the white cloaks formed lines straight to the iron throne, blocking out the kings landing citizens. the people roared, the throne was being returned to it’s rightful ruler — you.

you began your ascension to the throne, walking in between the kingsguard. you kept a stoic face as you kept your eyes facing in front of you.

you reached the steps, climbing them to stand in front of the throne. the crown was placed on your head, daemon kneeling before you with his head tilted up to look at you.