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

Part 7

Chapter 7- Waking up!

ALICENT HIGHTOWER

"I don't think I am ready!" Alicent shook her head as Rhaenyra uttered those same words for the hundredth time. She sat in front of a clear Myrish mirror, dressed up in a full formal dress, wearing an ornate crown on top of her head. Rhaenyra turned to look at her as Alicent looked over the various jewelry pieces, thinking which would best compliment her dress.

"Alicent! I don't think I am ready! No Queen has ever ruled the Seven Kingdoms, and I do...."

"Then you shall be the first," Alicent cut her off, finally deciding on the rather smaller necklace with small reddish pearls, and picked it up and turned to face her pale-faced friend.

"You are not becoming the Queen just yet, Rhaenyra. You are to be named heir, not the Queen. Moreover, your father wouldn't have decided to do this on a whim. He has called all the lords of the realm. He must have chosen you because he believed that you could handle this burden," she said reassuringly. Though, it wasn't to say that she had not been shocked by the news as well.

Naming Rhaenyra as heir, bypassing both Prince Daemon and Aenys. The news had sent ripples across the realm. Rumors were that the King had even exiled Prince Daemon, who had been seen leaving the capital on Ceraxes with a small retinue, his destination still unknown.

"I know, but in naming me heir, he has superseded the claims of both Daemon and Aenys. Daemon has flown away, and nuncle Aenys has still not woken up. Gods! What if he feels slighted and refuses to kneel? This could ca...."

Alicent just held hugged her friend from behind, wrapping her arms around her as she placed her face on her shoulder.

"It will be fine. Don't doubt yourself, Rhaenyra. You will make a fine heir and an even finer ruler as Queen," and Rhaenyra just shook her head, a small smile appearing on those lips as she leaned onto her head.

"I had neither dreamt nor wished any of this. All I ever wanted was to fly with you on Syrax and always eat cake," Alicent slapped her friend's head lightly at the jape.

"Well, I don't know about the flying part, but when you become Queen, I am pretty sure you can order the servants always to serve cake," and Rhaenyra's eyes gained a certain glint as she suddenly looked at her.

"Ohh! Then I can also order you to ride with me on Syrax, and you wouldn't be able to deny me," Alicent's face paled as she imagined Syrax and the prospect of riding and taking to the skies on the golden dragon. She was rescued from those dangerous scenarios by a sudden knock on the door.

A servant entered the room, dressed up in full white armor.

"Princess, the herald is ready, and the lords have assembled. It is time," said Ser Harrold Westerling, and Alicent nodded at the aged man.

"She will be there in a couple of minutes, Ser Harrold," and the man nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Alicent picked up the necklace and hooked it around her neck.

She looked up into the mirror and felt a unique sense of joy at seeing her look so breathtaking. All the Targaryens were said to possess godly beauty with their silvery blonde hairs and amethyst eyes, yet at this moment, she was sure that there was no one more beautiful than her on the whole continent.

"Alicent! Alicent!" and she was shaken out of her trance as Rhaenyra gripped her hand, "Is it all done, Alicent?"

And Alicent nodded, giving her a final look over as she stood up.

"Yeah, it's all done. And I can assure you that once you step into the throne room, they will not be able to take their eyes off of you for a second!" Alicent assured her friend, who just smiled.