The Dragon-Tamer

08

After being dismissed from the Small Council, Feyre found  Rhaenyra pacing in the Godswood.

"Rhaenyra," Feyre called out.

Rhaenyra turned to Feyre and rushed towards her. The Princess pulled Feyre into her arms and began crying.

"It's alright, love," Feyre placed a kiss on her head, "It's alright."

"It's not!" Rhaenyra shouted, "How could she do this?"

"Rhaenyra."

Feyre and Rhaenyra turned to see Alicent standing a few feet away from them. Feyre felt Rhaenyra tense up and prepared herself for whatever argument was going to happen.

Rhaenyra glared at Alicent, "Was this your plan all along? Fake being my friend so that you could whore your way into my father's bed?"

"I didn't fake anything, I care about you," Alicent glanced at Feyre, "Both of you."

Feyre opened her mouth to speak, but Rhaenyra beat her to it, "If you think that kind words will make up for your betrayal, then you are surely mistaken."

Tears pooled into Alicent's eyes. She walked towards them, but did not go to Rhaenyra. Alicent completely ignored her and gripped both of Feyre's hands.

"Please, Feyre," Alicent pleaded, tears now finding their way down her cheeks, "You have to know that I would never to do anything that would hurt you both."

Feyre sighed and looked up at the sky. She pleaded with the gods to soothe the headache forming. Feyre pulled her hands away and stepped away from both girls.

She looked at Rhaenyra, "You should not be so hostile, Nyra. Alicent didn't choose this."

Rhaenyra scoffed and looked at Feyre like she was the one marrying her father, "I can't believe you are choosing her side!"

"I am not choosing anyone's side!" Feyre shouted, having had enough of all the negativity, "I will not be made to choose between two of my most beloved friends. You want to be mad at Alicent? You are entitled to be mad, but don't call her a whore for something she cannot control!"

With that, Feyre left Rhaenyra and Alicent in the Godswood. She needed to get out of there lest her head explodes.
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The wedding of King Viserys to Alicent Hightower went off without a hitch. Alicent looked beautiful in a white dress with red detailing and a diamond headpiece.

The King and his new Queen sat together at a long table meant for the royal family. Alicent watched the guests dance and make merry while faking smiles when her new husband would say something to her.To the outsider, Queen Alicent looked like the happiest lady in the realm, but Feyre knew her friend.

In the days leading up to the wedding, Feyre had been bounced back and forth between calming Rhaenyra's anger and holding Alicent while she cried. It was quite exhausting, and she hadn't had a good nights sleep in so long.

"You look like you're having fun."

The voice made Feyre jump. She turned to see Silas Tyrell holding a cup of wine out to her, "I thought you could use this."

Feyre smiled and took the cup, "You read my mind, Ser. How have you been?"

"Oh, just swell," Silas leaned back against a wall, "My father had been pressuring me to marry and my mother is not helping at all."

"The tribulations of being born a man," Feyre said sarcastically as she took a sip of wine.

Silas looked at the girl with a certain intensity in his eyes, "And you, my lady?"

Feyre shrugged, "My dear friend is Queen; I am happy for her."

"Really," Silas raised his eyebrows, "Because it seems to me that Queen Alicent isn't so happy."

They looked at Alicent, who was looking down at her hands. Alicent felt eyes on her and she looked up to see Feyre and Silas staring at her.

Feyre smiled at her friend and Alicent did her best to return it. Alicent turned to the King and whispered something in his ear before standing from her chair.

Feyre and Silas bowed, making Alicent scrunch her face, "Please, you don't have to do that."

"Congratulations, Your Grace," Silas smiled, "Marriage agrees with you."

Alicent gave him a small smile of her own, "Thank you, Ser Silas. If you do not mind, the King wishes to speak with Lady Feyre."

The mentioned lady nodded and turned to Silas, "Thank you for keeping me company, and for the wine."

"Anything to spend more time in your presence, Lady Feyre," Silas grabbed her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, "I hope we shall meet again."

Feyre's cheeks flushed and she linked her arm with Alicent's. Silas watched the ladies leave with a smile on his face. He took a large sip of his wine and looked around the party. His eyes met the glaring gaze of Princess Rhaenyra, who seemed to appear next to him out of nowhere.

"What are you planning?"

Silas feigned surprise at the Princess's words, "I do not know what you are referring to, Princess."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, "Feyre."

"Oh, Lady Feyre," He mocked her, "Well, my father has been pushing me to marry for some time now. Who other than the Realm's Mage?"

"She would never settle for a second son," The Princess really wanted to feed him to Syrax, "You cannot have her."

"We shall to see for ourselves then, won't we?" Silas walked away from the Princess with a smug smirk on his pompous face.

Rhaenyra stood still, rage and confusion stirring in her belly. She looked over to where Feyre was happily chatting with Viserys. Rhaenyra would not let Silas win, for Feyre was not a prize to be won by some spoiled, arrogant Tyrell. She would not lose her Feyre.