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Third Person POV.
King's Landing.
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Daemon arrived at King's Landing at that moment, with Val, while the sun was already rising. He tilted Viridrax downward and they began to descend, landing outside the city, while he could see everyone still celebrating, raising bonfires throughout the camp, where wine was freely distributed among men from beyond the Wall and from the kingdoms below it.
The dragon landed, Daemon jumped down first without any trouble upon landing. Val slid down the side as she descended, being caught before falling into the king's arms.
"Well, we've arrived. Let's go to the Red Keep." Daemon said, as a group of men were already approaching him to escort him.
"Your Majesty." A group of knights from the Crownlands approached. They stopped at a distance from the dragons, ready to run at any sign of hostility from those giant monsters.
"Bring me 2 horses. Come on, I'm going to the Red Keep." Daemon said, and they easily got what he needed.
Daemon knew they had already arranged a direct escort from inside the keep to the city as soon as they saw the dragon landing. However, he did not want to wait.
They moved forward, entering the city, while hearing shouts and celebrations coming from all sides.
"Long live the king!" they shouted.
"Your Majesty!"
"Blackfyre Slayer!!"
"A dragon in the shape of a man!!"
Shouts and nicknames arose.
"A god among mortals!"
"Blessed by the Seven!"
"The Dragonborn, as he himself says!"
"Daemon, the Dragonborn!"
Daemon himself heard the nicknames, with people shouting, many already drunk from the wine, even saying things that made no sense, like being blessed by the Seven?
But they got it right in the end, since his true nickname was the one he had earned in Skyrim, and none would define him better than the very one, Dragonborn.
He would be the dragon king, but he would still be known as Daemon, first of his name and the Dragonborn, this would be his title — just like Aegon, the Conqueror, or Aerys, the Mad. All had a suffix that defined their legacy, whether good or bad.
Daemon knew that if he had been treated only as the victorious king, certainly his bad actions would already be spoken of — or at least written indirectly — since the victors write history. But Daemon never made a point of hiding so that the world would know what he was capable of, whether good or bad things.
That is why, for him, the nickname Dragonborn was the most appropriate. After all, he would not be Maegor I Targaryen, the Cruel or Jaehaerys I Targaryen, the Conciliator. He would be something Westeros had never seen, someone who did what he wanted. He was certain that he would bring stability to the Seven Kingdoms alongside his wife. Even so, he wanted them to remember what he was capable of — how cruel and relentless he could also be.
That is why Dragonborn would always be the best suffix.
They entered the city, and it too was celebrating. He knew that was volatile. After all, if he had lost, and Aegon were now in his place, entering as the victor, the people would be shouting for him as they were now for Daemon, calling him 'Aegon Targaryen', the true son of the prince, the man who defeated the demon Daemon, who would be seen as evil.
'The world is hypocritical, get used to it...' That was how things worked.
This also brought him memories of the agreement he made with the Daedric princess Meridia. She wanted some statues of herself and would also place some people to preach in her name.
Meridia had her desire to improve the morality of this world, which was naturally cruel — even more cruel than Skyrim, in a way.
After all, even though there were all kinds of bizarre things there, like dark masters sacrificing people, necromancers using babies for rituals, and monsters devastating villages, humans were still not as cruel and prejudiced as in Westeros/Essos. They did not easily cast aside their subjects, and rulers did not distance themselves so much from the people in their lands.
Daemon realized that many lords, even under his banner, did not care about their own men. Many were just flatterers, seeking glory and favors from him.
In a sense, he could even understand why Robert Baratheon complained so much. When he was investigating and spying on the Red Keep at that time, he encountered his uncle and Robert talking many times. The fat man was always complaining about the same things, seeking drink, women, and tournaments to try to drown himself and avoid dealing with the weight of the crown on his head, while at the same time pleasing part of the court.
Daemon would choose very carefully what kind of government he would create. Fortunately, he would not face much resistance now, after what he did to House Tyrell and House Martell. Everyone would remember very well what happened in this war.
He would only have to deal now with two kingdoms. The Reach certainly would not be a problem — it could be administered by someone he trusted. But he would still have problems with Dorne in the coming years.
