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

Part 23

Chapter 23

ALISSANO NEYSARIS

In the basement of one of the manses in Bravos, a man sat in a room, not alone, his eyes focused on the piece of parchment in his hand. The paper crumpled and crumpled as his eyes continued to skim over the written words.

"Those idiots!" he screamed as he threw away the paper, one of his hands going into his air as he thought of all he had just read. Alissano Neysaris was a black-haired man born to one of the oldest families in Bravos. They could track their lineage to be amongst the first of the settlers on the archipelago.

"Those idiots! Ignoring me like this after begging me for help!" he screamed angrily. His informants had informed him how they had seen a ship from the Triarchy at the docks. He had thought it would be the magisters again, coming to ask him for help. Yet he had been wrong! Oh, he had been so wrong.

"What has happened, Alissano?" came the sultry voice from the back, and there on the bed lay a silvery blonde woman, a bowl of grapes resting on her protruding belly. Alissano looked back at the pregnant woman lying on her bed.

"The Magisters from Lys and Myr were in the city, and my informants saw them entering the house of that wretched Prince along with a chained man. A man who never came out of the manse," he told her, and the woman's eyes widened as she put down the grape she was just about to put into her mouth.

"That could only mean one thing," she spoke, and of course, it meant only one thing.

"Yes, it does. It means that they have made a deal with that wretched dragon rider behind my back, and they may even have spoken about me," he said sarcastically as he stood up and began to pace.

"Did you mention your plan to them?" she asked as she leaned forward herself, and he shook her head.

"Of course not. I would never trust wretched slavers like that; they know nothing about my plans or anything of the sort. But they do know my name, and I can not put it past those bastards to use it to make a deal with that heathen!" he snapped angrily, cursing himself in his mind for even entertaining those bastards.

"So, what. All he has is a name. Even if that, what can he do with that," she said nonchalantly, and he shook his head as he came to a halt.

"Ohh, that is the whole problem. He has connections deep connections. He even has the ear of Alessandro. This makes everything, all my plans and everything more complicated," he explained. Finally deciding to sit on the bed, he wrang his head for new ideas.

The blonde became quiet at his implosion and, in the end, approached him slowly, her arms wrapping around him as he felt a soft pair of lips touch the side of his neck, slowly moving up.

"SO, what if he has the Sealord's ear? You forget that you are his childhood friend, a friend whom he values a lot. And if he only has a name, then he has nothing. He will have to wait to look into you, and by the time he gets to that, he will be taken care of," she assured him, her lips on his ear as her teeth nibbed her pinna. He felt the tension leaving him as he sighed.

"You are right, he has nothing, but I must be careful. I cannot afford to miss this chance, not after everything my ancestors have accomplished," he finished.

"Don't worry so much. The plans are already in place, we have to be patient, and then soon you shall have control over both Bravos and Westeros," she assured him, and the sheer thought of controlling these two kingdoms made his heart swell up.

"You are right," he said as he untangled her arms, stood up, and glanced at her as he spoke.

"You should rest. I need to check on something," and the pregnant blonde nodded and leaned back into the chair. He picked up the piece of parchment from the table and then left the room with deliberate strides. The servants bowed to him as he moved past them into his solar, more specifically, the solar of the head of the family.