The Orange Shore

Meanwhile, as the others were busy talking, Laena had walked over to one of the bags they had fetched out from Valyria, currently strapped to Vermilion's back. They heard the clink of metal as she searched for something, then she brought out a wrapped object that had been found in the treasure room. She strode over to Aegon.

"I regret that we cannot have a proper ceremony with so few of us, but it will serve for now."

Unwrapping the object, she revealed a gleaming crown set with emeralds.

Aegon watched as Laena unwrapped the crown. "In time I will take the crown of our family from my traitorous brother's severed head. But until then, this will suffice." Aegon took the Valyrian crown from his grandmother's hands, then placed it on his own head.

"Long live the King," Rhaena replied, tone tinged in a little bit of sadness, as she put the death of her father out of mind, she could mourn privately later, she had to be strong for now.

'Long live the King!'

Here I was thinking there was ment to be more fanfare but I suppose its the crowning that counts.. The over the top ponscificating can wait like the woman said.

"It may not bear saying, but where there is one false claim, there may yet be more. Rhaegar Targaryen will almost certainly raise the specter of his father. He may convince the Dornish, or some others to follow him, more fool they." Brandon said.

"How is it that you are here, Lady Elseyris? I was under the impression you had been forbidden to train another Dragon?" Rhaena said, voice even as she looked at the other woman.

"I hope not too, Lord Commander," Elsey replied, solemnly.

She then looked to Rhaena;

"It seems your father changed his mind. He commanded me to go to Dragonstone and tame a new dragon a few weeks ago. I thought it surprising myself, but did not think it wise to question him."

"Was there any indication he was ill before he died?" Aegon asked Elseyris. It was the only thing he could think of that might help explain the behavior.

Laena remarked "Our family is often said to be resistant to sickness compared to other men, but that may not be entirely true. As a girl I read a document once, the fragment of a diary written by our ancestors on Dragonstone, which claimed that House Targaryen always skirted close to madness. In my youth I dismissed such tales as fanciful but it must be considered. I would prefer not to think such of my beloved son, but it might explain the odd circumstances."

Privately, she wished she'd smothered Rhaegar in his sleep, or slipped something in his meals. Then at least there would be one less threat, small as it was, to her grandchildren.

Laena nodded. "That is good, at least. I cannot imagine my son losing his mind. Meraxes help me, I wish I had been there. I might have been able to save Maegor. Even if I could not, I would have given his killer to Vermilion and scattered the ashes in Flea Bottom where they belong. But damn Rhaella, she has more scruples than I do. She will see justice done according to the law, no matter her private feelings."

And how Laena hated that, though she glanced at Aegon as she spoke, guessing that he might approve of the necessary procedures.

"I do not know the exact details, but I understand he was brutally murdered in his bedchamber," Elseyris replied. "Blackfyre was found near the body, bloodied, so it would seem his killer hacked him to death with his own sword."