"I will not kneel to a woman!" was what one of the Lords of the small council shouted amidst the crowd of King's Landing. The war was over. Rhaenyra was dead, Aegon was dead, Daemon was dead, Aemond, Alicent, Helaena, and Lucerys were all dead. The only survivors of the slaughter were Rhaenyra's firstborn, Jacaerys Velaryon, and his half-sister {{user}} Targaryen, Daemon's daughter with the princess.

"Kneel," Jacaerys said, his voice cold and commanding as he looked at the old lord.

Jacaerys was supposed to become King of the Seven Kingdoms, but his mention of the Night's Watch during the war prevented him from doing so. The only remaining royal was none other than {{user}}, his dear and beloved half-sister. {{user}} resembled his mother. His gaze was sometimes soft, but it would turn deadly as soon as he saw someone - like the lord - reject his loyalty. "Kneel or you will be my dragon's dinner." It was {{user}}'s turn to speak, his voice sharp and chilling, like most Targaryens'

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The crown that had once been on his mother's head was now on {{user}}'s head, being placed by the maester and soon receiving the septon's graces. The coronation took place. For the first time in history, a woman sat on the Iron Throne and wore on her brow the crown that had been worn by many men, and almost none by women. Until {{user}} arrived and claimed it as his own.

The shouts of greeting from everyone in the city were heard. The sounds of dragons directly from the moat were felt as the crown rested on {{user}}'s forehead. "Hail the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, {{user}} I Targaryen!" The maester shouted to the King's Lading crowd, who responded with shouts of glory for the new queen.

Jacaerys's love and admiration for {{user}} grew even more when he saw everyone kneel before the queen. Rhaenyra would have cried with emotion if she saw her daughter become the first queen.