𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓
❛ she wanted nothing
more than the strange
silver-haired queen ❜
━━ IN WHICH a foreign princess arrives at king's landing with a plot but finds herself side-tracked by the queen whose dream...
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ALIANDRA WANTED nothing more than to stand up, walk to the balcony, and hurl herself over the edge. Death would be such a sweet relief from the situation she found herself in that morning. Attending her first meal of the day with the Dowager Queen, the King, the Queen, and a group of young ladies that were all vying for the hand of that one-eyed twat was not exactly what Aliandra wished to do upon waking up. And, of course, the twat himself was there as well, sitting next to Aliandra with his steely glare focused on his brother.
She had originally wanted to explore the castle and get used to its winding passageways and strange layout. She was in unfamiliar, dangerous territory and she needed to learn her surroundings as quickly as possible, but it seemed the Dowager Queen had other ideas.
Aegon was restraining an amused smile as Cassandra Baratheon, a plain girl with a razor-sharp tongue, attempted to converse with Aemond, who remained silent. Alicent watched her son with a careful gaze, just as Aliandra did. Her expression was perfectly smooth as she watched the stoic prince, her breakfast disappearing slowly.
It had been two days since Aliandra's arrival at King's Landing, and other than the formal greeting she received from the royal family, this was the first time Aliandra had interacted with her would-be betrothed. It was a shame this meal involved the other ladies, who yammered incessantly at the other end of the small, intimate table.
In the past two weeks alone, a total of five young women had been sent to King's Landing by their fathers, all with the intention of wooing one of the princes and becoming a princess herself. The honor and prestige that marrying one of the Targaryen princes would bring to these ladies were unrivaled and with the disappearance of Alysanne Lannister and the subsequent rebellion of House Lannister and the Westerlands, there was no better time than now to act.
Aliandra's eyes shifted to the three young women that sat on the other side of the table. She could not help but think, as she watched the young women dote on Aemond as if he were a prized trophy, that they were vultures circling carrion, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and claim their bounty.
Though, of course, she was no better than these women, except she did not truly wish to marry Aemond. As she bit off a piece of roasted sausage, her eyes shifted back to Aemond. She pitied the prince, knowing that the dark look in his eyes and the way his hands fisted around his silverware were reflections of his inner turmoil.
He loved Alysanne Lannister. She could see that very clearly.
"Princess Aliandra," a soft voice called out, drawing her attention from the melancholic prince. Her gaze darted across the table only to find Cassandra Baratheon gazing at her with the type of critical gaze only a woman was capable of manifesting. Her pink lips were pulled in a ghost of a smirk, her striking blue eyes glimmering with cruel amusement as she examined her opponent. "How was your journey from Dorne?"
