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

Part 42

Chapter 42

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

Night had fallen, and by now, half the castle slept. The other half, on the other hand was busy in their preparations for sleep. Sleep had eluded her as she found her mind wandering to the scenes from earlier in the day.

The scenes from the tourney haunted her, watching Daemon whack away his sword at Gwayne mercilessly with a smile on his face. Had it not been for Aenys, the mood in the castle would have been even somber, as she had seen it in his eyes. Daemon had meant to kill him.

Why? She found herself questioning. There was a time when Rhaenyra had been fond of Daemon, had enjoyed his company and his boisterous, nonchallant nature. Yet things had changed, and it had all begun with her father choosing as an heir over him. One Crown, a crown that he was not even meant to have.

Yet he wasn't the only one his father had removed from the line of succession. No there was another person who had been pushed farther down when she had been made the heir apparent to the throne.

She came to a halt outside the door of that person. Two guards stood outside Aenys's chamber. She had already confirmed that Alicent was in her own chambers with Aenar, and he was alone. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before slowly opening the door and entering his room.

The room was dark, a small candle illuminating the otherwise dark room, and her lips thinned. As she was about to walk out, she heard a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Who is there?" she heard Aenys call out, and she stilled as she replied in a small whisper.

"It's me, Rhaenyra," she answered and could hear the surprise in his tone as he answered.

"Rhaenyra," he said as the room lit up as he lit up the lamp by his side. The wounds from the morning were bandaged still, and she could tell from the puffiness and narrowing of his eyes that she had probably roused him from his sleep.

"If you are looking for Alicent, I believe she is with Aenar. He was having trouble sleeping," he told her, and she shook her head.

"No, the truth is that I came here to talk to you," she said and saw that he was surprised, though he still sat up slowly, minding his wounds as he gestured for her to take a seat.

"What brings you here at this hour," he questioned as she sat down, chewing her lip as she thought of appropriate words to mouth it out.

In the end, she decided to simply ask it as she looked up into his frowning eyes.

"Do you wish to be King as well?" she questioned and felt him still at her words before he sighed and leaned back before he questioned her.

"Is this about Daemon? About what happened in the tourney?" he questioned, and she nodded, not surprised that he was able to reason out the reason so quickly. After all, no one could question the mind of Aenys Targaryen.

"What do you think being a King or Queen represents?" he questioned, and she thought about it before she answered.

"Power, it represents absolute power," she answered, for that was essentially what the crown was. Aenys nodded at her words.

"Yes, indeed. And the love of power is an insatiable demon, one that resides in all humans. Daemon is no different than any other man in his desire for power. Yet what many fail to understand is that with power like the Crown comes equal responsibility, for you hold in your hands the fate of millions of people directly and even more indirectly," he answered as he looked towards her.