He couldn't find sleep after all that happened in the last few hours and so he clothed himself and left his rooms again at the hour of the wolf, together with Arthur and Jon who had stayed in his outer rooms out of worry for him. Ser Jonothor accompanied them while they wandered to the Great Hall.

It was too soon, he would have needed more time. Damn Tywin. Why did he still had so much fight in him after father had him whipped bloody, that he actually managed to kill father. And damn father for being so stupid and being to close to a wounded man that lost all love and respect for him already.

King Rhaegar sighed. He should stop these thoughts and concentrate on the future. Tywin would soon be not important anymore. Ser Gerold would follow his orders that the unknown Maester was allowed to patch the former Hand together so that Tywin could be killed in a trial-by-combat and everything would be seen as chosen by the gods.

Great-uncle Aemon had written four weeks ago that he agreed with him, he Rhaegar himself, was the Prince that was promised.
And now he was an unwilling King.

Rhaegar fletched his teeth for a moment. He had made plans after receiving the letter from the Wall. Already the letters had been sent to Asshai for a few Red Priests and the one egg that he had found himself in the ruins of Summerhall last year was stored away in his own rooms, waiting to be brought back to Dragonstone and there he had planned to reawake it with the Power of his blood and the God of Fire and the magic of the Asshai'i.

But now, now he could not just went away to his own fief anymore while his father amused himself with bloody torture and death. Now, with damned Aerys dead, he had to stay in the Red Keep and be King and without a Hand, he also had to rule.

Not enough time anymore to read everything about his prophesied future and not enough time anymore to train for when his one great fight would come to him. Not enough time anymore for the rituals on Dragonstone either.

King Rhaegar stepped to the Iron Throne. This was meant for him, he always knew that but he also had always thought that he himself would decide when to climb upon it and not Tywin Lannister.

The one good thought that his father has had before he had ordered the Grand Maester and later the Hand to be tortured, was that he ordered all communication out of the City and into it to be stalled. All Ravens that had tried to fly out of the City during the last five days had been shot down on order of King Aerys and whatever they carried had to be brought to the Red Keep. The same with Ravens that had flown into the City. And of course no riders or messengers were allowed to leave the City, too.

That had the welcomed effect that no one outside had known anything about what happened the last few days here.

King Rhaegar smiled slightly. That at least would make the planning for the next couple of days easier.

"Jon, you will take one hundred of the City Guard and Ser Jonothor here with you. Make yourself ready to leave in an hour and to ride to Casterly Rock. I will write a letter to Lord Lannisters family and in it the order for the Twin children of the Hand to be brought to the Court. Young Jamie will become a Cup-bearer to me and young Cersei will be a Lady in my mothers household. We will honor the family of the Hand with this."

Jon Connington looked back to him after the new King spoke those words but nodded without any word of reproof. He bowed deeply, the Kingsguard Darry at his side and then both left the Great Hall to pack all that they would need and to order the Goldcloaks that would ride with them to do the same.

Rhaegar turned to his best friend and trainingspartner. He looked at him. Loyal Arthur, truespoken and never afraid. He would become a Kingsguard, that they had both sworn to each other. Rhaegar would be King and Arthur his Guard.

Now he was King and just a day ago he had been a squiring Prince. Arthur also was only still a Squire. It would not matter for him anymore but Arthur would have to be knighted by Ser Gerold before he could send him to Sunspear. Yes, the Lord Commander would do that without any questions and Arthur was already better than most knights with his sword, nobody would say anything about an earlier than planned knighting. As soon as that was done he would send Arthur away to Sunspear with the invitation for Elia Martel to be a Lady of the widowed Queen and a prospective wife for him.

The King told his best friend to ready himself for a long day and to wear his best clothes but he gave no answer to questions or the young Dayne, he only send him away.

King Rheagar then went up the Stairs of his Throne. He stood there for a moment before he seated himself. This was part of his destiny and he would not fail it, even if it had come earlier than he had wanted.

