HOTD SI: The Bloody Prince (OC x Rhaenyra)(OC x Alicent)

Part 3

Chapter 3

JEYNE ARRYN

The Eyrie was a thing of marvel, a fort that touched the skies with its peaks touching the clouds. It was a seat worthy of House Arryn, whose banner flew the mighty falcon. Built by Roland Arryn so that the prestige of his seat may match that of Casterly Rock and the seat of House Hightower in Old Town, he had begun the construction of this might seat.

Carved into the peak of the tallest mountain, it was not the largest castle, yet it was an easily defensible one, with only ever the dragon having felled it when Visenya strode in its Halls on the mighty Vhagar.

In one of the castle's towers, the sheets lay dishevelled in the room reserved for the lord of the castle. These days, Lady Jeyne Arryn occupies this room, where she is often accompanied by her beloved companion, Lady Jessamyn Redfort.

And as the Sun erupted out of the shadows, its rays hit the two women that lay under silken sheets as the blue-eyed Jeyne sifted through the fiery hair of her 'dear companion,'

"Such somber mood so early in the morning?" Lady Jeyne teased, her blue eyes burning with a fiery passion that would put her companion's red hair to shame.

Jessamyn, her dear companion, did not deny her pensiveness as she raised her head and looked her in the face.

"Are you not concerned?" Jessamyn questioned, and Jeyne was taken aback by the question.

"About what?" she asked, too lost in those fiery locks and spotted freckles to see the frown marrying her features.

"About the King and how he forcefully has called back Aegon?" She realized her friend's worries and what a worry it was to have.

"Why should I be worried?" she answered gently. She let her hand waft through her soft hair, and the Sun erupted and illuminated their room with its gentle light.

"The King could be planning something. He has never shown much interest in Aegon to this day, yet now, with the Queen pregnant once more, he calls for him to come to the capital, just as his heir is set to be born," Jessamyn ordered, and Jeyne was too lazy to fish for political plots so early in the morning.

"And why should that worry me?" she asked again and Jessamyn pushed her hand away as she pushed herself up, taking much of the sheets with her as snuggled up beside her.

"Because this could very well be a plot, and Aegon might be at the center of it. Maybe he..." her friend halted at that, and a pang of jealousy bubbled up inside her.

"You seem rather concerned, Aegon?" she teased as she saw Jessamyn flush slightly.

"Should I be jealous, my dear?" she continued teasingly as she bit into her ear, growing joyous as she felt a flush creep up her porcelain neck.

"No, but I thought you would be more concerned about that, you know. Because of his growing influence. Because already many in the Vale look to him to rule, and if he gains the King's favor on top of that or a dragon, he could try and replace..."

And she finally caught onto the reason for her dear Jessamyn's worries and chuckled at that.

"Aegon will never try to replace me," she answered lightly, thinking of such a notion to be a bad joke.

Aegon Targaryen, her distant cousin and playmate of years. He was the son of Prince Daemon and Lady Rhea, a child born out of an icy union, scorned by his father for his features that lacked the prominent silvery blonde hair of the Targaryen lineage. He had come to the Eyrie with Lord Yorbert when he was to act as his reagent. They had grown up together in these Halls, like brother and sister, with her often trying to catch up with the enigma.