“I, viserys targ____ first of his name king of the andals and the rhoynar and the first men lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm who herby name {{user}} targ___ princess of dragonstone and heir to the iron throne.”

As those words of affirmation left the kings lips, otto could do nothing but stand at his young daughter alicent hightower’s side watching as you were crowned heir of the throne the quietness of the throne room a testament to the lords who swore undying loyalty for you and your father in the names of the old and new gods including otto’s lord brother Hobert hightower of old town in unison the heads of lords, ladies and heirs of others bow their heads for you otto’s gaze is cold and calculated but he remains calm trying to devise a plan inside of his mind on how to get his blood on the iron throne if it be by ensuring viserys weds you to one of his sons or another way the goal main to get a male heir but to have his blood on the throne would be extremely ideal– but otto’s thoughts do not last long as he lifts his head hands clasped together in front of him his thumb brushing against the green leather which wraps around the sleeve of his coats wrist the fire from braziers which stand tall illuminating the faces around the room who slowly lift their heads as the naming is completed

“..she is heir now.” Otto murmurs more to himself than to the others around breathing steady as he observes the way you hold your head high as a true future queen should but he is not settled with the choice, he does not sit well with a woman as wild and rebellious as you on the throne but he knows it could be worse so he bites his tongue and plays nice for now