''Has anybody ever told you you're nearly as pretty as your brother?'' Daemon said as he danced around Laena.
''Well, you flatter me, my Prince.'' LAena told him ''I was sorry to hear about your lady wife.''
''Don't be, I wasn't. My lady was never very kind to me.'' Daemon remarked locking eyes with Taelon across the way.
''I know who it is.'' Joffrey mused to Laenor
''Hm? The handsome paramour. Who?''
''Ser Criston Cole.'' Joffrey remarked
''Her sworn protector?'' Laenor countered looking across the dance floor to him. Joffrey shrugged.
"If the shoe fits." Joffrey remarked.
"Dance with me." Taelon remarked grabbing ALicent's hand.
"With pleasure." Alicent agreed spinning into him. Alicent laughed out as she saw Thorin, Maekar and Aegon dancing. "What are they doing?"
"It's a new style, very hip.' Taelon remarked. "No pattern just... it looks like Maekar is trying to jab his elbow back into Harwin." The boys moved wildly as they danced around.
"Did you give them ale?" Alicent whispered.
"Nonsense... wine." Taelon teased.
"Taelon!"
"They are sober. Unless TOmmen gave them something." Taelon corrected.
"Stop staring at Taelon." Tommen begged. "Nyra, find a dance partner, yeah?" Tommen remarked moving through the crowd.
"I wasnt staring." Nyra hissed back at him.
"Yeah tell that to your pretty face." Tommen countered.
'A Targaryen prince, a dashing knight, and a dragon rider. You appear to be every young maiden's dream.'' Laena remarked to daemon
''That's only because you don't know me yet.'' Daemon countered
''I believe Ser Criston has bloodied that white cloak of his with your bride's maidenhead.'' Joffrey sniggered
''Oh, keep your voice down.'' Laenor hissed
''Perhaps that is something we might remedy, my Prince.'' Laena offered moving around him her hand trailing down his chest.
''Perhaps it is.'' Daemon agreed walking off.
"You are so beautiful." Taelon whispered holding ALicent closer.
"I love you." Alicent whispered kissing him. She never felt so happy. She knew that Taelon was hers. She knew he was a good father, a good man, a great husband. Nyra looked miserable though pining after Taelon still.
''This is a good thing. She knows your secret... and now you know hers.'' Joffrey offered
''They make a handsome match, don't they?''
''What?'' Criston questioned turning to Joffrey.
''Well, the Princess and Ser Laenor.'' Joffrey told him smugly. ''Ser Joffrey Lonmouth, or the Knight of Kisses, they call me, though I don't know why.'' He introduced.
'' I'm on watch. What's your business?''
''You don't know me, Ser Criston. But we are both deeply invested in this union.''
''If you have something to say, Ser Joffrey, speak it.'' Criston hissed.
''Ser Laenor is quite dear to me. As I know... the Princess is to you. We should swear to each other to guard them, and their secrets, because if those are kept safe... then so are we all'' Joffrey told him.
''May I, Ser Harwin?'' Daemon said stepping into his place on the dance floor.
''Of course, my Prince.'' Harwin remarked stepping away immediately. Nyra looked into Daemon''s eyes as he grabbed her hand. He pulled her closer and she was hypnotized by him.
''Is this what you want?'' Daemon asked softly as he got closer.
''I was not aware that what I wanted matter to you.' Rhaenyra countered
'This is not for you.'' he told her ''he is a good man in a fine night he will bore you senseless.''
''Marriage is only a political arrangement I hear.'' Rhaenyra reminded him.
''Mine was recently dissolved.'' Daemon reminded her.
"Taelon, code red." Tommen remarked.
"You keep saying that." Taelon remarked. "But what does it mean?"
"Daemon and Nyra." Tommen answered and Taelon's gaze shifted to them.
''so take me and then has this not been your purpose?'' Rhaenyra countered ''I am not yet married but the hours past swiftly you are surely unarmed cut through my fathers kings guard take me to Dragon stone and make me your wife.'' Daemon smirked down at her grabbing her face in his hands.
"It's not my concern..." Taelon offered through gritted teeth.
"Is it not?" Tommen countered.
"She's a big girl now. She can handle..." Taelon grumbled seeing Daemon close in on Rhaenyra. "Fuck it." he countered moving through the crowd but a scream echoed and it stopped him.
"Tommen!" Taelon demanded.
"Got the littles." Tommen agreed as Taelon turned back around.
"Harwin-'
"Yep." Harwin agreed moving to Nyra.
"You alright?" Taelon questioned plopping ALicent up on the stage, Avalon and Emma babbling with her as Tommen got the boys safe. Thorin looked to Taelon.
"I told you I needed a sword." Thorin remarked seriously.
"I know. I'm sorry, my fault." Taelon agreed turning around.
Suddenly Criston and Joffrey were fighting, everyone else was scrambling to get away. Ser Joffrey felt lightheaded blood trickled from his nose as Criston beat Joffrey to a pulp.
Laenor looked at his lover dead on the floor he crawled over to him his head bashed in blood seeping around him he cried out.
"What in the Seven Hells is going on?"
"Stop this!" Corlys demanded
''Where's Rhaenyra?'' Viserys shouted.
"Nyra?"
''Princess.'' Harwin shouted.
''Put me down!'' Rhaenyra declared as Harwin carried her over his shoulder leading her away. Taelon saw her safe and he let out a breath of relief.
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Epiphany // Alicent Hightower
Fanfiction"Oh, stunning." 🐉 Taelon Targaryen was the first son, the heir of Viserys Targaryen but he was chaos, raging thunder in the capitals smooth waters. Otto enlists Alicent to seduce the king but Alicent has her sights set on Prince Taelon. 🗼 "Just...
