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

Part 48

Chapter 48

AENYS TARGARYEN

The whole castle of the Eyrie was buzzing with activity as the servants rushed through the Halls, whispering, shouting, and working with each other as the castle prepared itself for the upcoming marriage between Lady Rhea and Ser Joffrey Arryn.

A small feast had been arranged for them on their arrival, and despite the rumors of tensions between the two Houses, they had been well received, or at least he thought so. Rhaenyra was related to Lady Arryn by blood, being a cousin to her, and with Aemma being an Arryn by blood, there were many lords and ladies who had flocked to her side, trying to curry favor with her.

Not that he had been besotted by various lords, with many of them toasting to his defeat of Daemon in the tourney some weeks back, while others had been looking at him with a complicated gaze, especially when he had found himself talking and dancing with the Lady of the Vale herself.

Lady Jeyne Arryn herself had been the perfect host, behaving in a manner fitting of her station as the Lady of the Eyrie, yet even he could tell that a certain faction of the lords was not happy with the Lady of the Vale, and some of these scheming and disgruntled lords had subtly approached him trying to sow seeds of strife between the Crown and the Lady of the Vale.

Though the night was now long over, and much of the castle was yet to wake up after a night of feasting and drinking, he found himself waking you at his usual time, not being one to drink mindlessly.

He now strode through the infamous High Hall of the castle, made of blue-veined white marble; this was Eyrie's throne room, with thin pillars and marble pillars holding up the elaborate ceiling. The ground was covered with a rich blue carpet. Two thrones, one larger and the other a bit smaller, were carved out of wierwood and were meant for the lord and his consort.

Though, his eyes were focused on the moon doors, a simple wierwood door, in the middle of the Hall, and below it was a six hundred foot drop.

"I wouldn't stand so close to those doors," another voice cut in through the quiet Hall, and he looked up and found the lady of the Eyrie standing near the massive wierwood gates. She was dressed in the blue of her house, her brown hair tied down in a simple braid as she gave him a smile.

"My lady," he greeted her as she strode into the Hall with slow, and purposeful steps, her rather scandalous companion, Lady Jessamyn Redfort right behind her, as she returned his greeting.

"My Prince, you have woken up earlier than I had expected," she questioned as she came and stood by his side.

"I wouldn't say that it's just that others are rather late with their mornings, though given how the wine and ale were flowing last night I can quite understand why," he replied as the lady of the Vale nodded with a smile.

"Indeed, though it appears as though the feast was not to your liking, for you did not drink much of either," she questioned in a pointed tone, and he shook his head.

"No, not all. The feast was lovely, but I would rather keep my bearings about me. I am not rather fond of getting drunk," he replied, and she nodded.

"A rarity among the lords," she replied as she turned to look at him.

"Have you broken your fast? If you haven't, I would hope that you could join me and Lady Redfort," and he shook his head. Breaking a fast before the lord or lady of a castle while being a guest would have been improper.

"Then please, join us," she offered and led him away from the High Hall towards another part of the castle, where a table had been set for them and the rest of the guests as all three of us sat down and told the servants what we wanted for servants.