He would look for some distant relative who possessed enough blood to claim Sunspear, preferably someone younger, to raise under his influence in the capital and later place him in power in Dorne.
Even so, certainly many lords of Dorne would seek revenge for what happened. But Daemon would eliminate these rats over time. With what he could do, it would be easy, and no one could threaten his family. After all, he still had that agreement with the House of Black and White. The only way to truly hurt him would be through other people — his wife, lovers, his son, or future children that would come later.
In any case, Daemon went along with the mood of King's Landing and opened a smile, raising his hand, while Val snorted but did not care. He displayed a smile and showed Blackfyre in his hands, with the sword appearing out of nowhere, surprising many people before they began to clap.
"Long live the king!"
"The Dragonborn!"
"Blackfyre Slayer!"
Shouts arose everywhere.
Daemon continued moving forward, still wearing his blood-stained battle armor and with Blackfyre in his hands, while letting the horse guide him. He closed his eyes for a moment.
The North was also in celebration that night. Obviously, Bran had seen the entire battle; he announced to everyone what had happened, and soon after, everyone was celebrating in Winterfell.
Jon saw his wife, Daenerys, wearing a dress, while a banquet would be presented that night as a celebration. She was already quite pregnant — it would not be long before the child was born, perhaps in two or three moons, since half a year had passed since he left Winterfell with an army to conquer the Seven Kingdoms.
This was because advancing from the North, to the Riverlands, the Westerlands, and then to the Crownlands, it took longer to move armies than to travel the areas in small groups. In any case, Daemon was observing his wife through Ghost's eyes in her room. She was preparing for the banquet, with Lucis also getting ready and helping Daenerys as the queen.
He could not look for long. After all, he was riding through the city on horseback. His eyes returned to normal when he opened them again, while the sounds and shouts of the common citizens returned around him, with the group passing through the city being escorted.
Soon, a force of more than fifty men came to escort him to the Red Keep. Stannis was leading.
It was obvious it would be him. After having gone to Storm's End, it was clear he wanted to know what had happened.
"Your Majesty." They stopped for a moment.
"It is good that you are here. Let's go to the Red Keep." Daemon said, continuing toward the Red Keep, while Stannis quickly shouted orders, organizing the movement even further.
Knights and guards prevented the population from approaching, but the shouts still came from all sides, celebrating, while the population itself also received food that the king had released from the stores to celebrate that night.
"So, Your Majesty, did everything go well in the south?" Stannis asked.
Daemon gave him a slight smile. "Did you know that your nephew was already in dire straits when I arrived at the castle? Some men of your house, but loyal to Varys, led him into a trap outside the castle. He was castrated while conscious for having lain with the queen and made his king a cuckold."
That made Stannis clench his teeth. "Well... it's not as if I expected honor from someone like him, who sold the Stormlands to that Blackfyre." he replied, with a tone full of contempt.
Daemon could not disagree with Stannis's logic.
"I presume you killed him?" he still asked, with some caution.
"Certainly. A castrated man could even be spared, but there is one thing we cannot forgive... He was certainly seeking power, and I want to cut these weeds from my government. I killed him anyway, him and Varys's lackeys, as a warning."
He paused, but continued with another subject. "I imagine the bodies of Varys, Aegon Blackfyre, Jorah Mormont, Jon Connington, Oberyn's bastards, Loras, are together with those of House Tyrell and the Martells, correct?" Daemon asked.
Stannis nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. They are all in the Red Keep."
"Excellent. Tomorrow I will see what I can do with their heads."
And so they headed to the Red Keep, with the entire castle ready to celebrate and receive the king. Shouts still echoed throughout the place until they passed through the fortress gates, from both the common folk and the soldiers, celebrating.
Daemon jumped off the horse, moving forward, with Val and Stannis right behind. Lord Stark was there, as well as others.
"Well, I'm back." he said, in a more relaxed tone.
"The Red Keep is yours, Your Majesty." Lord Stark said. He remained serious and was certainly still sulking with Daemon because of his actions, but that did not matter to the Dragonborn.
