GOT King of Dragon

As soon as the words fell, applause erupted. 

It began with the nobles of the Vale, led by Jeyne Arryn, and spread to the Tully and Tyrell families of the Riverlands and the Reach. 

These were the most loyal followers of the Targaryen royal family. 

The princess, the former heir, had willingly transferred the title of heir to the prince. The message of unity had been sent. 

The dragon bloodline was neither consumed by internal conflict nor tarnished by scandal. 

Today marked an official and dignified ceremony to pass the title of heir. 

"Rhaenyra, well done." 

From the crowd, Jeyne Arryn's clear voice rang out as she gazed sympathetically at her good friend. 

They were cousins, both women, and mutual political allies. 

Rhaenyra had made her choice and taken a step back. Jeyne could only support her. 

Amid the applause, Laenor glanced at the princess with a look of concern. 

"Sigh, they've taken my job." 

Still, he stepped forward decisively and announced, "Lords and ladies, the princess and the prince are here. Please proceed to the throne room, where the ceremony to transfer the title of heir will take place." 

A transfer of succession was an extraordinary event, not something decided solely by the agreement of the old and new heirs. 

A solemn and formal ceremony was indispensable. 

"Let's go, my children." 

Viserys approached his two children, taking each by the hand. 

Rhaenyra keenly noticed the affectionate gaze her father gave her. 

"My dear child, everything you've lost will be restored to you," Viserys said firmly, squeezing her hand. 

Rhaenyra had demonstrated through her actions that she willingly relinquished the title of heir and fully supported Rhaegar. 

She had showcased the unity of the Targaryens, leaving no opening for opportunists to exploit. 

Viserys was proud of her, but his guilt toward her only deepened. 

Rhaenyra smiled faintly, gently withdrawing her hand from his grasp. She took Rhaegar's hand instead and said calmly, "Father, you should walk with the queen instead." 

Her father's hesitation and wavering had already wounded her deeply. 

The terms she had proposed would ensure a secure future, and the delayed affection from her father stirred some resistance within her. 

Now, all she wanted was to hold on tightly to Rhaegar and fulfill her promise. 

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### The Ceremony 

The ceremony to transfer the title of heir began in the solemn throne room, where members of the royal family and nobles from across the realm had gathered. 

The High Septon of the Faith of the Seven delivered a proclamation, and under the watchful gaze of the Seven, the title of heir was officially transferred from Rhaenyra to Rhaegar. 

Seizing the opportunity, Rhaenyra declared that she would not consider marrying outside the family and would remain by Rhaegar's side, assisting him until he came of age. 

This announcement greatly disappointed many nobles who had hoped to marry into her line. 

Viserys hadn't anticipated Rhaenyra's sudden declaration, but he did not oppose it. Instead, he nodded in agreement with a beaming smile. 

He had promised Rhaenyra he would no longer interfere in her marriage. 

To him, the union of dragon bloodlines was inevitable, and Rhaenyra's decision not to marry outside the family was perfectly acceptable. 

After this brief interlude, Viserys personally placed his crown on Rhaegar's head, accepting the fealty of the assembled lords. 

Rhaegar looked out over the gathered nobles, raising an arm in acknowledgment and calmly listening to their oaths of loyalty. 

His black ceremonial robe was adorned with the sigils of the realm's great houses. 

From this moment forward, he was the heir to the throne. 

This scene was reminiscent of the moment when Rhaenyra herself had been crowned heir. 

When Rhaegar donned the crown, Viserys was overwhelmed with emotion. 

This was the prince of his dreams. 

With the crowning complete, the day drew to a close. 

The nobles were invited to the banquet hall, where a sumptuous feast awaited. 

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### The Banquet 

The banquet hall was illuminated by candlelight and bonfires, and the long tables were laden with fine food and wine. 

Viserys sat at the head of the hall. 

To his left were Rhaegar and Rhaenyra; to his right sat the Hand of the King, Laenor. 

After the ceremony, Alicent had excused herself, citing Aemond's crying as the reason to return to her chambers early. 

