Castles Crumbling / Helaena Targaryen/ Taelon Targaryen

10. Good Omens

You're losing me / Ned Stark / Sandor clegane out now!

"Before the dragons ruled over Westeros, the white hart was a symbol of royalty in these lands. And on this day of all days. I've never been one for signs and portents, Your Grace, but if the gods did wish to show their favor.'

"Promise me when we are fortunate enough to have a child that they will marry for love like us." Calla requested as Aegon fell asleep in her lap.

"I promise." Taelon agreed.

'Your Grace... I had this forged in the Golden Gallery in honor of Prince Aegon.' Jason said coming up to Viserys

'It's quite a thing.' Viserys said as Jason handed off the spear.

'I hope it might provide the killing stroke against your white hart. The King of the Kings wood. It's as if the Seven themselves have blessed this day.'

'Thank you... for your generosity.' Viserys told him stiffly but Jason was not done.

'I would be honored to take the Princess Rhaenyra to wife, Your Grace. What I offer you, The crown and your daughter, is strength.' Jason told him.

"'Do you think that House Targaryen wants for strength?''

Viserys was sick and tired of every one thinking that just because he let his brother run wild that he wasnt strong. He just couldnt handle Daemon's constant temper tantrums. 

"I think its past the little ones nap time." Taelon remarked as Aegon yawned out, but he shook his head. "No? You are not tired?" Aegon shook his head. "You are tired?" He agreed. Aegon shook his head again. 'Make up your mind." Taelon urged, Aegon pouted back at him, Calla laughed out. Alicent would have gladly given Aegon to them. Aegon loved Calla most. If she could carry their child and wash her hands clean of the children after she would. But she couldnt.

''If someone offered you more dragons, would you not take them?' Jason pondered. 

''Do you have dragons to offer?' Viserys countered sternly. 

"I can take him if you-"

"No," Calla held aegon closer at her objection. "You relax, I got him." Alicent smiled leaning back in her chair, there was only so much gossip she could handle from the ladies of court. 

"You alright, Alicent?" Taelon questioned. "The baby?" he added. 

"I'm fine," Alicent assured. 

"Taelon, help her outside for some fresh air, its stuffy in here. I'm going to see if I can find a quiet spot for aegon's nap." Calla decided getting up, kissing Aegon's little face, he yawned again. 

"You heard her." Taelon agreed offering his arm to Alicent. 

"Thank you, Taelon." Alicent wrapped slender fingers around his muscled arm. 

'The huntsman has the trail, Your Grace, and has sent out the hounds. It won't be long now until the white hart is cornered. Your prize is within reach.' Otto said coming to sit down at Viserys side. 'What do you make of Lord Jason's proposal?'

'That man's pride has pride.'

'You're not only Rhaenyra's father, you're the King. She'll do as you command.' Otto reminded him. "She is past the age..." 

''It is not my wish to command her, Otto.' Viserys told him 'I want her to be happy. As Taelon is with Calla.''

"They are an anomaly." Otto reminded Viserys. 

"Where is Taelon?" Viserys questioned. 

"I saw him with the queen not long ago." Lyonel remarked. 

"Best get on with it." Viserys murmured letting the huntsmen lead him into the woods. 

 'He may not be white, Your Grace. But he's a big lad.' Harwin remarked as they got closer to the Hart.

'Your Grace... for the kill'. Jason offered his spear and Viserys took it. The hart bellowed and thrashed in their restraints.

"You worried?" Taelon questioned sitting beside Alicent. 

"About what?"

"This baby?" Taelon answered looking to his hands. 

"If I could give you and Calla this child, I would." Alicent declared, Taelon offered her a pained smile. 

"Boy or girl? What do you think?" Taelon questioned softly. 

"Girl." Alicent admitted. "But maybe if its a boy I can be done." 

"Done?" Taelon questioned. 

"I never wanted children." Alicent admitted. "At least not yet."

"And my brother isnt your prince charming." Taelon agreed. Alicent shrugged. Taelon reached out but stopped himself. "Might I?" Alicent nodded, his hand was warm against her even through her dress.  "Hey would you look at that." Taelon whispered nudging her. 

"Is that... I thought they were hunting the white hart?" Alicent countered. 

"It's a good sign." Taelon added. "An omen from the Gods." 

"That you are the chosen heir." Alicent agreed, he let his hand fall from her stomach. "You are a good man Taelon. You will be a good king."

"How can I possibly be a good king when I can't give my wife, my whole world, Calla the one thing she wants most..."