Mace looked utterly loyal and dependable. "Prince Gendry, Princess Daenerys, I have come to report on the preparations for the coronation and discuss Your Highnesses' crowns, swords, and ceremony."
Daenerys smiled at Mace. He had also played a part when the Targaryen Dynasty fell. Even if he had merely gone through the motions and done nothing, that at least counted as repaying the Dragon King's past favor.
"As for the crowns, I already have something in mind." Gendry pointed at the Golden War Banner. "Use this to make two crowns."
"As you command." Mace bowed. "I will gather skilled craftsmen to fashion them exquisitely."
"It's a pity Aegon the Conqueror's crown was lost," Gendry said with deep regret. That was the crown he truly wanted. His father, King Robert, had possessed a crown too, but Robert himself had rarely worn that stag crown. It had never gained any real influence or recognition.
I must find those treasures of the former Targaryen Dynasty, Gendry thought. Gathering Valyrian steel swords, crowns, dragon eggs, and other treasures, keeping them in a chamber, and admiring them day and night would be a fine thing.
The Sealords had their menageries, and he believed his own garden of treasures would hardly pale in comparison.
"Ser Anguy, bring Tiger's Roar," Gendry said.
Anguy the Archer brought Gendry's Tiger's Roar out of the tent. Its blade was broader than a palm, and standing upright, it was taller than Jon Snow. It was a greatsword through and through.
"The pommel is shaped like a tiger. It only needs to be changed to a stag. Its name will be Fury, which is also House Baratheon's motto." Gendry drew the greatsword. The ripples on its blade were even more extraordinary, unlike the usual subdued darkness seen at feasts. Golden ripples gleamed