Targaryen Who Turned Dragon

At least the boy sat on the Iron Throne, instead of hiding in Maegor's Holdfast. Brave yet foolish...

Aerion gazed down at Joffrey and saw him bleeding to death. When he was sent falling down the stairs, he made contact with quite a few of the Iron Throne's blades. They were sharp and could kill if one were unfortunate enough to move into them. Aerion walked down the stairs and created a small flame at the palm of his hand.

"Tell me, boy, is there a reason I should let you live?"

"I... gah"

Ah, it seems that he's not in the best condition to speak.

"If you had surrendered to me then things would've been different... if you never took the Iron Throne for yourself, I would've spared you."

"Please... spare me... I want to... live."

"Oh? What will you give in exchange for your life?"

"I..."

Perhaps I could send a few Lannisters to the Wall... hahaha, Tywin would be rolling in his grave! His family name and legacy, the most important things to him would be dumped straight into the sewer.

"Very well, you'll take the black as punishment... if you want to avoid execution. Nod if you agree to this offer."

He nodded and Aerion's flame exploded towards Joffrey, surrounding him in its heat. He randomly screamed in fear, Aerion shook his head.

"Shut your damn mouth or I'll really turn you into a pile of ash."

Soon enough, Joffrey was no longer dying. His wounds were fully healed... though there were a few scars from the cuts he suffered. It was slightly intentional on Aerion's part. The men who had witnessed this event were shocked... how in Seven Hells did he heal wounds with flames? How did he even create the flames!?

Cersei ran to the side of her son and made sure he was fine, a natural thing to do. Aerion sat back on the Iron Throne and began to give out orders.

"All current Kingsguard, bend to your King."

The five who were present did so, then Barristan Selmy and Mandon Moore joined them. Those two had already surrendered to Aerion and joined his forces after Robert bent the knee. There was one current member of the Kingsguard who he had a slight problem with and that was Jaime Lannister.

"You killed my grandfather in cold blood... you, his own Kingsguard. Such an act is unforgivable and makes you truly unworthy of the honour. Therefore, you will never be a Kingsguard again. I'll be merciful and give you two options instead of one. Your options are taking the Black or death."

"I will take the Black..."

"Very well."

Aerion smiled, two lions sent to the Wall... brilliant. He considered making Cersei join the Silent Sisters but that would be cruel on her children, who were innocent. They deserved to have at least one of their parents taking care of them.

"Of course, I'll have to find a replacement for you but I'll do that later... I don't need much protection. All banners will be put down today, as there is no need for them. Lord Kevan Lannister, you will take Cersei Lannister and her children back to Casterly Rock where they belong."

"It will be done, Your Grace."

"Eddard Stark, you will make sure Jaime Lannister and Joffrey Baratheon make their way to Castle Black. You will also be the Warden of the North, as you were before under Robert."

Eddard nodded. "As you command."

...

It was the start of a new year, 298AC.

The banners of House Baratheon and Lannister in Kingslanding were torn down and replaced with the banner of House Targaryen. For fifteen years the Usurper reigned, but his reign was over. It ended in storm-like fashion, with Aerion sweeping the Seven Kingdoms in only 3 months and a few days. A new reign had begun; the Reign Of Aerion.

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A week had passed since Aerion became 'King'. His army separated and made their way back home under the new Lord Paramounts. Robert was exiled to Essos with a rowing boat and some gold. Aerion wasn't coronated yet, so his status as King wasn't 100% set in stone, though everyone saw him as the King already.

Aerion gathered Robert Baratheon's small council as he wished to know and see the state of it for himself, making changes if needed. He also did a bit of research prior in order to find out what each member accomplished during their service to Robert.

After entering the room, they all stood up and waited for him to sit. Only when Aerion did so, did they small council members sit. It was a sign of respect, a formal thing.

"Now, as you all know, I am the King. With that comes change... drastic change, in fact. Firstly... Grand Maester Pycelle, you have been dismissed."

"M-my lord... why?"

"I simply find you unsuitable, need I say more?"

"N-no... I shall leave immediately."

"Also send a raven to Oldtown, requesting for a new Grand Maester before leaving Kingslanding."

Pycelle nodded and moved away from the room as quickly as he could... he wasn't very fast. As soon as he left, Aerion turned his attention to the next position.

"Stannis Baratheon, you too will be dismissed from your position as I've reclaimed Dragonstone and its naval strength."

"I understand, Your Grace." He stood up and was about to leave.

"However, I do require your services in another position."

"Oh?"

"Master of Laws... if you accept the honour, that is. I believe that the Master Of Laws should be a stern man, one such as yourself. What do you think?"

"A generous offer, I accept it."

Aerion nodded in approval. "Hmm, very good. I've also decided to give you Storm's End and the rest of the Stormlands."

Renly stood up, clearly furious. He was the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands for years and now his position had been taken away from him.

"By your leave."

He hastily, while still remaining courteous, left the room. It was a childish display but Aerion understood the reaction and wasn't surprised. He shrugged, Renly can still be heir to Storm's End and rule in Stannis' stead.

