Thread: Rise to Power

Dominic took a deep breath, though the room was far from empty when he had entered he had only seen his sister and HIS throne. The fact that there had been others around had passed him by right away and only when she mentioned that it must be his grief speaking did he realize that others were there to witness what was happening. She had planned this out very well and no doubt intended to use the court and the Small Council to keep him from the throne... but she had chosen her allies poorly and the nobles whom she had surrounded herself with were fickle, easy enough to cow with strong enough will. They were with her because he was an unknown quantity, a show of what he had up his own sleeve and her footing would be much less setting. Taking a deep breath he reigned in his anger, smiling softly as he looked around to those around him. You are right dear sister, the events of the day coupled with my own grief have made me rash and prone to outburst. Thank you for offering me the opportunity to be rested but in truth I have spent far too much time resting. A fortnight on the road left me with little to do but rest, think, and of course write to the other noble houses, the heads of of whom have all departed so that they might also show respect to our departed king and of course be here for my crowning. Just as her earlier words to him might have been taken at hand when they were in truth a subtle threat he was also conveying a message to the ears of her and her fellow conspirators, she had the court but he had strength on his side. Even their household troops would be divided between who they would follow and the gold cloaked city guards wouldn't be enough to hold off the forces of even a single great house. You see sister this tragedy has opened my eyes somewhat. He said, the slightest smirk crossing his face for a moment before it was replaced again by an almost saint like smile, his eyes shinning with enthusiasm rather then the rage that had shown just moments before. Our father was a man in his prime, strong and noble with many years left to his life... under any normal circumstance his death would have been tragic. My dear older brothers were much the same, both of them young and more then capable of leading... they had invited my to go with them to our ancestral home for a sojourn away from Kings Landing and had I accepted I would have joined them on the boat leaving the throne to one of our cousins and likely causing quite a lot of squabbling. Some of the nobles were nodding their agreement to what he said, sycophants who weren't even waiting for him to make his point yet. On the road back my eyes were opened, my father's death was a tragic accident, a quirk of fate... but for my brothers to have both been struck down so suddenly while I was spared by such a small choice that I made. Clearly my survival was the will of the Seven, and if they wanted me to be the only son of my father to return then they must have wanted me to take the throne. I have spoken with the High Septon, only a few quick words but I got the impression that he is in agreement, the situation we are in has arisen because of extraordinary circumstances and if it is the will of the gods that I am to take the throne... waiting six months to enact their will would be a crime of unimaginable portions that could bring disaster down upon us all. More nods now from the crowd, some of the people there were truly pious while others only acted that way to keep up a public face... but both benefited him. Now, with his public peace said Dominic quickly clapped his hands twice and the the remaining members of the kings guard along with several other nights and a selection of his own house hold troops entered the throne room. Now everyone, I thank you for your presence but I must ask that you all leave my sister and I for a little while so that we might have a private discussion between family members.