10th Month of 299 A.C. King's Landing

King Viserys III Targaryen

The moment he had been waiting for since he was eight years old had finally arrived. The journey had been a long and arduous one, and he had suffered many losses, and heartbreaks, but finally here he was. The Red Keep had dragon banners decorating the walls and the dragon skulls were mounted on the walls once more. The world had been righted, and it felt good, it felt really good to know that he was the reason for that. His nephew had contributed, his allies had contributed, but he was their leader, and he was the one who had guided them all through this, through it all toward their ultimate goal, their peace, and prosperity. It was a great feeling, and the gods seemed to be shining on him today, for the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was cool, not overtly hot, but nice enough. His coronation would be a grand thing that much he knew. The traitors had been rooted out, and the loyal lords and ladies were all there. Connington and Cafferen had been returned to their rightful seats and lands, Baratheon had kept his head for the nonce, though the man's niece had died during the fighting. He was a married man now as well, and his wife was stood beside him.

He stands at the foot of the throne, his Kingsguard standing before him, their armour shining in the light. Seven men, seven of the greatest men ever to wear the white cloak. Lord Commander Ser Jonothor Darry, a true and proud man, the Sword of the Morning, Ser Arthur Dayne, the White Bat, Ser Oswell Whent, Ser Balon Swann a good man, Ser Arys Oakheart a fighter, Ser Loras Tyrell the white rose, Ser Jaime Lannister, a white lion and one he would watch for now. They were his Kingsguard and they were the best fighters in the realm. The golden dragons were there as well, spread throughout the throne room alongside the city watch. He looks at the High Septon and nods and the man begins speaking. "My lords and ladies, by grace of the Seven we are here today to see the rightful and true King of Westeros crowned King. In the light of the Seven, we pray for a good and long reign and that he may have many children, strong sons and beautiful daughters. We ask that he might forgive us for supporting a false regime." The man pauses and looks at him and asks. "Your Grace, you know the words of the oath?"

Viserys nods, of course he knows the words of the oath. "I do Your Holiness." He takes a breath looks at his nephew and sister and their child and smiles before continuing. "I, Viserys, of the House Targaryen, third of my name, do hereby swear before the Old Gods and the New that so long as there is life and fight in my body, I shall do all I can to uphold the laws of my kingdom and people. I will do all I can to bring justice and peace to the realm. Should there be injustice in the realm, should anyone suffer injustice I shall deal with that injustice firmly and fairly. I am the Kingdom and the Kingdom is me. I do swear it by Ice and Fire, by blood and stone. What is dead may never die, fire will be known to the enemies of my kingdom for they are also my enemies. This I swear." He falls silent and watches as the lords and ladies of the court digest his words, a slight change to the traditional oath, but a change that was needed.

The High Septon nods at this and says. "Then, as the representative of the Seven on this earth, I name you His Highness, King Viserys, third of that name. King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Let all those who would cross you know your wrath!" there is a hushed silence as the man places the crown of the first Jaehaerys atop his head, and then when the deed is done, a roar goes up around the throne room. Viserys keeps his face straight and blank, allowing it all to wash over him, and then he raises a hand and silence falls.

He looks around the throne room drinking in all he sees before him, and then he speaks, his voice loud and clear. "My lords and ladies, we have suffered through a terrible war. Avarice and greed took a toll and made Westeros bleed and hurt. Now we are going to repair her and build her back together, united as one people. For too long have we suffered through division, that ends now." He takes a breath looks at the Dornish faction gathered here and then looks back to the room at large. "To that, the Prince of Dorne has agreed to become a Lord Paramount instead." Whispers, but nothing serious. "Furthermore, after their actions during the course of the war, the Redwynes have been stripped of their right to produce ships as have the Greyjoys. They cannot do so without the crown's permission." Another whisper, this one slightly more serious, but he goes on. "And finally, the Lord of Casterly Rock shall be Tyrek Lannister, a boy who knows his duty." The boy comes forward and bows, and then disappears back into the crowd. Viserys looks around and then clears his throat once more. "Now let us celebrate peace. The realm shall heal, and tonight we begin that process by feasting and drinking." A cheer goes out at that, but then it falls silent when he looks at his wife, Lady Margaery looking resplendent in his house colours, he kisses her hand and leads up the stairs to her throne, and then he stands before the Iron Throne, he stares at it a moment as the court waits with baited breath. He runs his hands over the swords, and then turns raises a hand, closes it into a fist, brings it to his chest and says. "On this I swear." And then he sits down, and the crowd roars.

The shout of "Long Live the King!" goes up, and as it does, he thinks of his mother, and he knows that wherever she is, she is smiling with pride. For the first time in a long time, Viserys Targaryen smiles.

There you have it kids, Jacko, this one's for you. Have fun :)