-King's Landing-
In the great hall of the Red Keep, stood the Lords, and Ladies of Westeros. People were dressed in many styles of clothes, heavy furs of the North Beyond the Wall, men and women were wearing cloaks with bear furs, and leathers of the North, and silks of orange of Dorne. At the front of the lords, and ladies on the left side of the throne room, stood Daeron Targaryen's wives, sons, and daughters.
The throne room was filled with grim faced men clad in fine suits of black plate and mail with cloaks of scarlet cloth secured by a simple dragonglass brooch.
Household Guards
Standing in front of the throne's stairs were the new Dragonguard, all wearing armour while plain was expertly crafted clad head to toe in full suits of Valyrian steel it was a menagerie of colours as each guard wore a surcoat to denote his house some had belts encrusted with fine gems or silvered swords others lion skin cloaks with various ornaments decorating their helms, the cost of this armor would fund an estate for generations
Winged
When the great oak-and-bronze doors opened the lords, and ladies of Westeros watched as the man clad in gleaming, black plate and mail large circular rondels, enamelled black and red in the sigil of house targaryen protected the vulnerable juncture of arm and breast a skirt of lobstered metal covered from from waist to mid-thigh while a solid gorget encircled his throat in lieu of a cloak jon wore the skin of a dragon it was an ancient heirloom of the 1st sapphire emperor of yi-ti gifted to him by their empress.
Aegon
As the men continued, people watched as their soon to be king snarled as he stopped in front of the High Septon, and knelt in front of him. They watched as the High Septon's crystal crown shined as he stepped forward with the crown of the conqueror in hand. It was a magnificent band of valyrian steel set with rubies the size of a child's fist .
"Do you Daeron Targaryen promise to protect, to guard, and to feed the realm, people, and faith?" The High Septon asked as he looked at the man kneeling before him.
Daeron Targaryen nodded, and spoke with a voice that made every person in the hall feel like they were being ordered, "I do."
The crystal crown man nodded, feeling like the man meant what he said, "Do you promise to be justice to those that did wrong like the Father Above, to be merciful to those that deserve it like the Mother, to give courage to the weak and poor like the Warrior, to give strength to those that are in need like the Smith, to keep the young safe like the Maiden, and to give wisdom to those in need like the Crone."
The Great Dragon nodded, "I do." Again in the voice of one that you could trust, and respect.
The Father of the Faith nodded, and raised the first crown of a Targaryen King above his head, "So let it be known throughout the realms, that Daeron of House Targaryen the third of his name, has been named King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm." His sonarus voice echoed through the throne room showing the magnitude of this day for the first time in almost two decades a dragon ruled from the iron throne. Daeron Targaryen slowly stood up and looked towards the monstrosity of a throne, and slowly walked up the steps running a hand along the tips of the swords that protruded from the throne. As that was happening the king had flashes of the kings before him did the same.
People watched as the king slowly stepped up the throne's stairs, and as he reached the set, everyone watched as the King of Westeros turned around, looking towards his people. When he sat down upon his ancestor's throne, the High Septon bowed, and yelled, "Long may he reign!"
"Long may he reign!" He was followed shortly by the Lords, and Ladies of Westeros, all bowing as the man who was named king sat the throne. Those shouts were followed by those outside of the Red Keep. Everywhere in King's Landing, the people were chanting for their king. All but a few.
One was a small, thin, hard-eyed, grey-haired man with a heavily lined face, who was wearing simple white robes. This man was staring blankly at the people around him who chanted for the new king. Beside him was a young, strong, handsome short blond hair, and sparkling emerald eyes man, who was humourless and impatient. This man was glaring at those who chanted for the bastard who was claiming the throne.
After a few seconds, the man drew his sword ready to behead the closet to them. But was stopped by a hand taking his wrist. He looked towards the grey-haired man, "Not yet brother. Wait and the time will come." The younger man nodded and sheathed his sword. Together they planned for the future.
