THE HEALER PRINCE ( House of dragon reincarnation)(OC x Alicent)

Part 3

Chapter 3

ALICENT HIGHTOWER

Life was mysterious in various ways. Sometimes life would incidentally reveal to you secrets that many yearned to know. Alicent had been fortunate like that. Once, several years ago. She often thought about that day, more so when she sat with her friend underneath the blood-red leaves of the Heart tree in the Godswood. She stared at the open book lying on the side and frowned as she spoke to the princess.

"What are you reading, Rhaeneyra? The book given by Septa Marlow is right here?" she asked as she picked up the significantly heavy copy of Journies of Nymeria and History of Dorne. Rhaeneyra was still busy reading something else. Alicent frowned as she moved her head to get a glimpse. Recognizing the book as the gift Rhaeneyra had received from her exiled Uncle.

"You do know that Septa Marlow will not like the excuse that you were busy reading something else?" and Rhaeneyra finally looked at her, her eyes had the distinct Targaryen purple, met her own, and Alicent was reminded of similar eyes.

Purple and burning. She also remembered the aftermath. The shouting. The anger. And most of all the promise. The promise to an old dying man.

"The septa can rot in the seven hells," and it was not the first time Alicent had seen this side of the young princess. They had known each other long enough for her to know that Rhaeneyra was nervous about something.

So Alicent placed the book down and her hand brushed over Rhaeneyra's head lying on her lap.

"All right, tell me what is bothering you and we can discuss it. Because you are only ever this grumpy when you are worrying over something."

And Alicent was spot on, as the girl in her lap closed the book and placed it by her side. And after a second or so spoke up.

"I am worried about mother. She has not been feeling well and everyone around her is worried about the babe while no one is paying any attention to her. They are all like, 'this is not good for the child, this is bad for the bae, you can do that, stop that.' No one is paying attention to what she wants."

And Alicent felt a pang of sadness as she remembered her own mother. And she could feel the helplessness from her words. It was not like any of them were going to listen to a child.

Even if they were right.

"You should trust the Maesters, they probably know what they are doing?" Alicent tried to assure her friend. But her friend just huffed as she got up, looking up at the book by her side once more.

"If they were so knowledgeable, my father would not have called for Uncle Aenys."

And hadn't that been a story for Alicent? The news had been the cause of much discussion in the court. The letter had been delivered quite some time ago. Yet no reply had been received. And many thought that the exiled Prince had refused the call.

"They call him The Healer for his skills. Father called him back specifically for her but I don't think he will be arriving at this rate." The princess spoke, giving the book a complicated look.

"You know I don't even remember much of him, the best I know him is through these books he sends me as gifts on my birthdays," and Alicent found herself replying.

"Well, he was shorter than Prince Daemon."—and Rhaeneyra was looking at her, perhaps finally remembering that Alicent was old enough to have seen the mystery prince and remember him—"his hair a bit curlier, but his physique quite lean. That is from what I remember of him."

Alicent clarified. And now Rhaeneyra was giving her a conspirational look with quite a sinister smile.

"WHAT!" she asked, making Rhaeneyra's smile wider. She just shook her head and tried to get up from the ground but was stopped by Rhaeneyra, who held her hand.