Dance of The Dragonwolf

Lady Hightower

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Alicent

' "I am not a singer," Viserys tells her, already two steps ahead of her with his hand in his daughter's small grip. He's mid-conversation with his daughter, something about minstrels, mummers, and singing too.

Princess Rhaenyra scoffed, "Of course not, Papa! Everyone knows that, we've heard you try. Mama sings well enough for both of you." She gives Alicent an exasperated stare, throwing her hands up. "Lady Alicent, can you sing well?"

She thinks on it momentarily, "No, I suppose not, Your Highness." Alicent knew not if she could, for her talents were mostly in sewing, dancing, and now washing. Had she ever had lessons in singing? She faintly remembers singing about a bear as a little girl with her own mother, but that seemed so long ago.

"My mother can sing beautifully." The Realm's Delight beamed, full of such fire and excitement that it felt contagious. Alicent smiles back at her, hurrying in her step to keep up with the child.

Viserys let go of her hand and huffed to breathe. "You're much too fast, Little Rhae!"

She laughs joyfully, "For I am a dragon and dragons are fast!"

Alicent has never seen a dragon. She's read stories of them to Jaehaerys, who himself was once a dragon rider, and she was particularly amazed by Balerion the Dread. It amazed her to think that Viserys once bonded with such an ancient thing. How extraordinary! She mourned for it momentarily. Balerion had died years before she had the chance to see it.

"How old are you, Lady Alicent?"

"One and ten, Princess Rhaenyra."

The girl's eyes shone with delight. "Truly? I'm six. How much apart are we in age?"

"Only five years, Your Highness."

"Only five years." She repeated. "You are from House Hightower?"

"Yes, your grace." Alicent answered with pride in her voice.

"I read the Tower is 250 meters tall; what is it like to climb on top." the Princess asked innocently. Alicent giggled; climbing on top of the tower was forbidden, but she decided to humor the Princess.

"Yes, your grace, reaches higher than the wall. I have been on top once with my father, no one can reach as high as the Hightower." Alicent said almost smugly, feeling proud of her name.

"Dragons can fly higher." Alicent blinked before looking right at the Princess. "What?"

"Dragons will always reach higher; everyone knows that if you can't ride a dragon, you can never reach as high as we do." Alicent's smile faltered; she wanted to say that the Princess was wrong, but was she? She had no Dragon, so she could never reach as high, yet the Princess was born into a better family and could already reach higher than her father because of her dragon.