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Chapter ten 𓃦 Cruel faith
Rhaenyra and Daemon were aware of it - Aegon would never be an issue in the sake of inheritance. Her younger drunken fool of a brother never wanted the Throne, he seemed to do anything to distance himself from it. His twin, on the other hand, was his opposite.
So, to find Baelor sat atop the Iron Throne in the warm spring mor was not a different or an unusual thing. His fingers twisted the golden ring - a dragon and a lion - seemingly deep in thought. His boot clicked against the floor whenever his foot bounced, the curls of the Hightower hair falling on his forehead, tickling the skin. Genna, however, was not aware of his tactics. She stopped in the doorway of the Iron Throne room, her fingers grazing the yellow dress that covered her belly and with an uncertain voice, she called out, "Baelor?"
"It is a sick thing, is it not?" her husband replied, finally looking from the floor, "to have her parade around the Keep with those . . . plain sons of hers. Expecting us to bow our heads to her because she is father's daughter."
"I do not think it is right for you to be up there," Genna almost whispered, afraid anyone would see him at the high seat of thousands of swords, taking the few steps from the doorway, closing the doors behind her.
The sleeve of the dark green doublet was cut by one of the swords long times ago; he wasn't aware at what time he came here or how long he stayed there, "in truth, Genna."
She stopped at the first step that led up the chair, "I do not know what you expect me to say."
"The truth, Genna," he replied, two fingers wrapping around a sword's edge that tipped out of the side of the throne, "for once in your life speak the truth to me."
Her tongue poked the side of her cheek, a moment of silence washing over them, "the truth about what? You or princess Rhaenyra's children?"
He pressed the tip of his boot back on the floor, looking down at her, "about everything. I never once heard your opinion on matters."
Before she could reply, Baelor extended his arm, wiggling his fingers towards him, "come here, please."
Genna shook her head, "I do not think it would be wise, Baelor."
Baelor sighed, removing his hand from in front of him, "then what do you think it would be wise?"