"Now, Master Of Coin, somehow the Crown has an absurd debt of 6 million gold dragons... care to explain?"

"Robert Bara-"

"Ah, no need to explain it. I want you to halve this debt in a month. In two months, I expect all of the Crown's debts gone. If you fail to meet my expectations... then you can expect your head on a spike sooner or later."

"An absurd task... I need more time."

Aerion responded in a cold and authoritative tone.

"Two months, I said."

Aerion thought of Petyr Baelish as an incompetent Master of Coin and decided to place the debt on him. If Robert's habits were so expensive, why fund them? It's your job to keep the treasury flowing... not empty. He suspected that Littlefinger had also taken a slice of the pie for himself as he doubted that Robert would pay attention to such trivial things as money.

"I will do my best, Your Grace..." He reluctantly replied.

"Good. Varys and Barristan, you two are worthy of your positions."

He looked at the current state of his small council and saw that he will need to appoint a few members. Only four of the seven positions were filled... and even then, one of them was temporary (Petyr Baelish). The Hand of the King, Master of Sh.i.p.s and Grand Maester positions were empty. The Grand Maester position will be filled soon enough and Aerion had a rough idea on who could be his Master of Sh.i.p.s. Finding a Hand of the King, however, wasn't as easy. Aerion wanted a competent Hand, one who could rule in his stead for at least a year.

Aerion's 18th name day was fast approaching so he decided that would be the day of his coronation. The High Septon would be the one to crown him as per request. Almost everything was setup; except for his crown. Aerion wanted it to be grand and easily distinguishable from the rest. Aegon The Conqueror's Crown was made of valyrian steel set with square-cut rubies, Jaehaerys I had a simple band set with seven different gemstones, Baelor I had a crown made of flowers and vines... there were so many ways he could go about it.

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Aerion looked at the forge and back at the Dragon.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"Forge for your self... make it represent who you are."

Aerion nodded. "That's a good place to start."

He dropped some steel into the fire. He wanted to do something, something that hasn't been done for centuries. The secret of making valyrian steel was lost because of the Doom, a tragic event which marked the collapse of the Valyrian Freehold.

"Through my fire and blood, I shall forge a Crown!"

Aerion slashed at his right hand with Blackfyre and allowed his blood to fall into the flames. Then he released his Ghost flame, which burned a transparent silver colour. He watched the steel melt into a black liquid which then flew a few metres up and floated in the air. It began to absorb the crimson blood and silver flames... slowly forming into one single entity.

Aerion imagined the Crown; round and silver with a roaring crimson dragon at its front. There were seven gemstones on the crown. The seven each held a different colour which all represented the Kingdoms; white (North), blue (Vale), black (Iron Islands), red (Westerlands), green (Reach), gold (Stormlands) and orange (Dorne). The dragon seemed to be superior to the seven gemstones, as it stood above them.

Soon, the Crown was forged. It came out just as he imagined... apart from the material. It clearly wasn't Valyrian Steel. It seemed to be something entirely different, having a very special property no other material did. The silver part of the Crown glowed in the darkness. There were a few other special things; it was as light as a feather and completely resistant to any and all damage... as if it was a ghost. Aerion decided to name the material Ghost Steel due to its properties and how he forged it.

"A splendid thing you have created." The Dragon commentated.

Aerion nodded. "It is wonderful, but not what I wanted."

"Valyrian steel?" The Dragon laughed "Whatever you made is clearly superior in every way."

"True."

What is needed to make Valyrian steel? Did I use the wrong flames... or am I missing a resource, or two?

~Around 3 weeks later~

Viserys, Daenerys and a few of the Tyrells came from the Reach a few days earlier. Aerion was delighted and welcomed them into the City. One thing he wasn't proud of was the smell of King's Landing, something he decided that would change once he was coronated. Viserys regained his title of Prince, officially. Daenerys was also legitimised as a Princess. He let those two have their pick of the royal apartments.

Aerion gave the crown to the High Septon (previously) and the richer residents of King's Landing gathered before the Iron Throne. He opened the gates and slowly walked down the hall, his head held high. Eventually, he stood in front of the High Septon and lowered his head.

"After a short yet hard-fought conquest, you have won this crown. Through the strength of the warrior, you have won every battle and reunified the Seven Kingdoms. Now, may the Father grant you the wisdom and strength to carry out his justice. May the Crone guide you through the darkest days and grant you wisdom.

"In the Light of the Seven... I hereby proclaim Aerion of the House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!"

He placed the Crown on Aerion's head and it fitted perfectly. Stepping away, the High Septon's voice filled the hall.

"Long may he reign!"

The crowd repeated the phrase. "Long may he reign!"

Don't you worry, I'll have the longest and greatest reign of all time.

Aerion walked up the stairs of the Iron Throne, his crimson red cape lightly swaying from side to side. After the final step, he sat down. Now he was officially King, the eighteenth King of the Seven Kingdoms.

From a beggar to a King... I've come a long way in these 3 years.

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