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

Part 56

Chapter 56

AENYS TARGARYEN

Aenys Targaryen sat in his solar, waiting for the upcoming meeting as he played around with a letter opener, as the castle entered the final phase of preparations for the upcoming nuptials of its heir and Princess.

The wedding had been pushed forward by two weeks to accommodate the lords, who were reaching the capital from all corners of the continent and hence had been brought to quite near the date of Daemon's prospective marriage.

And this was all by design, his design, to be more precise. He had now forced the lords to make their choice, for all those who would attend both of the marriages would simply be classified as enemies, and he would begin dealing with them as soon as possible.

But before bringing down the hammer, he wished to give them a warning, and the issue was that while Aenys wielded substantial power both inside and outside the court at the moment, he lacked the time and patience for it. He had little patience to shake hands, smile, and whisper in the ears of the lords, for they didn't deserve it.

And so he was set to meet a man quite well versed in this specific art.

And so when there was a small knock on the door of his solar, he stopped playing with the letter opener as he spoke up.

"Come in," and the door opened to reveal the form of the recently let go Hand of the King, Ser Otto Hightower.

Aenys had little desire to meet with the man he detested, yet even he wouldn't deny the usefulness of the man and hence had decided that it was time for him to convey a message.

"Come sit down," he said as he welcomed the older man and motioned for him to take the seat. He could tell from the man's expression that he was surprised by this whole setup.

The man sat down, and both of them stared at each other, eyes boring into each other until it was he who decided to break the silence.

"I believe you must be surprised by this rather sudden call," he began, and the man nodded.

"Indeed, I am," he replied with a frown, his lips thin as he continued.

"After all, both of us have rather long memories," he finished, and Aenys nodded. It was good enough that the man was a realist and held little hope of reconciliation between them.

"Good, then I will cut straight to the point so that we can end this rather quickly," he said, leaning forward. He looked the man in the eye.

"I know you were the one behind the support for me to take the throne instead of Rhaenyra," he cut straight to the point. Yet, to the man's credit, there was little shift in his countenance.

"There is no need to deny it," Aenys continued as the man didn't react at all.

"But I need you to stop that notion and nip that whole idea in the bud. I will not take the throne," he declared, and for the first time, the man's eyes shifted as his gaze narrowed.

"I was told rather recently that you had agreed to take the throne. What brings this change?" the man asked, not denying the earlier allegations, but what was there to deny he had done little but encourage the loose mouths of some nobles, which was hardly a crime, for he had only amplified the quiet voices slithering in court.

"I believe you have heard wrong then, and I can assure you I won't be happy if such notions aren't restrained; with the recent gatherings of the lord, they could get out of hand. So, put an end to them. Period!" Aenys ordered, and the man nodded, his eyes narrowed.