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[i] King Viserys of House Targaryen, the first of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, is dead. 
His Grace passed peaceably abed with his good wife, Queen Alicent and his first trueborn son at his side. In accordance with the decree of the Great Council of 101AC and the laws of Gods and Men, his crown has passed to Crown Prince Aegon Targaryen, the Second of his name, Rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.
Crowned in the Dragonpit, anointed in the oils of the Seven alongside his good wife Queen Helaena. May their reign be long and peaceful.

Grandmaester Orwyle [/i]

These last few nights have been quite busy. Every man he met had a different opinion on the matter. His niece's advice council bickered so frequently now that nothing could get done, at least, within the demesnes of the Ring. Already, the succession crisis has been the subject of many late nights, and everyone going to bed resentful, completely forgetting about the original intent of the council meeting. Frados rubbed his tired eyes, going over the page once, twice, and many more times, as if somehow reading it enough would change the meaning of the text. And yet, it seemed, the more he heard, the less he knew about the whole thing. 

"What are you doing?" came a familiar chirping voice. Frados nearly jumped straight out of his chair. His heart pounded, threatening to escape the prison of his chest. He glared at the source of the raucous giggling that started up in the wake of his fright.

"You frightened me, Lindsay," he scolded, getting out of his chair with a soft groan and embracing his niece. "I had thought you were asleep, like I had told you but an hour ago."

"I couldn't sleep. Keles is really bad at Antepiece," she responded. Now that she mentioned it, Frados could recognize the distinct wedge of a board game, located somewhere between him and Lindsay. "Will you play with me? I can't sleep without a good challenge." Without waiting for a response, she set the board down and began arranging the pieces into their respective positions. "Here, you play yellows. They always go first."

"As your regent, I still reserve the authority to banish you to your bedchambers for a period of ten hours," he huffed. "Don't make me do it again." This sent his little niece running. Sighing again, he looked out the window to see the beginnings of a rising moon. Strange, he had promised himself he would deal with all the papers by morning. The advice council meeting should be beginning in less than a pace. He had to hurry.

When he reached the room, he already found it loud and full of conflicting voices. "Order!" he bellowed, the moment he entered. This shut the entire room up for a few precious seconds. "Now, to some truly relevant business, please. Keles, I've told you far too many times now. Don't humor Lady Roxton after the sun sets."

"My lord," said Keles, his voice clouded by his thick Rhoynish accent. "Now is the time for action. Rhaenyra sits in Dragonstone, waiting for her loyal subjects to reclaim her throne. We must throw our support behind her now, while the sentiment is strong."

"The line cannot pass through a woman!" answered Ser Haraway, in his squeaky tone brought by anger. "How can a woman hope to maintain old legitimacy, or bring in new members of the dynasty? One bad marriage and the throne will be held by Baratheons!"

"I've lived a long life now," muttered the gravelly lows signature to Maester Sarren. "And never in my life have I seen a queen on the throne. Whether blessing or curse, Aegon is still deserving of a chance, at the very least. We must maintain good diplomacy with Hightower, for the inevitable conflict with Wythers and Alden Keep." The room quickly devolved into senseless shouting once again.

"Silence! Silence!" shouted Frados, but his voice was drowned out by the collective roaring of the three other men. He tried for a few minutes to impose a semblance of order, but gave up and left them to work out their difference themselves, as usual. Perhaps he'd have better spent his time playing another game of Korzion with Lindsay after all.