Author's Note: Just a small chapter on Robb's coronation because Chapter 11 was 4007 words, lol. Do leave your thoughts behind in a review!
Robb knew that this was a hasty coronation for the significance of his hold of King's Landing. If the war was won, and when he wed Margaery, a proper coronation for the two would occur. But perhaps not on in King's Landing…
At any rate, Robb was dressed in his finest leather and velvet doublet that was pinned together with a finely made sterling silver direwolf's head clasp. A fine grey cloak lined with silver wolf's fur was draped around his shoulders. His longsword was strapped to his belt and though it was in the hands of the High Septon instead of on his head where it usually sat upon was his crown that his Northmen and Riverlords had given to him; an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords. It was said that Robb's crown looked much like the crown worn by the old Kings of Winter.
Robb was standing before the platform of the Iron Throne with the High Septon standing only a step behind him holding Robb's crown over his head as he spoke the traditional words of coronation.
"…may the Warrior grant him courage, and protect him in these perilous times. May the Smith grant him strength, so that he might bear this heavy burden, and may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the paths he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Robb of the House Stark, first of his name, King of the Andals, the First Men, and the Rhoynar, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!" The High Septon's voice rang out across the hall as he placed Robb's crown back onto his head.
"Long may he reign!" The High Septon cried out, echoed by the hundreds of great and small lords who fought for Robb that were gathered in the Throne Room.
Robb locked his gaze with Margaery, who was almost glowing as she had eyes for none other than her king. She looked beautiful in yet another gown of grey and white, though the statement with this gown was much bolder, as was the way she wore her hair. She looked like a Northener, and none could dispute that for the moment. He turned his heel and began the short climb up to the Iron Throne, a walk he never thought in his life that he would take. Staring at the chair, he realized what a great construction it truly was. The seat of Kings. He admired it for a moment before he turned to sit. He was fearful that the swords would cut him instantly, but though the Throne was uncomfortable…it accepted Robb as a worthy monarch.
The gathered crowd cheered loudly, before they crowded around to swear their oaths of fealty. The day dragged on impossibly long after that, and when Robb finally stood from the Throne, dusk had fallen and the King was weary.
"Tomorrow we begin a march that will define the new age of this country. Tomorrow I march out as the one true King of Westeros with you all behind me. Tomorrow we eradicate the stain of the lions by executing the false king Joffrey and marching out to eradicate his remaining armies. Tywin Lannister will fall to us, as every other foe has. The new age begins tomorrow, my lords. The Age of the Wolf. I urge you all to retire for the evening to prepare for our march." Robb declared, earning applause from his new vassals before they filed from the Throne Room and left Robb with his closest council for the time being; Margaery, Loras, Smalljon, Dacey, Randyll Tarly, Lord Oakheart, and the Maester who had attended to him throughout the war; Maester Willam, who Robb intended to serve as his own Maester.
"I want Joffrey prepared for execution in the morrow. The sooner he is dead, the less reason his armies will have to rally. Cersei Lannister is to be left in Margaery's custody. I wish for her to watch her dynasty crumble until Margaery is Queen, then she shall be executed for her crimes." Robb declared tiredly to his council who nodded their heads.
"Do not trust her, Margaery…" Robb warned, only to earn a laugh from Margaery.
"Fear not, my love. She will not be in my company while you are away. Highgarden is very lovely, but our dungeons are not." Margaery said with a sweet smile that contradicted her dark words.
Author's Note: And unfortunately I must retire for the evening, I hope to update tomorrow. Stay tuned!