It was good to be king. To be crowned with gold and rubies, to have his health praised by the petty lordlings under his heel, and to sit upon the sharp, monstrous black throne of his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and even more distant ancestors. His violet eyes scanned the hall, his gaze almost lazy as he thought on his grand, perhaps ‘too’ grand, ideas for the realm he was now the supreme ruler of. The Seven Kingdoms would remember him as the greatest… Aerys knew it.