The nobles enjoyed the feast, eating and drinking heartily, chatting and laughing. 

Viserys watched it all with immense satisfaction, occasionally engaging in friendly conversation with Laenor. 

He was elated. 

Joy must be shared. 

The only disappointment was the absence of the Velaryon family. 

Despite the fact that Lord Corlys, the Sea Snake, had promised to attend the ceremony, he had yet to arrive. 

"Rhaegar, try this," Rhaenyra said. 

On the other side of the hall, she speared a piece of roast meat with her fork and held it out to Rhaegar. 

Rhaegar, now dressed in formal attire, lounged idly in his chair, letting his sister feed him. 

He was adapting to his new role as Crown Prince. 

Enjoying the service of the former Crown Prince was quite a pleasant experience. 

After eating several pieces of roast meat in a row, Rhaegar felt a bit overwhelmed and picked up a glass of grape juice to drink deeply. 

Rhaenyra teased, "The Crown Prince should mind his image, Rhaegar." 

"I haven't yet felt the power that comes with being the Crown Prince, and already I'm burdened?" Rhaegar joked. "Look at all these adults. How many do you think are willing to listen to me?" 

"And when I gave orders back then, how many do you think were willing to obey?" Rhaenyra asked in self-mockery. 

Rhaegar curled his lips into a smile but said nothing. 

The Crown Prince was merely the heir apparent, not the actual king. 

He still had a long road to walk as Crown Prince, and power had not yet tilted in his favor. 

Just then, an announcement came from the doorway. 

It was Hobert Hightower, Earl of Oldtown, and his wife. 

Today, many nobles had been dusted by the wind from the dragons, leaving their attire somewhat disheveled, prompting requests to return to their quarters for a change of clothes. 

The members of House Hightower walked slowly through the great doors, led, of course, by the Earl and his wife. 

But among them, one figure drew even more attention—Otto Hightower, the father of Queen Alicent. 

Upon seeing this familiar figure, Viserys's expression remained unchanged as he waited calmly for their greetings. 

First, Earl Hobert presented his blessings, followed by Otto Hightower offering his respects. 

Viserys handled the interaction with composure, showing no hint of awkwardness from Otto's resignation as Hand of the King. 

Rhaegar's gaze was drawn to them. 

He tugged at Rhaenyra's gown and pointed at Earl Hobert, who was descending the steps, whispering, "Look at that big-nosed fool." 

"Rhaegar!" 

Rhaenyra hurriedly covered his mouth, her eyes warning him to watch his words. 

Rhaegar pried her hand away and leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "That guy supports Aegon, doesn't he?" 

He still remembered Earl Hobert loudly cheering for Prince Aegon during the royal hunt. 

At the time, he didn't know who Hobert was. 

So, he was the lord of Aegon's mother's family. 

Rhaenyra lowered her voice, "You're the Crown Prince, and your place in the line of succession is far above Aegon's. You don't need to concern yourself with a mere lord from Oldtown." 

Rhaegar's status as the eldest son carried far more weight than her position as the eldest daughter. 

Any hopes for Aegon were dashed, as neither his age nor legal standing could surpass Rhaegar's. 

Rhaegar's ascension to the Iron Throne was as certain as a nail driven into wood. 

As Rhaegar continued chatting with Rhaenyra, his gaze drifted toward Otto Hightower. 

This was a man who had served two consecutive terms as Hand of the King. 

At that moment, Viserys raised his cup and spoke, "It's been a long time, Otto." 

"I'm glad to see you're well, Your Majesty, and that you've chosen such an excellent heir," Otto responded respectfully, maintaining his graceful demeanor. 

The two didn't converse much longer before Otto followed his elder brother down the steps to join the banquet. 

Once the members of House Hightower were seated, others came forward to offer toasts. 

At one of the tables belonging to the Vale, two women were seated. 

One was Duchess Jeyne, and the other was a mature woman dressed as a countess. 

"Your Majesty…" 

The Countess had just risen when another figure stepped forward with a wine goblet in hand. 

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." 

"You have a brave and fearless prince as your heir, truly worthy of the blood of the dragon." 

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