The Dragon's Heart Is Mine || Geralt Targaryen [1]

72 • THE SILHOUETTE HONEYMOON

Rheanyra watched Geralt kiss Alicent on the balcony, the bride was giggling as her groom planted kisses on her neck, whilst teasing her with words of poetry. His hands firmly on her waist as they kissed passionately, while the white haired girl watched them from above with a scornful gaze of loathe, gleaming behind her orbs.

Rheanyra watched their silhouette against the torches and felt her heart shatter all over again, even nauseous and felt the pain of realization that Geralt is never going to be hers.

Nonetheless, in the mood of romance. Geralt remembered he had forgotten a jewellery at the high table. He told his wife to wait for him to retrieve it from the Great Hall.

Alicent stood at the second floor in Maegor's Holdfast waiting for her beloved, looking out the Red Keep's large window, she hummed in melody, sounding like.....So this is love..... her tone was soothing and sweet, while seeing the red and green fireworks bursting in the sky from afar, like raindrops of puddles mixed with fierce ripples of unraveled romance. Fantastic. She smiled with exhilaration, happy for her dreams coming true,..... until the devil came and interrupted her moment.

"Quite the self flattery, it's a lucid dream. It's not going to last for too long like the flowers that springs up in bloom during summer. They all fade and die, even weeds gets uprooted."

Rheanyra rasped coldly, as she descended the stairs, gradually approaching the window, only for her to stop ten inch behind Alicent.

Frightened, Alicent turns to see her in her black dress with her eyes glaring like a witch from the shadows.

Surprised, she exhales softly and doesn't utter a word, the gaze on Alicent's face was dreadful. The person Rheanyra had become is deceitful.

"Of all the people in the world, I didn't expect you to stoop so low and call for my bedding ceremony at my wedding before those drunken lords Rheanyra!" Alicent snapped.

Rheanyra yawned. "Don't be so coy with me. Tis tradition in House Targaryen." She smirked with evil. "Such a shame my father didn't permit it." she shrugged with a laughter of mockery.

"You should be ashamed Rheanyra. I feel sorry for you." Alicent spat distastefully.

"No, I feel sorry for you, if you believe you're now a family member. Lady Hightower." Rheanyra enunciated, eyeing her wedding dress.

"Princess Hightower." Alicent corrected confidently.

Rheanyra scoffs and let out a bubble laugh from her throat, clapping her hands. "I suppose you think he likes you......"

"My husband loves me Rheanyra, I know you can't live to bear that I married your brother...." Alicent sighs. "It is what it is, even if, It did not much feel happy news or good fortune. Nobody cares anymore. I'm a married woman now, my happiness is all that matters and Geralt and I are life long partners." She mutters trying not to cry.

Rheanyra hissed with profanity. "Happy? Is that what you think this is? Do you think I'd ever accept you as my brother's wife, after pimping yourself from my father then seducing Geralt, you were just a whore, thrown around like a pawn. A people pleasing two faced daughter of a filthy bitch!" Rheanyra spat viciously.

Alicent slaps her.

The sound echo like a cracked whip.

Rheanyra straggers backwards, widened her purple eyes, flabagasted, utmost shock consumed her visage.

Alicent clenched her jaw, tightened her fist. "Don't you ever talk to me that way Rheanyra! Enough is enough!"

Rheanyra held her right cheek, chuckling wickedly. "Now the leech has grown some nerves, you dare raise your hand on me?" she scoffs.