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A few days later, Alana and Aegon walk down the hall, Ser Coren behind them. Daeron is leaving soon, Helaena is very upset, Alana doesn't know if it's the pregnancy or she is actually just sad, probably both. Alana also has yet to tell Aegon about what Alicent spoke to her about.
"Daeron leaves later correct?" Alana asked Aegon, looking at him.
Aegon nodded, "For Oldtown, yet again." Aegon shook his head, looking down the hall.
The two of them didn't really have a destination in mind, so they kept wandering the halls. Some servants and guards nodding their heads at Aegon.
"Helaena seemed upset about it when we were breaking our fast this morrow, perhaps it's the pregnancy?" Alana said, looking at the end of the hall.
"Oh." Aegon nodded, Alana looked back at Aegon, complicating on whether on not to tell Aegon on what did mother said to her.
"While you were out riding Sunfyre the day Daeron came back, your mother summoned me to her chambers." Alana started to twist her rings, looking down at her hands.
Aegon raised his eyebrows, both of them stopping in the middle of the hall. "Why? What did she want?" He noticed her twisting her rings.
"She reminded me of my duties as a wife and a woman, and how the realm expects us to have a child. Especially now since Helaena." Alana looked back up at him.
Aegon rolled his eyes looking ahead at the end of the hallway, "Ignore her."
Alana shook her head, "Perhaps she is right. It is our duty. and we've been married for seven moons now.
Aegon looked back at Alana surprised about her sudden words, Aegon was not a man to listen to his duties nor responsibility. "I hate duty."
"I don't want it to feel like a duty, I want to enjoy it and like it." Alana looked back down her fidgeting hands with her rings.
"It won't feel like a duty. I swear don't listen to my mother, we will do it when we want to, and how."
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Aegon and Alana sat in Helaena and Aemond chambers, Aemond wasn't there. Helaena and Daeron were. Alana couldn't help but find Daeron and Aegon almost identical, both had the same haircut, and similar facial features.
"Where is Aemond?" Aegon suddenly spoke up, all of them sat at a table.
Daeron looked at Aegon and shrugged his shoulders, Helaena sat muttering things to herself.
"Hel?" Aegon asked, drawing back Helaena's attention from the floor. "Where is Aemond?"
Alana rolled her eyes at the mention of Aemond. That cunt is anywhere but with Helaena.
"Oh. Riding Vhagar or perhaps he's with Ser Criston..or maybe the library, I do not know for certain." Helaena looked at them, rubbing her slight bump on her stomach.
Alana rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair. "He seems to never be with you." Alana muttered.
"Perhaps." Helaena nodded, looking down at her stomach. Alana hated Helaena being upset for her own husband not spending time with her.
Aegon surprising sensed his sister's unease, and changed the subject. "Your leaving soon correct?" Aegon looked at Daeron.
Daeron nodded, "Yes, Tessarion is ready and eager to fly."
"Do you truly have to go brother? You had just arrived a few days prior." Helaena looked distraught at Daeron.
Daeron nodded looking apologetically at Helaena. "Grandsire says it for the best."
"Grandsire always gets his way." Aegon muttered under his breath, but Alana heard it but didn't question it.
"When will you be back?" Helaena looked down then back up at Daeron.
"I do not know, but I will write I assure you." Daeron smiled at Helaena. Alana couldn't help but sense deja-vu from when Cregan left at the conversation.
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