a young Lillian Hightower's world is shattered when she is forced into a loveless horrid marriage with the king Viserys Targaryen. Stripped of her freedom and subjected to unimaginable cruelty, she embraces a facade of positivity, clinging onto hope...
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Lilly was now four months pregnant and starting to show slightly larger breasts than normal. Many were worried about their queen having another child, so soon after her difficult birth with Princess Helena, they just all hoped for a safe baby and queen.
"Your Grace, the Princess, and the Lady Alicent are nearly here; their boat was spotted; they will be here in about half an hour," Lyra, her most trusted handmaiden, told her.
"I thought the princess's tour was longer; she still has so many stops," Lilly said, turning her attention from Aegon, who she was playing with.
"The boat was spotted, my queen. I am not sure why they are coming home." Lyra said, shrugging.
"Of course, please have a carriage waiting for the Princess and Lady Alicent, and has the King been notified?" She asked, making the women nod their heads.
"Yes, he has been notified; he is quite angry."
"That is to be expected. Thank you, Lyra. You may leave." Lilly said
"Nyra Ali is back," Aegon cheered, making her smile.
"Not yet, but in the next hour, you will see them."
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"Your Grace Prince Daemon has returned; he is being brought to the throne room. I have been asked to bring you there by the king," a knight told Lilly, who was making her way to greet her sisters.
"Very well," Lilly said, turning around to follow him to the throne room.
"Queen Lilly Targaryen," the knight announced as the doors opened. All that filled the room bowed to their queen, Alicent, and Rhaenyra, who were in the crowd, immediately noticed the difference in Lilly, who walked elegantly through the crowd, making her way to the throne, followed by her two guards.
"She is with the child again." Alicent commented, looking at Rhaenyra in concern.
"She just had her other child," Rhaenyra said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Your grace," Lilly said, giving a deep, perfected curtsy to her husband, who nodded at her before she took her place as the king's wife at the bottom of the steps, standing tall just as the doors opened again.
"Prince Daemon Targaryen," the knight announced as the Rouge Prince walked into the throne room. He walked to his brother and the throne with confidence. The four kings guards unsheathed their swords, ready to defend their king and queen.
"Put your swords away," Lilly demanded of the knights, who immediately listened, stepping back to their places and putting their swords away.
Daemon grabbed the crown off his head, throwing it to the ground in front of the steps. "Add it to your chair," he offered. The sound of the crown clattering against the floor rang through the room as the crowd whispered with anticipation, wondering what the king would do as the prince kneeled down.
