OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

29 • CONSENSUAL LOVERS

Sunset. The royal wheel houses, drove through the Streets of Sisters, riding for the Red Keep. Queen Alicent was glad to be back home, seeing the high walls of pale red stone was exhilarating, the sweet memories evaded her mind, causing her to smile and savour the blissful times she's shared with Aenar Targaryen.

Sitting opposite the Queen, the carriage entered a pothole that shook the wheelhouse slightly as King Viserys studied his wife's mood. "Are you alright my dear?" He asked, bouncing Aegon on his laps, as he cooed.

The aurburn haired Queen jerks with a faint smile. "I'm fine husband, just tired a bit." She rubs her belly looking out the window, as they rode into the square and down into the courtyard.

The royal family descended the thresholds of their wheelhouse and retired to their quarters to rest from the journey.

"Good night Father." Daenerys and Rheanyra says in unison as Ser Criston and Ser Jorah escorted them to their quarters.

Viserys smiles. "Good night my darlings."

Queen Alicent watched her former best enter the Red Keep, and felt nothing but love for Rheanyra, she missed her and wished they'd become sisters again, even though she married her father, she still hope to have a close companion to talk to, but it appears Rheanyra and Daenerys are forever her archenemies.

Nonetheless the Queen shares a brief glance with her brother-in-law, and looks away, landing her orbs on his wife. Francesa smiles cheekily at Alicent, then frowns, before smiling over to her husband.

Carrying his daughter Elissa in his left arm. Prince Aenar held his wife's waist softly. "Shall we my love?" He offered a hand, helping Francesa up the stairs as they went to their quarters in the East Wing of Maegor's Holdfast to rest from the long journey. Queen Alicent watched Aenar and his family go, feeling upset, bitter, envy and lonely.

In the Red Keep hallways, lit scones lights the halls, breaking the darkness that had blanketed the capital. Queen Alicent proceeded to her chambers with her retinue, as the nobles bowed in obeisance.

Flames danced over the candles, scattered across the room, on the Myrish carpet. Aegon toddled around his wet nurse with exhilaration, while she made exaggerated movements to catch him. Queen Alicent chuckles sweetly, watching her son enjoy himself.

The doors are closed as Queen Alicent peeks up at the sound of footsteps entering the solar, her face somewhat fell as her father entered the space. His presence alone meant another political scheme or something that'll taint her safety and refuge Aegon offered her.

Immediately the wet nurse stood up and  stepped forward, sweeping Aegon into her arms. "Come, sweet Prince. Let's give Her highness some peace."

"Mama!" Aegon cooed.

"Goodnight my baby boy. Muah." Queen Alicent pecks her son, as the wet nurse takes him away.

Otto's eyes swept over the richly furnished chamber, until his sharp gaze seetled on his daughter. Curtly, he bows. "Good evening Your Grace?"

"Evening father." Alicent hummed breezily.

"Aegon is striking resemblance of the King. He bears his features and his genes." Otto says confidently.

Queen Alicent shook her head at his delusion. "Indeed he does."

Ser Otto moved to sit around the round table in the middle of the room. His fingers brushed over books and manuscripts with well crafted embroidery.

"Did you enjoy the hunt, daughter?" He rested his back.

"Well enough." Alicent responded, rubbing her belly.