9 MOONS LATER
Daenerys and Alicent were already seated in front of the King and the Hand as befits their station, neither of them spoke a word to each other. The hatred and rift between them was vividly clear.
Alicent blinks, sighing in frustration, fiddling with her fingernails, looking over to the seat beside her, it appears her best friend Princess Rheanyra hasn't yet arrived.
However Alicent is thrilled to watch Aenar in the tournament and perhaps grant him, her favour.
Still, Rheanyra is late. As is her usual custom, Daenerys is undisturbed by her twins tardiness, and yet Rheanyra emerges from the steps at the rear of her father's royal box on King's Landing's tournament grounds.
The princess hustles through slashes of sunlight filtering in through the slatted roof of the box, large enough to seat fifty nobles and friends of the Targaryens.
She climbs across a group of irritated courteous nobles, her eyes trails over the crowd, seeing her best friend's aurburn hair glowing in the light, pulled back, slightly cascaded down with weaves.
In all, two hundred knights from every house and hedge great and small have come to join the games to be held in honor of the king and queen's new child.
Banners from every kingdom flap in the warm springtime wind. Small folk gather on the perimeter of the tourney grounds, trying to catch a glimpse of a favorite knight and immediately the trumpet sounds.
There's jousting, fighting and politics. Drums began pounding in rhythms as the Maegor stood up to address the crowd.
"Be welcome! I know many of you have travelled long leagues for these games. But I promise that you will not be disappointed. When I look out at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories." the King declares, his voice echoes in the arena.
Rheanyra has seen her father rise from her seat at the front of the box, still some rows ahead of her. She picks up her pace as he begins his address.
"And this great day is made even more auspicious by the news that I'm happy to share: Queen Aemma has begun her labors!" Viserys declares wholeheartedly as the crowd cheer for the impending birth.
Immediately Rheanyra passes in front of the King, he throws her a sidelong glance laced with disappointment, frustration, and love.
She is dressed in silver and wears the Valyrian steel pendant that her uncle, Daemon, gave her and Daenerys.
The crowd continues to cheer to the news as Rheanyra hurries to her seat, her feet nearly stumbling beneath her in her haste as she arrives sitting in the middle besides her twin sister on the right, and Alicent on the left.
Alicent joins in clapping, examining the grounds closely, Daenerys keeps a straight face, clapping like a royal princess.
"May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!" Viserys continues as the arena shouted in cheers, clapping.
"Why are you late sister?" Daenerys began, leaning close to her twin.
Rheanyra sighs "I was visiting mother, I had to spend time with her before coming, I even volunteered to stay, but she chased me away."
"Maybe she didn't want you to see her in pain.." Daenerys half smiles. "Anyways, moments from now we'll be having a sibling."
"By the gods." Rheanyra beamed, before turning to the aurburn haired, who seem to observing the fighting pits, quietly seated. "Are you looking for Aenar?."
Bemused, Alicent shook her head shyly, leaning to the white haired girl. "Welcome, princess." she smiles.
Rheanyra only half smiles. "Let's hope my uncle doesn't break someone's head." she peers the grounds
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasy"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb. "Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his stee...
