OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

09 • THE TARGARYEN BROTHERS

It was sunset. Aenar sat quietly adjacent his sister in-law reading a book she gifted him on his last name day. The older woman was sowing embroidered muffler for her daughter's and her unborn son.

Aenar notices it and chuckles deeply.

"What?" Queen Aemma asked.

"I see you believe in the prophecy of my brother's delusions."

"Aenar! Don't say that. You know how long we've waited to have a son." She says defensively.

"A boy with a cock." Aenar blurts out bluntly as the Queen threw him a pillow.

The Prince chuckles, outrightly laughing.

"Your brother is a good King, you should hold him in highest regard." Aemma continues her embroidery.

"I do. I just think he puts you under too much stress."

The queen sighs and doesn't say a word. She knew he was right. Viserys is Indeed desperate for a male babe.

"Have you been resting?" Aenar asked.

"I have." She sighs. "And you? when do I get to meet my sister in-law?." she teased.

Aenar scoffs, closing the book, dropping it on the table as he took an apple from the basket. "Marriage is not my forte."

"You're twenty eight Aenar, you must marry, or do you not wish to have children of your own blood, calling you father, reading them stories, placing an egg in their cradle? The joy of fatherhood, don't you yearn for it Aenar?" She asked worriedly.

"Or do you want to remain a lothario, breaking hearts, bedding merchants wives, noble ladies, soiling your seeds on the streets of silk." Aemma slammed him. "Isn't it tiring to have so these body counts?"

Aenar shrugged off the insult but still felt the jab.

There was an awkward silence between them until the Queen lightened the mood. "How's Lady Alicent doing?" The Queen asked.

Aenar took a bite from his apple. "She's well." He shrugs.

"And when do you plan on expressing your feelings?"

Aenar paused. "I don't have feelings for her." he frowns.

"Liar! Stop sulking. You like her." Aemma shot him a glare.

"I do, but I bear no romantic feelings for Alicent. We're just friends that's all." the Prince bluntly says.

"Friends with benefits."  He thought to himself.

The Queen observes him closely and could tell he was lying but she prodded no futhur. Aenar likes Alicent, but he's ignoring the feeling.

"Have you heard any word from Daemon?" Aemma rested her back on the bed.

"I haven't seen him for while, thanks to Otto Hightower." Aenar spat distastefully.

"Is the man that bad? Even Daenerys hates him too." Aemma murmured rubbing her belly.

"She has every to hate him. Otto Hightower is a cunt!"

"Aenar!"

"Tis the truth. He is a vile man, so pompous, he whispers to the King's ears to ruin my image and Daemon's. Always trying to berates us before the council. A leeche. A venomous vulture." Aenar rants.

"And you're friends with his daughter? How can you talk about Alicent's father like that when she's your friend?" Aemma disregards his tantrums.

Aenar poked his cheeks, unabashedly.