"That's great. So, what are we doing out here? Let's go to the main hall, I can smell the banquet from here."
Daemon said, as darkness was already taking over the night and the entire city was illuminated by torches.
The line broke apart, but Daemon called Lord Blackwood, who was beside Robb.
"So?" the king asked, clearing his throat to speak.
"As you requested, it worked. The entire city is calling for a government as grand as today's battle."
"They didn't call me a demon, creature of darkness or something like that, after what I did?" Daemon asked, in an amused tone. People like that would never be lacking.
Blackwood thought for a moment, trying to remember — or perhaps not wanting to offend the king.
"There are always some shouting around, saying that what you did cannot be treated as heroism, but they are small groups. After all, you are feeding the city now, protecting it. Your victory is something they have never seen. It is a milestone, even before the Conquest. They are calling you Darmon, The Great Conqueror, someone who can take enemy dragons and destroy entire armies alone!"
Daemon nodded with a slight smile. "Funny... that Aegon Blackfyre called himself the reincarnation of the Conqueror. From what his advisors tried to sell as propaganda." he said, walking beside Blackwood as they exchanged these words and entered the Red Keep, heading toward the banquet area in the great hall.
"Well, the result speaks for itself, Your Majesty. No one will forget what they saw and witnessed. Enemies and allies will keep these stories alive for the coming generations. Your children, and their children's children, will hear about it — your great conquest on this day will be remembered for the next millennia."
Daemon nodded. He dismissed Blackwood so he could return, while he joined Ygritte, who was in the entrance line, beside Val.
"Then let's celebrate today." he said calmly.
Ygritte was wearing a dress. "By the way, that looks very good on you." he complimented.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ygritte replied, mockingly, while Daemon simply laughed, not offended, giving her a pinch on the side strong enough to make her let out a small feminine cry and a little jump.
"I would like to wear a dress too." Val said beside them, tired of wearing armor.
"Let's arrange that then." Daemon said, calling a servant. "I will just ask the servants to clean my armor, but I do not intend to take it off until the end of the banquet." Daemon said.
After all, he had conquered that victory wearing it — he would not celebrate without it. He just needed to remove the smell of blood and the stains.
With that, Val was taken by a servant to assist her in the king's chamber, and Daemon entered the place while the crowd followed soon after.
He went to the main table and sat there, giving place to his uncle, Robb, Stannis, Brynden, Mance, Val, Tormund, Blackwood, Lafis, and Ygritte as his inner circle.
Everyone sat down and took their places, while drinks began to be served and the servants arrived with the meats.
"Well, I ask for a moment from everyone here." Daemon stood up, tapping his cup with a utensil, while everyone watched him.
"Lords, I already dealt with speeches when we conquered this city and, to tell the truth, there was no great speech on this day — only planning to deal with the Blackfyre. However, that does not give it any less merit..." He paused.
"We fought against a force of one hundred and sixty thousand men..." he said, while everyone nodded, making a sound as they raised their cups. But it was not the moment to celebrate yet, so they waited to hear.
"We fought as an army of one hundred and eighty thousand. The greatest army we have ever seen in the history of this continent, perhaps since the first Long Night... I do not know. That is why I drink and celebrate our victory. The war in the south eliminated our main enemy." He continued before everyone began to shout.
"But we still have to deal with the Vale, which remains neutral, and we have a problem with the Wall. That will be dealt with at another time. Now, I want everyone to celebrate. Today we made history and, once again, we came out victorious. I do not have much more to say, other than: drink and eat like men who made history." He concluded, raising his cup, while everyone immediately celebrated.
The place was filled with famous lords and knights — North, Riverlands, Westerlands, Crownlands, and the leaders of the free folk.
The remaining lords of the Reach and Dorne were outside, with the prisoners, and would remain so. Only the most important were brought to the dungeons in the fortress, although not the black cells this time.
Daemon sat down again, waiting for Val to enter at any moment, while exchanging some words of flirting and teasing with his redhead Ygritte, drinking and eating much more than he had done at Storm's End before coming here.
Now, he just needed to finally celebrate his victory.
One less problem to stabilize what would be the government they took from the Targaryens.
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