-Daeron/Jon(Days Later)-
Daeron Targaryen, Third of His Name, sat the throne looking onto the mass of golden-blonde hair, and emerald eyes. Jon was wearing a simple scarlet doublet with a golden thread collar and cuffs, over the doublet was a gorget with engraved wolves and dragons, and simple black trousers being held up with a simple black belt. And atop his head was the crown the first Targaryen king wore.
Leaning against the throne to his left and right were Blackfyre and Dark Sister. Both swords were unsheathed, and their rubes sparkling as the sun from the windows shining onto them. One of the sword blades glowed black, and the ripples shined red, and the other glowed gray, as its ripples shined silver.
Jon was taken from his thoughts by the doors opening. The King watched as his household guard entered the Great Hall leading the main branch of House Lannister, and the three bastards. Jon felt the glare coming from the oldest bastard and the light of the west.
Jon already knew what was going to happen, raised a hand and watched as one of the household guards punched the eighteen-year-old boy, who was already fighting against the chains. Once the boy was punched, Jon watched as the boy passed out, and as the mother screeched.
Daeron Targaryen sat straight as he started the trial, "Joffrey Waters," he said the name without an emotion in his voice, "For the crimes against my house, the crown, and for usurping, I sentence you to crucifixion." The unconscious boy groaned as he was dragged from the room by two household guards. Jon turned his vision to the mother, and without a second to breathe he spoke, "Cersei 'Baratheon'," he watched as the woman glared at him, and with a growing grin Jon continued, "For the crimes of usurping, enslaving, and to my family, I sentence name you, my personal sex slave." Her eyes grew at what he said, "You 'Light of the West' is a beautiful woman, and I wouldn't want to waste that beauty. So with the agreements from my lovers, I have made you my personal sex slave. But I also take your name away from you, your name is now 'Whore' and you will remain 'Whore'." He nodded towards one of the guards, and watched as the man placed a collar around the woman's neck, and then pushed from the room, as she stared at him.
As the doors were closed the room waited for the King to continue. Daeron stared at the doors, feeling like something around him changed and as something in his mind grew. Beside him, Blackfyre flashed and something inside of the sword awakened.
Jon shakes his head, and looks towards the Old Lion, and leaned back, "I've spent days thinking of what I should do to you." Daeron leaned forward, "But you will answer this question, Old Lion." He leaned further forward, and with a growl asked, "Where is my sister, and mother? Where is Elia Martell, and Rhaenys Targaryen?"
Jon watched as the man's eyes widened a bit, but that quickly left, leaving only an emotionless blank face, "I don't know what you me-" he was cut off by a sword flying past his face, leaving only a shallow cut along the cheek. Everyone looked to the king to find him standing and his arm outstretched. They all noticed the missing Dark Sister, which was now stuck in the ground only five feet away from the shock Lord Lannister.
"Answer the question, Old Lion, it might just save you from death," Jon said as he stood straight like nothing happened, and sat back down on the throne. The King sat down and watched as the Old Lion stared at him, and he saw the man thinking over what he said, "Take as long as you want, Tywin Lannister." He looked towards the Golden Lion, "Jaime Lannister, you are here under the crimes of king slaying, oath breaking, and crimes against the crown." The man nodded, in acceptance, "But you saved the city by killing my grandfather and in my, and my council opinions that is good enough reason to remove that from your chargers."
The man nodded, "Thank your Grace."
Daeron nodded, "But that doesn't take away your other crimes." He placed his head in his hand, "But I can't lose you. You are one of the best swords in this kingdom, and you would be one of the greatest losses we could have. So for your crimes, you will lose an eye." Jon watched as the man nodded slowly, and as he left the room with one of the guards.
Jon looked back to Tywin, and glared at him, "Have you made up your mind Lord Tywin Lannister?" The man only stared at him, but nodded, "Good." Jon snarled and growled, "Where is my sister, and mother, Tywin fucking Lannister."
