"Beast. Tyrant. Merciless. They whisper these names behind my back. But when I say, I love you, it is not out of desire, nor out of denial. It is not for my sake at all. I love you for what you are, for what you do, for how you fight. I have witness...
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The door burst open.
Both men turned.
Queen Alicent stepped into the room. Her white wedding cloak fluttered behind her. She looked between them, Daemon smug, Maegor stunned and then to the crying baby girl, cradled by the wet nurse.
“Your Grace,” Daemon smirked, mock-bowing. “Congratulations on your nuptials.”
Maegor stepped forward. “Alicent....”
She held up a hand, trembling.
“Is it true?” Her voice cracked. “That....that...child... is she yours?”
The wet nurse stood awkwardly. The baby wailed louder.
“Permission to feed her, Your Grace,” the girl asked nervously.
“Permission granted,” Daemon said, ignoring the King.
The wet nurse took a seat at the table and unfastened her blouse, beginning to nurse.
Alicent stared. Her face paled. Heartbreak sets in. “You...you had a child... before we married?” Her voice was small.
“It was a mistake,” Maegor whispered. “It happened one night. A moment of weakness.”
“One night?" Alicent scoffed in disbelief. "You lied to me.”
Maegor shook his head. “I didn’t know she was with child. Not until today.”
“You told me I would give you your firstborn. That our children would inherit the realm.” Alicent countered.
Daemon raised a brow and stepped out, the drama too thick even for him. The doors slammed shut behind him.
Inside, Alicent stood frozen.
“I thought we were starting a family,” she whispered. “I thought I was special.”
Maegor’s voice grew tense. “Alicent, I regret it. I swear it meant nothing.”
“You laid with her while you were married to your late wife,” she spat. “And now this.”
He tried to approach. She stepped back.
“You speak of duty and sacrifice, yet you let lust guide you. Do you think the court will forget? That I will forget? A king rutting in the sheets of his late wife’s cousin!”
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