Naerys did not have the fairytale life, nor did she want it. As the youngest child of King Baelon she would be expected to marry and be the dutiful wife. That was not who she was. Naerys had a dark secret that she would never whisper to anyone. That...
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Her heart stopped at the sight of him. He came strutting in halfway through Viserys speech like he owned the entire kingdom. He was cocky, arrogant and gods was he handsome. Naerys grabbed at her dress and looked down in her lap. She knew if she studied his facial features long enough that she would find her own son in them. Frynne held her hand beneath the table, taking a deep breath and smiling when Naerys did the same.
Daemon walked stiffly but with intent. He saw his prize sitting at the table. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw glint of silver hair. He turned his head and a pit grew in his stomach. There she was. But how?
Daemon choked, he never choked. Naerys lifted her eyes to him and her stomach sank. He looked a little older now, more wrinkles and scars. But Gods was he still handsome. Daemon stopped in his path and full body turned towards her. All eyes were on him in this moment, in turn, eyes were on Naerys. He stopped and stared, the room fell completely silent.
Naerys could not tear her eyes away from her first love. Her brothers lips parted, she yearned for an apology from him. "Uncle, your seat?" It was Rhaenyra who spoke softly, just loud enough for Daemon to hear. It took everything in him to pull his gaze away from his sister. That climb to his seat was one of the heaviest he had ever had to make.
Naerys released the breath she was holding and looked to her lap. Frynne squeezed her hand once more and whispered in her ear. "You did so well. I'm proud of you." Naerys watched a servant fetch a chair and sit it at the end of the table. Some piece of her yearned to sit at the same table, to be recognized as family.
Viserys scratched his cheek with a sigh and began his speech again. "On this night we will be joining two of the oldest houses in the realm, House Targaryens and House Velaryon-" another hush fell over the room as the main doors creaked open. It was the young Queen who stood in its wake. Naerys made a noise in the back of her throat when she saw the notorious Hightower Green gown she wore.
A limping man down the table approached his brother. As Alicent struts into the banquet hall Larys Strong turns to his brother Harwin and whispers, "The beacon on the Hightower. Do you know what color it glows when Oldtown calls its banners to war? Green."
The room erupted in whispers as Queen Alicent strutted through the party. Naerys stomach turned seeing her age. She was so young, maybe a year or two older than Rhaenyra herself. Her cheeks were bright with youth but her eyes filled with hatred. The crowd stood for her presence, Frynne grabbing Naerys hand and forcing her to stand on her feet. Daemon did not stand, he did not even look at the Queen.
His eyes were set on his Queen alone.
Naerys could feel Daemon's eyes burning into the side of her head but she did not stop looking ahead. She had promised herself, her lover and her son that the past was pushed behind her. The Queen made her way up to the table. She forced a grim smile at Rhaenyra before she spoke; "This is such a great blessing, step-daughter. May you have many years of happy marriage."
Bullshit.
Naerys saw the fear and confusion in Rhaenyra's eyes. It took all of her willpower to stay put and not come to her nieces rescue. Viserys felt the uncomfortable tension between the two and turned back to the crowd, forcing a smile. "Drink, and enjoy this momentous occasion!" He pointed to the array of instruments in the corner and music erupted. People fled to the floor to dance and enjoy each other's company.
Viserys took a shaky seat and it was obvious how uncomfortable he was. Naerys was complete content with staying in her seat but Frynne stood and drug her up with her. "Come, weddings are not meant to be so grim!" Frynne dragged her counterpart in between the crowd. She placed her hand on Naerys hips and the other women wrapped her arms around Frynne's neck.
Looking into Frynne's deep brown eyes, she was falling in love all over again.
The two rocked to the music and even though most eyes were on them, they were only focused on each other. "You know, back home a wedding isn't a wedding unless a fist fight breaks out or someone is poisoned." Frynne teased. Naerys lifted her arm above her head and spun her lover around and into her arms.
"You've obviously never been to a Westerosi wedding. If two people die then it's considered a bore." Frynne leaned in so close their lips nearly touched. To kiss in such a place, with so many people, in front of her family and the man she once loved was exhilarating. "What do you think our wedding will be like?"
Frynne's cheeks flushed and her smile grew twice as large. "You would marry me? That does not seem very "Targaryen Princess" of you."
Naerys rolled her eyes and bumped forehead with her lover. "I would fight the entirety of the Gold Cloaks for you, Issa jorrāelagon." My love. Such a sweet name for her most prized possession. Frynne cupped a hand around the back of Naerys neck and tilted her head up. My, was she gorgeous. From long silver locks to eyes that had stolen her heart.
Frynne knew she would be content not having any contract for marriage or simply being forever partners with her beloved. But the idea of a grand wedding and a feast and having a proper contract made her heart sing.
"I think our wedding would be filled with laughter and probably lots of sex." Frynne joked. She pushed hair away from Naerys face. She wanted to kiss her, to show the world how much she loved the woman before her. "Dallon would look so cute in play armor with a Targaryen crest on it."
"I do not want to see him wear that crest as long as I live. He is not a Targaryen, he is just the son of Naerys, first and last of her name." Naerys cupped Frynne's cheek and smiles so hard her cheeks hurt. "If I could make him your son by blood I would do so in an instant."
"He is my son. He has been from the moment he took a breath in this world." Frynne pulled Naerys in by her hips so they were pressed flush together. "I love you both more than their are words to describe my feelings. You are my family, my home."
Naerys was leaned in so close she could feel Frynne's breath dance across her mouth. She could feel sets of eyes burn into their skulls but she did not care.
She startled when a hand grabbed her shoulder. She stumbled back and her eyes fixed into a glare. The object of her hatred stood before her with a shit-eating grin but apologetic eyes.