"Naath. Elia Martell and Rhaenys Targaryen are on the Island of Naath." Tywin answered, "Elia made a plan to escape with Doran Martell, to escape Westeros when the rebellion happened. My spy, Pycelle found out and sent me a raven. When I found out I left Casterly Rock to make sure that didn't happen."
Jon nodded, "Tywin Lannister, son of Tytos Lannister and Jeyne Marbrand, for the crimes against the crown, and House Targaryen, helping usurping, sending assassins out to kill my aunt, Daenerys Targaryen. I take away all your titles, your name, and your left hand. And for the rest, you will be doing community service as my Hand." Daeron watched as the man's eyes widened, "You will hold the title until your life ends. You will remain loyal to me and my family. If you're able to do that, I promise you a marriage that has your family blood run through my family line."
Daeron watched as the man nodded, "Thank you, Your Grace."
Jon waved for the guards to take away the old man, "I expect you to take up the title on the morrow." The man nodded as one of the guards motioned him to leave. When the doors closed the King turned his eyes to the Dwarf, "Tyrion."
The dwarf bowed, "Daeron."
The two stared at each other, saying nothing, until the king snorted, "Unchain him." He said looking at the guard who carried the keys, "He has done nothing wrong."
Tyrion grinned, "Have I gotten to you already, Your Grace?"
Jon snort again, "Don't test your luck, Dwarf." But the King nodded, "Aye, you have grown on me, Lord Lannister."
Tyrion nodded, "So it has happened. So I'm the Lord of Lannisport?" Daeron nodded, and Tyrion smiled, "My father would not be happy about this." He rubbed his wrists.
Daeron nodded, "I have heard." He waved, "But as you would know I'm busy. You should go, and find a whore to fuck, and I might be able to join you for a meal."
Tyrion nodded, "Aye, I might just do that." Jon watched as the man turned, but stopped and raised a finger, "Also can I have Bronn?"
The King nodded, "He's yours. I released him from his vows when the Brotherhood of the Old Gods disbanded and turned into my army." He smiled, "He's waiting in one of the brothels for you."
Tyrion turned around with a smile, "Then I will see you later, Your Grace." He said as the doors opened.
Daeron watched as the dwarf left the room, and as the door closed behind him. He then turned his vision to the last two people in the room. Jon sat back in his throne, and continued with the trial, "Myrcella, and Tommen Waters." He watched as the two kids stepped forward, and Jon looked at them, "Myrcella I legitimize you as Myrcella Baratheon. You will remain in King's Landing until I have chosen a worthy man to marry you, or you find someone you want to marry." He watched as the girl smiled, and nodded. Daeron moved to the youngest siblings, and spoke, "Tommen I legitimize you as a Tommen Baratheon. You will remain a loyal servant to my heirs and their heirs. You will serve as the Castellan of Storm's end and should Gendry, Edric or Stannis produce no male heirs you shall become lord of Storm's end. You will never rise to rebellion, nor your heirs." The boy nodded hurriedly, and with a smile. Daeron looked over to a guard, "Get rooms ready for them. Have them washed, and bathed. Make sure no harm comes to them." The guard nodded and uncuffed the two children, and led them to the exit.
The Great Hall was empty of people but those of the household guards, Dragonguards, and the King, who was standing and going down the stairs to grab the sword which was still sticking out of the carpet-covered marble floor. Jon drew the sword out of the floor and ran a hand along the blade to check if it still had its sharpness. And like the stories, and legends the blade is unscathed of any damage.
The King looked over his shoulders to a household guard who was wearing a black cloth instead of the red cloth like the other's, "Have them fetched for, Commander Selmy." The man nodded and left the room. Jon looked to the blade in his hands and gave it a few test swings. When he was finished he looked over to a tubby green eyed Lannister. "So Genna Lannister." The woman looked to him. "Tell me about the Freys. And if you do I promise you a peaceful punishment for your family."