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Taking of River Run feat:Wolven Steel
The commotion as events unfolded not lost on the Targaryen prince. The quick scuffle for retaining power a sound he had heard many times before. There would be no room for error, no room for resistance, this matter would be finished. Aemond kept his blade held tightly in the grasp of his slender fingers, nearly flushed of color as his hand tightened. Things were in their favor once more, now the only thing to see it through would be to finalize the demotion of the head of house Tully. His thoughts interrupted as Arryk moved through the throne room along with a handful of Northern knights. "My Prince, the north has joined us. Together we've taken care of Riverruns troops that still took up sword against us."
Aemond made a simple nod of his head as he kept his focus on where Lord Tully had been mere moments prior. The thoughts of piercing his throat still fresh in his mind. His shoulders rose with a deep inhale as he turned to face them. “Assemble everyone in the courtyard. There is a message that needs to be sent.” He spoke quickly, his words dripping with authority as his feet began moving towards the same door he had entered moments prior. “Lord Arryk bring my Princess to the courtyard as well, stay by her side at all costs,” he ordered before taking a look back at the emptying throne room towards Oscar. “Have someone bring the young Tully Lord as well. He will need to witness this.”
The fire of his fury had been capped in that moment but had yet to be extinguished, no he was not one to calm himself as easily, a trait he was sure he shared with the dragons his family continued to ride. Feet nearly stomped along the stone beneath them as they lead him towards the courtyard, his face met with the same rain which had graced him with its presence not long before. The knights of houses Targaryen and Stark lined the way as the remaining Tully forces stayed on their knees.
Aemond’s eye locked with Lord Elmo Tully who was on his knees in front of Ser Eryyk. A wave of pure anger taking over him as he looked for Vhagar. The dragon roared to show its strength as he moved toward her. He stopped to pause a moment as he stood mere inches from the disgraced head of house Tully, taking in the sight of his face plastered with fear before turning to the men which lined the courtyard.
“Men and women of the North. I Prince Aemond of house Targaryen stand before you today as the conquer of the frey. Riverrun has now been taken from the traitor to the crown by the name of Lord Elmo Tully,” he spoke, his words venomous as they echoed through the crowd of silence as he turned towards the young heir, “the lands will remain in the Tully house with the rise of a new ruler Lord Oscar Tully. House Targaryen will not punish the entirety of Riverrun for the actions of its misdirected leader.”
The prince showing a facade of a forgiving nature, one which would ultimately gain the support of the remaining Tullys. “All members of house Tully wishing to swear fealty to their rightful ruler, King Aegon, second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men, Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm. Will be shown the same mercy. All those who do not wish to do so, step forward and join your Lord in death.” The words dripping from his lips as a harsh fact. Aemond knew that none would willingly step into the next life with the Gods but he supposed it would be improper of him not to suggest such an offer.
Aemond watched the crowd as, like he suspected, no one stepped forward. Taking a step forward he turned his attention fully to Elmo Tully, only allowing his eye to shift a single moment as he looked to his wife who stood at his side. “Lord Elmo Tully, In the name of Aegon of the House Targaryen, Second of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, I, Aemond of the House Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, sentence you to die."
Taking a step back Aemond looked up at Vhagar who stood at attention a brief moment before his eye met Lord Tully’s one final time, “Dracarys.”
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