Alicent rushed into her chambers from the passageway and paced around the room.
The Prince that was Promised.
If that was about her and Daemon's son, why wouldn't her dream show her son as King? Why a Lannister king at war with the Starks? Why was a Targaryen woman in Essos commanding a sea of men in black uniforms and helmets with three dragons flying above her head?
"Alicent? Is that you, my darling?" Daemon mumbled, patting for his wife to wake up and see she wasn't in bed but standing up. She appeared shaken.
"Wife? Who died?" He jokingly asked.
Alicent's lips quivered as she ran and hugged Daemon. "Oh, my love, I am so sorry."
"Alicent, what are you- oh. No." Daemon stopped when he saw his wife was in tears.
"Before he died, Viserys told me about a Dream of a Prince that was Promised. I saw all this in a dream I had when I was pregnant with Helaena. A Targaryen woman will command a sea of men in black uniforms and helmets with Dothraki warlords and three dragons flying over her head. She called herself Daenerys Stormborn."
"Go on." Daemon nodded. Alicent told him everything- of the Lannisters wearing the crown and sitting on the Iron Throne, of King Joffrey turning purple at his wedding, the Starks at war with two Baratheons, a Greyjoy and the Lannisters, of the man named Ned, losing his head in front of two girls and the small folk at King Joffrey's command, of a dark-haired Targaryen currently serving in the Night's Watch of his volition, of the Lannister dwarf, and the boy whose saw everything whilst eyes turned white as he travelled through animals. Everything she could remember about her dream.
"He said the Dream was Aegon's, that the Prince That Was Promised is supposed to unite the realm against the cold and dark coming from the North. Viserys called it the Song of Ice and Fire."
Daemon sighed-the legendary tale of Aegon the Conqueror's Dream was no tale, it was real, and Viserys didn't bother to share this information while his brother was heir for eighteen years?!
"Of course, he didn't tell me. I was never his heir. I lost to Rhaenyra again!" Daemon snarled, throwing his cup of wine against the wall, making a clattering sound. A guard entered the room upon hearing the noise.
Alicent raised her hand. "'Twas only a bad dream, Ser. Go back to your post."
The knight bowed his head, muttering, "Princess," as he closed the chambers' door, leaving Daemon and Alicent to their devices.
"You are the closest male kin to Viserys. Vaemond Velaryon lost because the King favoured Rhaenyra. If we were to obtain the necessary items, we would coronate you as King, as is your right."
"The old cunt didn't name me." Daemon sighed, a wave of anguish washing over him.
Alicent grabbed her husband's face and pulled him to face her. "Then we will make it seem as if he did. I was the only one in that room. The guards did not see me, and we have an excellent and discreet ally in Larys Strong. All we have to do is falsify some papers as the final will of the King, date it before his delirium kicked in and out your name as heir over Rhaenyra."
Daemon smiled at his wife. "Gods, you have given me a manipulative woman. I loved her so well and will continue to love her."
Alicent hugged Daemon as she and Daemon got out of bed and began bringing their plan to life.
First, Alicent had to sneak back into Viserys' chambers and retrieve anything with his writing, as well as any information that she could use to ruin Rhaenyra's claim. She pulled composed poems dedicated to Queen Aemma and snuck them into a book of prayers dedicated to the Seven. As she was about to leave, she knocked over a stack of books on the dresser near the secret entrance.
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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...
