OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

28 • HER GUILTY CONSCIENCE

Fire cracklings hailed up like a smelling savour as Rheanyra and Daenerys Ser Criston Cole sat opposite each other staring at the fire in the dark woods.

"I must make a final plea that we return to the camp princesses." Ser Criston urged.

"I rather prefer it here." Rheanyra murmurs.

"I'd rather not. Everywhere looks creepy." Daenerys threw a twig into the fire.

"His Grace is certain to be worried by your absence of both of you." He counters.

Rheanyra scoffs. "Ofcourse, His Grace can worry himself to death if he so likes."

"Rheanyra." Daenerys shot her a glare.

"What?" She shrugged. "It's not like be cares anyways. He has Alicent Hightower, and the son he's always wanted for himself." Rheanyra spat bitterly.

"That doesn't justify he's a bad man. Our father loves us wholeheartedly. As I to him." Daenerys defends.

Silence and chirping of insects evades the atmosphere.

Rheanyra sighs. "Tell me something, Ser Criston. Do you think the realm will ever accept Aenar as their King? Considering that my father has a son with Alicent Hightower." She questioned, eager to hear his opinion.

Ser Criston sighs, throwing a twig into the fire. "They'll have no choice but to accept, Princess. Aenar the Kings successor." He reassures her.

"Unabashedly, Alicent also wants her blood on the iron throne." Daenerys says breezily. "Rest assured Uncle Aenar isn't short of allies, and no matter what Aegon will not inherit the crown, not on my watch."

Ser Criston pursed his lips, suddenly the horses neigh. Turning to the side, the dornish knight senses his heightened and he instinctively reached for his scabbard.

The sound of twigs cracking could be heard,
horses snorting. It was too dark to see what was in front of behind. Everywhere was dark aside from the only source of light that had make shift campsite.

Ser Criston unsheathe his sword, raised in anticipation to attack while Rheanyra merely sat still with her guards up. Whatever was making the noises was out there in the Kingswood, and with Ser Criston armed, Rheanyra and Daenerys were defenseless and vulnerable.

However more twigs snapped, and the rustling of the under bush grew louder and suddenly a wild boar, emerged, squealing loudly as it charged into the campsite, knocking aside Ser Criston.

Daenerys screamed.

Rheanyra yells, standing up.

The drinks knight grunts as the boar circled him for another pass. The wild animal stepped back and charged again. It was a monstrous size with tusks long as swords. One swing of the tusk could result to a severe injury or perhaps death.

Ser Criston swinged his sword and slashed one of its tusks, jumping back to avoid being gored, but the boar squealed swinging it's tusks left and right and charged at Daenerys who moved to get away but fell back to the ground.

"Princess!"

The boar squealed and turned to Rheanyra.

Rheanyra's breath quickened when she found herself backed into a tree as the boar charged at her vehemently. Luckily as the princess struggled, Ser Criston plunged his sword from behind the inner ear, directly to its brain, as the blade was five inch from the Princess's face.

The boar fell to the side. Rheanyra gasped, panting in shock, relieved it was all over.

Daenerys rushed to her side. "Are you alright?"