My Tears Ricochet // Alicent Hightower

99. How Would You Like To Die?

"Davina-" Criston questioned. 

"'Criston. I can handle him. Even if he isnt the man I think he is.'' Davina assured.

''Davina.'' Criston said in a pathetic voice. Alicent looked between them. 

''I was a force long before I ever got the capital, hell before you were born." She remarked and Criston chuckled. "Honey, I'm still ruthless.'' Davina winked back at Alicent before she headed down. 

"Seamus?" Davina questioned peering into the cell.

''Davina my dear... how would you like to die?''

''Seamus fucking seaworth.'' Davina declared. 

"What a rude greeting for your husband." Seamus declared.

"Well how would you like to die after our day would come off as a threat." Davina reminded him.

"I heard a rumor you were to be queen, yeah, bad timing." Seamus agreed. "Should I bow? Does one bow to the almost queen?" Seamus questioned. "I have been gone for so long I forget westeros queer customs." Davina pulled open the cell. 

"What are you doing here?" Davina countered hugging him.

"I met a man and we were talking and then well... crazy thing we fell in love got drunk and found out both of our wives pretended to kill us." Seamus declared.

"What?" Davina countered confused.

"Yeah a..." Seamus looked to Criston.

"Go away Criston. Seamus couldnt kill me even if he wanted to." Davina assured.

"Davina-" Criston countered. 

"Alicent! Come, meet my husband." Davina declared and Alicent blinked back at them thoroughly confused. "He is even more gorgeous and perfect and this is really the distraction I needed from my racing mind." Davina declared hooking her arm with Seamus.

"Hi, unburnt hubby" Seamus introduced holding a hand out to Alicent.

"Hello." Alicent offered awkwardly. 

"Stephen- nope. Seamus." Seamus corrected. 

"Alias, nice." Davina agreed. "Tell me who this mystery man of yours is!" Davina demanded.

"Oh, right silly me." Seamus remarked as Davina closed the door.

"Well?"

"Laenor Velaryon."

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"Out of my way!" Erryk demanded. ''With me, Princess. I cannot let this treachery stand.'' He informed Rhaenys as he stole her away hiding her hair as they moved in the night. Rhaenyra was the heir. He swore loyalty to Rhaenyra. Viserys deemed it himself but that was but a moment before he died... could that word be trusted? Erryk liked Davina, he did. But he knew that Davina was more like Daemon at times and didnt want the world to burn. She was princess, would be queen, she held the power.

''Where are we?' Rhaenys questioned looking around.

''Just south of King's Way. The Blackwater's this way.'' Erryk remarked.

'I won't leave Meleys." Rhaenys said confidently. "If I could get to the Dragonpit, then..."

"No. They'll expect you there, Princess. You won't get past the gates. Now come. You must make for the riverfront and find a ship. Before they know you've gone." Erryk begged. "This way." Erryk begged veering course.

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''Should I be calling you your grace?'' Seamus asked with a smirk.

''You are technically dead you shouldnt have anything to say.'' Davina countered smugly as she poured him a drinnk. "So let me get this straight, Rhaenyra faked Laenors death?"