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

Part 44

Chapter 44

RHAENYS TARGARYEN

Rhaenys watched her husband rage as he paced through on the balcony. A frown marred his face.

"This is preposterous! Preposterous! How dare he deny us the match!" he said through gritted teeth, and she had been surprised by Viserys's decision as well. He had seemed receptive to the match when they had first discussed it, so the refusal had come as a surprise.

A part of her was elated though, she was never truly easy marrying off her daughter to Viserys, knowing that doing so would thrust her into the middle of the impending conflict. A conflict that could have drawn its first blood yesterday in that tourney.

"He shames us! Shame my House! I will not stand for this," said Corlys as he entered the chamber once again, and she frowned at his words.

"You exaggerate. Viserys has refused to take a wife at all, he hasn't just denied a match with Laena," she cut in, and saw Corlys look at her with a frown.

"How could you say that? Do you have no care for our legacy? For the legacy of our House!" he shouted at her, and she was taken aback by his tone. Her eyes narrowed as she cut in a cold tone.

"You mean your legacy! For neither House Velaryon's nor House Targaryen's legacy is in jeopardy," she cut in and saw him grind his teeth.

"Whatever I do, I do so for this family! I do to right the wrong done to you...!" but Rhaenys had had enough and cut in.

"ENOUGH!" she said, raising her voice and saw that it had taken Corlys by surprise.

"I have had enough of you, painting your own ambition with my blood. I have long come to terms with the decision of that Council," she said in an icy tone.

"Though it appears as if you haven't. You still hunger after the Crown, wish to see your own blood on that throne. So be honest, do not cloud your true intentions, with this false veneer," she spoke with an icy tone and saw him rage.

"Our blood was supposed to sit on that throne. Our BLOOD! It was our right!" he shouted, and she shook her head.

The decision of the Grand Council had been painful. It had hurt her greatly. Yet sometimes, as she saw Laenor laughing carelessly with Laena or with his lover, despite her anger she felt grateful for that ruling of the Grand Council, especially as she had seen Rhaenyra scream as Daemon had swung that blade at Gwayne.

She was thankful that she had chosen the Hightower boy, for she didn't have the heart to see her own son on the other side of that blade.

Her children were her greatest treasure, and she cared much more for their lives than that ugly seat.

"You may have given up on it. But I have not!" Corlys said, and his head snapped towards him, as she felt her heart race up.

"What do you mean?" she questioned as she saw his eyes glint ominously.

"Viserys has denied us our right! This leaves me no other choice. We must ally ourselves with Daemon," he uttered, and she could not believe her ears for a second. Yet as she realized that he meant what he had said, she was appalled and asked incredulously.

"Have you lost your mind? DAEMON! Daemon that nearly killed a lord infront of everyone yesterday!" she questioned his sanity for even bringing up the match, and yet, as she watched him look into his eyes, she saw that he was actually serious about this.

"Daemon Is wild indeed! Yet we need him for his blood just like he needs us for ours. As for his behavior, he is a beast, yet he could be brought under control."