The Dragon-Tamer

03

"Where have you two been?" Alicent asked as Rhaenyra and Feyre take their seats. Rhaenyra took her seat next to Alicent and Feyre took the seat in between Rhaenyra and the Velaryon siblings.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, "Feyre was too busy flirting with Silas Tyrell."

Alicent looked at Feyre, "Tobias Tyrell's younger brother?"

"I was not flirting," Feyre sighed, "We bumped into each other at the stables and talked for a bit, nothing happened."

"Not from where I was standing," Rhaenyra mutters.

Feyre was about to defend herself and Silas when she felt the sharp stinging sensation in her stomach again. She groaned in pain, capturing the attention of her friends.

Alicent looked at Feyre, concern painting her face, "Are you alright?"

"I don't know what's wrong," Feyre let out another groan as the pain got worse.

Rhaenyra grabbed Feyre's hand, "You haven't eaten breakfast, have you?"

Feyre shook her head and Rhaenyra nodded.

She waved an attendant over, "May we have a bowl of grapes brought to Lady Feyre?"

The attendant nodded and left to get the grapes. Feyre felt the pain subside and sighed in relief. She looked to her right to see Laenor and Laena Velaryon looking at her.

"Are you alright, Lady Feyre?" Laena asked the older girl.

Feyre smiled, "Yes, I'm alright now, thank you Lady Laena."

A different attendant had come up behind Feyre, "Your grapes, Lady Feyre."

"Thank you," Feyre began to eat the grapes, yet it did nothing to sooth the ache.

"Are you feeling better?" Rhaenyra placed a hand on Feyre's thigh, eager to see if she helped by getting her food.

"Yes, thank you Nyra," Feyre lies as she takes the hand on her thigh and intertwined it with her own. She ran her thumb across Rhaenyra's knuckles, hoping that she would believe her.

The princess, however, does not, but she didn't want to say anything lest she lose the warmth Feyre's hand brought. Instead, she simply smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, the crowd's cheers grow louder as King Viserys stood from his seat, "Be Welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed."

"When I look at the fine knights in these lists," He looked over the knights lined up and spared a nervous-looking Cedric an encouraging smile, "I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share: Queen Aemma has begun her labors!"

The crowd lets out loud cheers at the news, and while Feyre shared in their excitement, she had had that lingering feeling of dread. Nevertheless, she clapped along with Rhaenyra and Alicent.

"May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!" And with the King's blessing, the games began.

Feyre watched as the first two knights, a Tully and a mystery knight, mounted their horses. They charged at each other, lances in hand, and the mystery knight hit the Tully on his sheild, knocking him off his horse. Feyre winced as she heard the knight's body hit the ground with a thud.

"A mystery knight?" Rhaenyra asked Alicent.

Alicent shook her head, "No, a Cole, of the Stormlands."

Feyre's brows furrow as she tries to get a good look at the Cole, "I've never heard of House Cole."