I ride Igneel, the fastest growing dragon the world has ever seen. I am the son of Rhaenys, the rider of Meleys, and a scion of the houses Targaryen, Velaryon, and Baratheon. I will make a great king, a wise king, and if you won’t be so hopeful, then at the very least you can agree with me that even if my balls are yet to drop, they’re big enough for me to stand here and speak for myself rather than hiding behind my little brother.” I said, drawing loud laughter from the Iron Islands contingent and smatterings of chuckles from the rest.