What was once the Street of Steel, would now forever be known as the Ruby Road. The Mad King's crown was cracked and malformed from the indecent, and the assortment of gems lay scattered across the ground. The horse had come down hard on Aerys Targaryen's head, crushing it beneath the weight of its hoof. It was neither the cuts nor bruises that ended the king, but the way in which his skull sat strewed across the stone road. Barristan Selmy and Arthur Dayne ran to Aerys, who now lied motionless on the cobbled streets of the capital. The knight showed no hesitation, charging the stallion head-on, throwing his body against it's larger frame, launching the beast from atop its master. Jonothor Darry was the first to arrive at the side of his king. The king's steed threw its rider from his back and trampled the already-frail man for what seemed an age, though in truth it was no more than a few seconds.Īerys' Kingsguard dismounted their own horses as fast as they could, and ran to the aid of their king. It remains unclear what caused the horse to frenzy as it had, but once it begun, it would not stop. The Mad King was never one for riding, and met his death atop a horse, or rather, underneath one. Aerys Targaryen's death came in a manner befitting of the man: Cruel and unpredictable. The bells tolled high above the Sept of Baelor as the news was trickled out to the masses of King's Landing, from the Street of Sisters to Cobbler's Square.
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