Cousin Strong - Aemond Targaryen - ON HOLD

Secrets in the Ink

Breakfast the next morrow was one filled with thick and noticeable tension. Everyone could see it. Everyone seemed to notice, apart from the pair how drawn to each other they were, both think they were subtle in their murmuring to each others and little glances. However it seems the two were not remotely subtle at all. In fact what gave them away the most, apart from the looks of love on both of their faces, was the fact the they couldn't have sat closer to each other, their chairs and bodies angled towards each other, as if they needed to be close to other to survive.

Alicent couldn't help but smile at their adoration for each other, something that she had to learn to develop for her husband. It made her happy at the sight of her family happy. However the thought of marriage looped over her head, the fact they Helaena was yet to be officially betrothed to anyone was worrisome, Rhaenyras ,Jace popped into her head, for the first time in a few years.

Kyannis' words from when they last spoke on the matter all that time ago scurried around her mind.

Finishing breakfast, Alicent stood, excusing herself from the table, informing the table she had business to attend to she left the room, moving fast towards the writing table in a room opposite the library.

Grabbing her paper and quill, she found their to be no ink. "Fantastic!" She huffed. Leaving the room once again, making her way to the one she new would have ink.

Knocking on the door she waited for a reply, "Larys?"
No reply. Hesitating a second she entered the room, going straight for his desk. Looking at the surface she found no ink, squatting down she opened the draw with a slither of clear her sticking out from it, expecting just ink and a quill. She found the contents of her expectations, but also that of an unusually large stack of letters all tied together.

She felt as if her heart stopped for a second, eyeing the writing she knew to be hers she picked up the stack and sat of the chair closest to her.

On her lap was years worth of letters, ones sent from her and her family to Kyannis, and the reply's the family never got from the girls 'disappearance'.

Fuming she stood, walking so fast through the halls the first in the stone kicked up behind her crating a cloud.
Entering the great hall she found the King, stood with his children, discussing what? The Queen didn't care to know, her anger to strong to care.

"Do you care to explain Larys?" She spat, walking to face Larys, who nearly fell back from the anger on the woman. His confusion was evident for a second, that was until his eyes met the stack of letters in her hands.

"No, no, you see Yo-You're Grace, their is a misunderstanding," he stutters, trying to find a way to rid himself of the situation unfolding in front of him.

As if by magic the sound of metal gets louder, everyone's heads turn to the great door as Kyannis enters, adorned in her armour, stood tall and strong she stops, studying the scene before her, the anger still evident on Alicent face caused Kyannis' face to turn sinister. Believing someone had attempted something towards the Queen, she strutted down the stairs and walked straight over to her Cousin and Alicent.