In less than a month, thousands of nobles had been exterminated, with entire families burning in flames in the middle of the night.
The banners of those who had sworn loyalty to Princess Rhaenyra could be seen on the borders of many territories.
The queen died under inexplicable circumstances; many say she took her own life out of grief over losing her husband.
But what was really told was that she had been murdered, just like her father, who was condemned to death for stealing from the crown.
No one cared; everyone loved the next ruler, Rhaenyra.
"Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, First of Her Name, Princess of Dragonstone, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of Humanity."
Haldor, her consort, watched her rise without showing any expression.
The whole world admired him for having protected the North from the White Walkers without any ambition.
Those who went to the North knew why, after returning, they didn't smile as much—smiling was a privilege for the weak.
Having lived life, it was easy to understand the complications, so he ended it all in a rather harsh way.
"Did you kill my mother for trying to usurp the throne?" Aemond looked at his uncle, who was staring at the starry sky.
"I didn't kill her; she condemned herself by believing in something that would bring us weakness."
"She was a fool; she knew you had control of the capital, even if you hadn't lived here for many years, but she still spread doubt about the succession."
Haldor looked at his nephew, who was one of his commanders in the North, and asked, "Should I worry about you?"
"No, tomorrow I head north. Give my regards to my cousins."
"Good luck."
Haldor had trained Aemond for the past ten years; he was his squire, and he soon gave him a dragon.
One could say that, as his master, it was impossible for there to be betrayal, but Haldor was prepared even if there was.
"Your children are asking for you."
Haldor looked at his wife and asked, "Do you want this city, or should we designate another as the new capital of the kingdom?"
"We'll decide that later; let's go."
Taking his wife's hand, Haldor knew there was nothing more to tell; everything had been too easy for him in this world.
He hoped his descendants would also have an easy path.