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

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Chapter 61

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

Weeks had passed since the news of Prince Daemon's demise had rocked the whole continent. A battle between brothers, a duel not just between men but between dragons reminiscent of the times of Maegor the Cruel, yet this battle had not been part of a grander war.

No, the war was yet to come, and this battle had ended it before it could even begin. The battle had left great scars, Lady Rhaenys Targaryen had been injured as well, and it had taken her two flights to bring back the Velaryon siblings and then two more flights over the course of the next couple of days to bring food to the injured Grey Ghost.

The battle had left the white and blue dragon injured and unable to fly. Healers had been dispatched to the islands to do what they could, along with a massive ship that carried enough food to fill its belly for days.

The court had been shaken by the news as well, with all the lords who had denied Daemon's request to attend the wedding breathing a sigh of relief and rejoicing as those Houses whose members were present at the wedding were scampering, faring possible retribution.

A retribution that had yet to come for the news had taken its toll on her father, The King, who had refused to see anyone for weeks and was bedridden, according to the Maesters, and that was until today.

And now the King had called to see two people his daughter herself and his other brother, the famous Healer, the Slayer of Dragons, or Kinslayer. The battle had taken much from him, yet thankfully these had been nothing as severe as his injuries from the assassination attempt at his wedding in Braavos yet still she was aware that many in court prayed that the illness had taken him, for the whole realm now feared him.

And now the same person stood opposite her as they stood outside her father's room, and silence enveloped the castle.

She could say that she had talked with him quite a lot over the days, consoled him yet that would be a lie. The days had been hectic enough that they had had little time to sit down and talk yet.

The battle had also taken much from Aenys. His eyes had dulled a bit, and he had a somber air to him now, even as he stood opposite her weeks after the whole ordeal.

"I am sorry," she began as she saw his eyes narrow. They had dark circles around them now. His hair had been cut short as well, for much of it had been burnt during his duel with Daemon.

"What for?" he questioned, his voice tense as Rhaenyra found her eyes glued to the floor.

"For putting you through this, for letting you carry a burden that should have been mine," she began and saw his eyes widen for a second.

Aenys Targaryen had a reputation as a person of unquestionable morals. He was the epitome of honour and duty, an example for everyone all over the land. Yet it had taken a hit, few truly understood the extent of damage a full-blown war over succession between herself and Daemon would have caused, and those ignorant idiots had the gall to besmirch his honour.

"You need not apologize. This was unavoidable," he said, his gaze dulled as he coughed, and her lips thinned.

"Sometimes I wish it was not," she added and she truly did. Daemon had caused her a lot of trouble, insulted her, and tried to kill her husband as well. Yet it had not always been like this.

There were times, good times in their past as well. Times spent hearing him regale her stories about his various adventures, times of flying through the air with him. They existed as well, now only as memories of a man who was no more.