[b][u]Lord John Stark of Winterfell[/u][/b]

John grimaced at what the Lannister said of his thoughts on who should be named the Hand. "I was worried that you would say that," he said. He knew that if Daeron offered him the position he would be forced to accept. It wasn't a job that you could say no to. John sighed as the chatter continued. He noticed the knight's daughter heading over. She had the famed locks of gold that Lannisters were known for and she was quite the beauty. John bowed as she approached. "My lady," he said, flashing a charming smile.

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[b][u]King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros[/u][/b]

Daeron had finished his walk and was now ready to begin the ceremony. He notified his guards and the others that would need to be present at the occasion. He waited outside the door of the throne room, a black cape fitted over a red tunic. He took a deep breath as he marched in, the Kingsguard at his side. He took his seat on the Iron Throne. It was a cold, uncomfortable thing but his face showed no sign of his feelings.

The coronation was quick. Maester Arran conducted it and then placed the crown his father had worn atop his head. He smiled as he realized what came next. The Lords of Westeros swearing fealty to him. This would be quite fun. Daeron was handed a list of the Lords who would be bowing the knee to show their house's respect. He shouted out the first name on the list, "Gwayne Tyrell!"