After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines...
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Chapter Sixty-Five: The Secret Alliance
Vhaela Targaryen
The muscles in my back ache at the pristine posture I have been holding for gods know how long. I begin to softly sway back and forth on my feet as the sound of people speaking blurs my mind. A heavy exhale escapes me at the time we were wasting.
I know speaking with the commoners and local lords is important.
But we are in the middle of a war.
Surely there were other matters we needed to attend to.
My head darts around to the large sword-ridden throne behind me. Aemond sits there with his full attention to the person speaking. But from the firm weight of my gaze his eye snaps to mine. I merely blink at him which results in him standing.
The room immediately silences at his movement. A soft smile spreads across my lips at the sight of him and his freshly cut hair. On the top of his head, he wears the Conqueror's crown that just about fits him perfectly. As if he was made for it.
He slowly begins to saunter down the stairs and towards the crowd of people below. From the opposite side on the floor of the stairs, I find Alicent staring at Aemond along with Otto. I watch as Lord Otto leans down and whispers something into his daughter's ear before their gazes both move to find me.
I hold down my firm stare as the two look my way for some apparent reason. Neither of us refuses to back down until they are shielded by a person coming in between us. My eyes flicker upwards to find Aemond in front of me with his hand outstretched.
I silently stare up at him with his newly acquired short hair. The ends now are scattered at the level of his mouth. Only slightly longer than Aegon's. With a soft smile I graciously place my hand in his which allows him to turn back to face the crowd.
"I will send some of the city watch to patrol around your area." Aemond addresses the commoner before us.
The man nods eagerly before he bows and says, "Thank you, my prince."
I shift on my feet as the man turns his attention and bows his head while saying, "My lady."
A small smile appears on my lips, and I give him the tip of my head. The rest of the people around give a small bow as Aemond leads me away from the throne and towards the side of the room. Silently ending the discussion.
Soon I hear the sound of footsteps shuffling around moving toward the exit of the room. But I turn my attention to Aemond as he stares down at me with his signature smirk. The crown on his head tilts slightly causing a small laugh to escape from me.
My hands move upwards, and I gently adjust it back to its perfect state.
"I think this looks way better on you than it ever did Aegon," I tell him.
