"The Hand, Princess."
Alicent turned to see her father entering the room. Daemon had gone to wake their children for a family breakfast, just the eight of them, and to probably hear of Aemond's first flight on Vhagar. The Princess Consort had been worried about her father's reaction to her outburst.
She spoke as her servants left her chambers and the doors closed behind them. "Say your piece."
"Now, what piece is that?" Otto asked.
"I've conducted myself in a manner unbefitting of my station. Or any other. I lost composure, assaulted the Princess. Already the word is spreading, the gossip speculating that I've gone mad." Alicent said, assuming her father wished to discuss that with her.
"All true." Otto began.
Alicent continued. "I've disgraced myself and ensured the King's favour will forever rest on her."
As she fiddled with her ring, Otto spoke. "And yet. I've never seen that side of you, my daughter."
Alicent looked up. Her dragoness side? Her dragon that only breathed green flames? That side of her?
"I even doubted its existence," Otto added.
Alicent hurriedly excused herself. "It was an ugly thing. I regret it."
"We play an ugly game. And now, for the first time, I see that you have the determination to win it."
Alicent nodded confusingly. "Rhaenyra--"
"You see her for what she is. What the King's stubbornness has wrought." Otto stopped his daughter's sentence.
"What will he say to me? I've put my husband's position in danger."
"If it hadn't been you, it would have been Daemon who reacted with the blade. However, that side of you has come out after your marriage to him, and he will have my thanks. Daemon and I have agreed to put aside our differences for you and the children's sake. Now, go to the King, be penitent, plead the injury to your son. Keep a grip on your passions, and I promise you, in time, you and I, together, will prevail. What that rogue, Aemond, has done in winning Vhagar to our side. The boy was right. It's worth a thousand times the price he paid."
Alicent stared at her father. Daemon and Otto had agreed to cease bickering for her and the children's sake.
When Daemon returned with their five children, the maester said that Aemond needed to rest so his wound could heal.
"Ah, Otto, I see you're seeing to my wife. Are you impressed with her dragon? It breathes green flames, you know.' Daemon teased as he sat on one of the chairs beside Alyssa and Helaena while Aegon, Aelinor and little Daeron, who had woken up this morning, sat on the other side of him, their heads turning to face their mother and grandsire.
Otto nodded as he approached his grandchildren and sat beside Daeron, who smiled when his grandfather rubbed his silver head. Alicent made her way to sit across from her father. "I did not know this dragon breathed green fire. Alicent, why didn't you tell me you had a dragon of your own?"
"He refers to that side of me, Father. From our discussion? Daemon calls me his dragoness," Alicent clarified.
"Ah, yes. That sounds like an appropriate name for her." The Lord Hand nodded, choosing not to ask about the green fire part as he knew what that meant.
Alicent's dragoness endlessly calls for war on everyone who isn't her father, husband or children.
"I would like to make an announcement," Daemon asked as the eight people looked at the Targaryen Prince.
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The Green Flame
FanfictionViserys Targaryen has a dilemma. He must take a second wife to have sons. And his brother refuses to bed his wife. When Otto Hightower and Corlys Velaryon set their daughters to be the new Queen, Viserys sees the solution to his problems. But hi...
