"My apologize for Lady Francesca's......Your Grace. She doesn't deserve to go through such dilemma." Alicent began worriedly, ending the awkward silence between her and the King.
Viserys sighs. "She will be fertile again." he assures with a smile, changing the subject while fiddling with his chisel. "The Small Council is urging me to remarry. It seems the realm wants for a new queen."
Alicent's face wrenched up but she smiled dutifully. "A good and kind queen will give comfort to your subjects." She says in a gently soft tone, with caution.
"Does the Small Council have a particular lady in mind?" She questioned, her tone was laced with curiousity, eager to know her competition.
Viserys faced flickered. "Lord Corlys Velaryon has offered the hand of his daughter, the Lady Laena." He says awkwardly.
"A very strong match, Your Grace." Alicent agreed with a keen smile.
"I must admit I, I don't know Laena very well." Viserys admits.
"I'm sure that she is good and kind, and that she will enjoy your company, as I have, Your Grace." Alicent offered kindly as a smile etched at the corners of her lips.
Then she remembered her gift.
"I brought you something." Alicent turns to the side and takes a wooden box off the table's edge and held it out to him.
"I asked the stonemasons to mend it." the words fell off her tongue with sincerity.
"This is...um a very kind gesture, Alicent." Viserys remarked. "Very kind." He said looking over the chest as he opens the lid to look inside, fascinated he brought out a velvet carved statue of a dragon that shattered two weeks ago, then drifted his gaze back Alicent with a smile.
"Do you like it Your Grace?"
"Ofcourse.... I love it." Viserys declares, as he puts the dragon back into the chest and shuts it, sitting up straight as the bells tolled indistinctly.
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At midday, while the sun, casted a sunny how over the Sept of Baelor, Princess Rheanyra and Lady Alicent proceeds into holy sanctuary to offer prayers.
Alicent's stomach twitched, because she is a dirty sinner, sleeping with another woman's husband made her feel guilty and yet her feelings for Aenar never ceased but bloomed.
The massive dome and towers of the Great Sept of Baelor could be seen from anywhere in the King's Landing. Its seven bells could be heard as far as Dragonstone. The Great Sept of Baelor stood erect, a massive sept, the center of religious worship for the Faith of the Seven and the seat of the High Septon of the Faith.
Entering into the holy church Rheanyra began venting her frustrations to Alicent.
"It's only been half a year since my mother died, and already they tried to marry my father off and replace uncle Aenar as heir." Rheanyra spat bitterly.
Alicent frowned at the news. "We are in the church Rheanyra, mind your language." She cautions.
Rheanyra mutters. "Sorry."
The place was quiet as people prayed and offered offerings to whatever Gods they wanted. Alicent continues to walk past the other gods, leading Rheanyra to the Mother statue.
"I know those men, and how they plot in their secret councils when I've been sent away." Rheanyra rants.
"You cannot worry at the matters of lords and kings, Rheanyra. You must try to accept change that comes." Alicent reminded hesitantly as they kept walking till they arrived at the Mother statue.
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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...
