Shireen /Devan, Shireen's coronation

She was crowned on the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor. The crown Shireen had chosen for herself had once belonged to her father, a red-gold crown with flamed-shaped points encircling it.

"Do you want to be queen?" Devan had asked Shireen the night before her coronation.

Shireen raised an eyebrow. "It's a bit late for you to be asking me that question, isn't it?"

"It's never too late, Your Grace."

"And what would you do, if I say that I do not wish to be queen? Will you sweep me off my feet and smuggle me to the Free Cities so we can live happily ever after?"

"If that is your command, Your Grace, then I will obey it. I am your sworn shield, sworn to protect you with my life."

"You should have asked me that question years before, when my father died. Before we continued the fight. Before too many have died."

"I did. You told me then it was treachery to your father's memory to even consider the question."

"It is not about wants. It is about duty."

"Those were your father's words," Devan pointed out.

"Yes. What of it?"

"You are not your father, Your Grace."

"I know. I'm beginning to realize that more and more every day."

Devan was stricken. "I did not mean that as a slight. You are yourself, Shireen Baratheon, a victor of war, a woman, a queen, whatever else you wish to be. You are not just Stannis Baratheon's daughter."

Shireen moved closer towards Devan, their faces inches apart. "I know you did not mean it as a slight, Devan," she said softly. "Do you know what sets me apart the most from my father? All these years of war and fighting, I have finally realized the truth. I want to sit on that throne. I want to be queen. I know I would make a better ruler for my people than the other contenders. It was not duty forcing my hand and binding my feet to continue the fight."

"I'm glad," Devan said. "I'm glad that we … your father's men … had not pushed you into continuing the fight against your true wishes."

"They are my men now," Shireen reminded him.

"Yes, we are your men, Your Grace."

"Do you think my father would have been disappointed? That it was not solely duty driving my actions?"

Devan suspected that Stannis Baratheon had been a more complicated man than one solely driven by duty. Stannis was a human being with wants and needs - albeit one who was perhaps more adept than others in sublimating his own wants and needs - but still possessing of them nonetheless. But that was only Devan's innermost suspicion, something he was not comfortable voicing out to others. In the end, he told Shireen, "Your father would never be disappointed that his heir is sitting on the Iron Throne."