Aery's sat in the Iron Throne, fingers tapping against the metal of the sword arm of the throne. Robert Bartheon was dead; his son returning victorious on the trident. A wide grin spread across the Mad King's face. A rebellion ended by a single strike of the sword, it made him laugh. His chuckle filled the halls of the Red Keep loud and insane. Jaime Lannister stood to the right of the throne. He seemed a statue and did not look at the king; the knight only seemed to stare off. To his left stood Auther Dayne in the knight's arm and was a crying child. A child who was black of hair with grey eyes. The child was wrapped in Auther's cloak and the sword of morning, occasionally shushing the baby or try to comfort it with silly faces. Though, he made sure he was out of Aery's sight when he had.
Hour's later
The door to the throne room flew open. The cheers of hundreds could be heard from outside the now open door. Stepping inside the door was Rhaegar Targaryen. He was a mighty sight to behold clad in black armor from neck down, the ruby's of the dragon depicted on his chest sparkled with light when he moved. King Aerys rose up from the Iron Throne and stepping down, his arm's extend to his left and right.
"Welcome home, my son." He said with a coy smile. "I have heard of your victory over the rebel, Robert, you have brought Fire and Blood and a father swells with pride." Rhaegar continued his approach though remained silent as his father continued to talk. "But your work is not done yet, my son, I have a task for you. Bring me the blood of the traitors! Tywin Lannister, Eddard Stark, Jon Arryn, they must all be executed. And even Mace Tyrell will be punished for his failure at Storm's End. Ah, that reminds me, Stannis and Renly Baratheon will feed the fires of my hearth." Aery's let out a crackled laugh as he spoke the names. Jaime Lannister stood staring at the Mad King once he had heard his fathers name but Authur Dayne had moved to the boy's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jaime remained silent.
Rhaegar did not say a word as he approached his father, his steps quickening. Aerys raised a brow, disturbed by his son's silence.
"What is it my son? Your silence worries me, has something gone amiss?" Rhaegar reached his father but no one had realized the prince had drawn a dagger. Wrapping an arm around Areys, Rhaegar pulled his father close, therefore, pulling him into the dagger. Auther quickly drew his sword and took a step to aid their king but he tripped on Jaime's extended foot.
Rhaegar pulled his father tighter to him and whispered in his ear, "Forgive me, father, but I cannot allow your foolish reign. It ends tonight. Ask the gods for forgiveness father." He paused, taking a breath. "You will need it." Aerys fell limp in Rhaegar's arms. The prince pulled his dagger from his fathers breast, letting the body tumble down the stairs that lead up to the Iron Throne.
Auther Dayne had found his feet and, sword in hand, he yelled, "Rhaegar, why? He was your father, your king! You know what i must do!" But his words fell silent as he watch Rhaegar place the crown on his head.
Rhaegar sat in the Iron Throne and spoke, not even looking at the sword of morning, "I am King now, Auther- King of seven kingdoms and all within them. My father's folly forced my hand; he would lead us into a war that would destroy Westeros itself and you know my words true." Rhaegar turned his gaze to the knight. "Ser Auther Dayne, Sword of Mourning, you are of my King's guard, you will sheathe your sword and speak no more of what happened here."
He then turned his gaze to Jaime, who stood against the wall, no care for anything. "Ser Jaime, I must ask something of you that you may find terrible." Jaime lifted his gaze and met eyes with the new King.
"Anything my King." Was all he said before Rhaegar spoke again.
"If I am known as a Kingslayer and Kinslayer, my reign will be challenged. I must ask you accept responsibility. And, for my fathers death, I would pardon you a Kingslayer and allow you to return to Casterly Rock your father's heir." Jaime's face lit up with shock but he did not speak. He only nodded, knowing there was not point to arguing with Rhaegar as he was he did not wish to leave the King's Guard, he would be glad to see his sister again. And, in time, he would rule as warden of the west. It would be better than remaining on the Kings guard as a King Slayer.
Rhaegar was silent for a moment before speaking, "Tell our Grand Maester to write to Stannis Baratheon, Eddard Stark, Tywin Lannister, and Jon Arryn that a new King sits the Iron Throne and each will have a royal pardon on the terms they come to King's Landing to bend the knee. After that, begin inviting those Lords of importance to come bend the knee as well. Though, wait, I would prefer our paramounts arrive first." Rhaegar rose up and moved over to a wet nurse, who had been quietly siting in the throne room, attending the baby Auther had been holding. Rhaegar crouched down and poked the child's nose and spoke. "See that my bastard is safe until such time when the loyalty of the realm is not in check." Rhaegar rose and headed towards the doors to the throne room, needing to clean his armor of his father's blood.