Ser Jonothor had likely send news to his White Brothers that another one of them would be need in the Throne Hall for a tired looking Ser Gwayne came to a halt in front of the Iron Throne, bowed deeply and then took the normal position of a Kingsguard.

Rhaegar stared thoughtfully at the back of this Kingsguard. The Darrys were loyal Targaryen followers. It was always good to have them around. Ser Jonothor's brother Willem, the master-of-arms here in the Red Keep, was as loyal as any Kingsguard.

The King would send Ser Willem Darry to Riverrun with an invitation for the daughters of Lord Tully to be Ladies in waiting for his mother.
A Kingsguard's brother and Knight of the Red Keep would work well enough to flatter the Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and to follow his Kings invitation without any thoughts.

Rhaegar leaned slightly and carefully back. He would secure his power through the children of his highest Lords. With them all as hostages in the Red Keep, nobody would dare to say anything about Tywin Lannisters Situation or anything that he as new King would have to change in the Future.

The King orderd that writing utensils would be brought to him and after he received them, he first wrote the letter that loyal and devoted Jon would bring to Casterly Rock.
Then he wrote one for the ruling Princess of Dorne which Arthur would take with him when he would leave and another one for the prickly Lord Tully.

His fourth one would go to the newly wedded Lord Tyrell, to ask him for his younger sister to be brought to the Red Keep. Maybe as Lady in waiting for his mother, maybe as more. The Reachlords were always trying to gain Royal favor and would be surely quite fast in their answer.

Rhaegar smiled contemplative while writing the last of his letters of the morning. This one would be an invitation for the Lord Arryn to come with his heir and his fostersons. An invitation, brought by Ser Grandison of the Kingsguard would not be seen as something that needed to be questioned and it would bring him hostages from three of his highest Lords at once.

The King nodded. His people would bring the first news to the different Lords. The isolation of King's Landing during the last few days would certainly left everyone nervous and when they all will receive the news that on the Iron Throne a new King had taken his seat, there would be questions and then relief that he was more free with his favors.

Yes, it would all work out in the end. He was the Prince that was promised. He was the one that would save Westeros.

Behind the throne, the light of the morning could be seen through the windows.

From the outside of the Throne Hall the Voice if Rhaella Targaryen could be heard as she asked to be brought to her son.

Half across of the Red Keep, in the Tower of the Hand, Maester Hother now stood before the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard who was just fetched from the White Tower and tried to make him understand why he needed more medicine to keep Tywin Lannister alive.

A lone Raven sat near the crumbling chimney on the roof of a small hut, a bit away from the outer Walls of the City of King's Landing. His brothers had been shot out of the air when they tried to fly to their home. His older brother, who had come from Castle Black had been shot barely an hour ago, he had the longest way to fly for it was the most far away and he always was the latest. Now he could rest his wings forever.

Their younger brother, who had flown to Winterfell and back for just the last few months now, had flown back together with him, the oldest one, the Raven of Last Hearth and had been shot when they both where above the City a day ago.

The Bowmen had most likely not seen him or they would surely would have shot him down too and he had half crashed on a roof of a tall building. He was an old and smart Raven and used the small Chance that he saw when they all searched for his young brother to stay safe himself.

The archers had found his wingbrother barely alive, with an arrow in his wing. They broke his neck and searched his legs but there was no message on it and then they tossed him away. He had been so young.

The old Raven dared not to open his wings to escape the City till other Ravens arrived half a day later and he used that moment to fly as high as he could, so that he could not be seen anymore and then down again, a bit away from the City, to land on a tree. As soon as darkness came anew he had flown from tree to roof, always watching for arrows, rooftop to rooftop till he was not far away from the Citywall and watched with sadness as his Castle Black brother was killed and searched.

He felt so hungry now, the thirst was even worse. He was tired and his Wings burned. No soothing and gentle fingers that eased his overworked muscles. He looked from the rooftop to the City, the morning becoming brighter for the Sun climbed higher up and then he crouched low near the crumbling chimney. The Raven decided to sleep a bit more. He would need his strength.