A Casa Do Dragao- — 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...
No answer came. Only the distant roar of a dragon flying east, toward the coming storm.
Alicent Hightower, the Queen Dowager, sat at her father’s side in the small council chamber. Her hands were stained with the king’s blood—she had held him as he whispered his final, fractured confession. “You must unite the realm… Prince Aegon… the Prince that was Promised.”
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 Casa do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...
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.
“I don’t want it,” he sobbed as his mother knelt before him.
She dressed him in golden armor and placed the Conqueror’s crown upon his brow. As they processed toward the Dragonpit to present him to the people, the bells of King’s Landing began to toll. Not for joy. For a king dead. And a new king born in shadow. The coronation was a spectacle of green and gold. The crowd, hungry for bread and blood, cheered as Aegon raised the sword Blackfyre . But high above, on the wall of the pit, a figure in black stirred. No answer came
With a scream of frustration— hers , not the beast’s—Rhaenys wheeled Meleys around and burst through the great iron doors of the Dragonpit. The chains snapped. The gates shattered. And the Red Queen flew into the open sky, carrying the truth to Dragonstone. That night, as the green flames of celebration danced over the Red Keep, Alicent stood alone in the throne room. She looked up at the Iron Throne—her son’s throne—and saw not power, but a cage of a thousand swords.
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.
Her father, Ser Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, saw only opportunity. “The king is dead,” he announced to the gathered lords. “Long live .” Her hands were stained with the king’s blood—she
From that moment, the Green Council was forged in silence and steel. While the men plotted to find and crown the wayward Prince Aegon, Alicent fought a different war. She slipped through the secret passages of Maegor’s Holdfast, her lantern a single flame in the dark. She found Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was, imprisoned in her chambers.
A shiver ran through the room. Lord Beesbury, old and loyal to Rhaenyra, protested. His voice cracked with outrage. “Princess Rhaenyra is the heir!”
She closed the dragon’s jaws.