My Father's Wife (GXG)

Chapter 55

The door opened for the king who glanced at the princess' way. Rhaenyra's head moved up from her seat almost unbothered as she was fidgeting with her rings during the whole time of waiting ever since Alicent had left the chamber.

"Rhaenyra," he greeted as he made his way towards his desk, his face already has the dread expression and the exhaustion is clearly visible, making the princess think of how possibly difficult this is going to be.

"Father," she watched while remaining seated, hands on her ring. Viserys grabbed the opened scroll to examine it before dumping it back down on the wooden desk.

"Is it true?" he sighed and closed his eyes in a distressed manner before looking up and meeting his own purple eyes in hers. By that time, Rhaenyra was already standing on her feet. Awaiting for the princess' answer, Viserys remained still. He waited patiently, and silently, expecting an answer anytime sooner, but, his face awaits for an answer where the answer would depend on his reaction. Like a volcano waiting to burst.

Rhaenyra held that intense stare, she gulped before hardly answering, "Yes."

The chair was suddenly jerked by the king who pushed it in madness that caused the princess to flinch, "Seven hells!" Rhaenyra's lips parted, she decided to stare on the floor as she was too stunned to speak and make eye contact with the king who had now lost his temper. "I have tolerated your ill-mannered actions, I have accepted deals with a princess who holds no weight of power against me and yet I have given you everything and this is how you eventually repay me!" he shouts.

Rhaenyra said nothing on his behalf but stood still, lips on thin line, heavy and pressed. But his grace's anger and irritation are so great that it has caused him to be impatient, "Look at me, Rhaenyra! It is I's, the king's command!" he demanded.

The king's purple eyes are almost to be turned into somehow dark. It flamed with the fire of a dragon. When the princess' eyes met the king's, she did it slowly for she was trying to maintain the same hardness level that the king currently holds, as so Rhaenyra tried. "What do you have to say for yourself, woman? Would you just stand there and look at me to say nothing?" he spoke once again, his brows are knitted together and his heavy breathing became more and more visible through his chest riding up and down.

The princess opened her lips to speak but her voice had failed her, she couldn't utter a word, but when she tried once again for a moment— she croaked, "Were I born a man, I could bed whomever I wanted. I could father a dozen bastards, and no one in your court would blink an eye."

The king covered his eyes in an angry manner, "Yes. But you are born a woman!" he spats, he watches her as she shuts her mouth, preventing from saying a thing more. "Tell me, what lord will think of you now?"

"Who cares of what some boar thinks?" Rhaenyra insisted. But within a second, before the king could speak again in anger, Alicent barged into the door. She froze and mentally slapped herself for forgetting of the king's arrival, how thoughts of Rhaenyra could make the Queen forget more valuable matters.

She immediately bowed, "Husband," she approached him to his side, glancing towards Rhaenyra for only a second to which the princess did not reciprocate.

"I cannot look at you at this very moment, nor will I any longer," The king grumbled under his breath. Alicent stayed patiently, hands on top of one another as it rests on her abdomen. "I will have you held in your chambers, no strolling, no Syrax, and no Dorcas— no any men for that matter!" Alicent shut her eyes softly at the ringing voice of her yelling husband beside her.