The Queen is dead and her best friend is angry.
Elowen Redfort, Queen Aemma's Lady-in-waiting and closest confidant is in the room when the queen is murdered. Driven by her grief Elowen finds herself in the King's chambers intending to confron...
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Sun light filled the chambers, painting everything in a soft golden light. Two figures laid intertwined on the bed, covered only by the sheets. Hazel eyes fluttered open as Elowen stretched out searching for her husband's form. Heat radiated off of Viserys, a byproduct of the blood of Old Valyria coursing through his veins. The brunette rolled over, quietly grunting from the effort it took. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet and not wake the sleeping man beside her.
Viserys's white hair was blinding in the morning sun. Long lashes dusted his cheeks and the ever present furrow between his brows was nowhere to be found this morning, making the King look years younger. Elowen thanked the Seven everyday that she had found happiness in such comforting arms.
"I can feel your eyes on me." Viserys rumbled, opening one lavender eye to squint at his wife.
"I cannot help it, my love." Elowen scooted as close as possible, resting her head on his bare chest as the King wrapped a large arm around her. "It feels as if I am still dreaming."
"I feel the same," Viserys whispered, pressing a kiss to the head of brunette locks resting on his chest. "I have not been this happy in some time. And it is all thanks to you and our family." Viserys' hand trailed from his chest to his wife's swollen belly.
Elowen's hand rested over his, moving his hand lower to press against a different section. A strong push was felt, causing Viserys to chuckle. He lifted his hand from her belly up to her chin, tilting her head back so he could look into the hazel eyes he absolutely adored.
"I love you," the King whispered, pressing his lips to his wife's.
Elowen melted into Viserys's touch, how she adored waking in his arms while their family and love grew. She wished for nothing more than to stay in bed together all day. Breaking the kiss, the Queen looked to the window, seeing the sun rising further in the sky. It was a surprise no servants had called upon the couple yet.
Her thumb stroked across his chin, brushing against his lower lip. "As much as I would love to stay in bed forever with you, we must get ready for the day.Our guests will be arriving soon."
The King groaned at his wife's words, burying his face in Elowen's chest. "Must we?" The king's voice was muffled from his place between his wife's breasts.
"Yes," Elowen giggled, running her fingers through her husband's long locks. His hair had begun to thin more over the past year, Elowen did not know if it was from the stress of being a father and ruling over a kingdom or if it was the mysterious illness that the maesters tried to treat. She worried for her love's health more than anything. She feared for her children, would they know their father? The Queen worried for Rhaenyra, the Princess was still so young and heartbroken over her mother's death.
Thinking of her stepdaughter, Elowen wondered if Rhaenyra would be joining them for the celebration. The Princess had distanced herself after Elowen had fallen pregnant soon after her wedding night. She tried to soothe whatever doubts plagued the Princess, but no matter how hard she tried Rhaenyra met her attempts with anger. No amount of words seemed to be enough to bridge the distance between the two.
