OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

26 • OF DESIRES & BETROTHALS

The noble women gossiped on about politics and scandals of Seven Kingdoms and the talks drilled Francesa to boredom, the Tully stood up from the gathering to get a drink.

Queen Alicent softly exhaled in disappointment, watching as Francesa made her way, through the crowd, the Hightower narrowed her gaze with jealousy watching how the nobles greeted Aenar's wife.

Elegantly Francesa strides on, her heart pounding in her chest, the blood racing through her veins, felt like fire as she burned in her body, if only the gods had given her a son, maybe Aenar will come to love her.

The Tully snatched a goblet of wine, as she passed a servant, drowning the content in one swallow, she dropped the goblet into another servant's hand as she came to stop at the side of Aenar Targaryen.

"Is something the matter?" Aenar asked, searching her face.

"I love you......" Francesa took hold his hand, smiling up at him with desire in her eyes, hoping he'd give her the same synergy and say the three letter words.

Smirking, Aenar sighs, planting a kiss on her palms, and forehead, embracing Francesa. "I love you too." he kissed her neck, hugging her softly, while meeting the gaze of his brother's wife.

Breathing heavily, Queen Alicent clenched her jaw, watching Aenar and his wife with jealously seeping through her fingers as she began tearing her curticules.

Meanwhile, outside the camp ground, the nobles all feast with indistinct chatter and merry. Princess Rheanyra stormed out of the pavillon furious, needing some fresh air to breathe, ridding her mind of the resentful thoughts.

This place is not for her, over this past years, life has become unbearable in Red Keep, only Daenerys made it beautiful, her twin values her with love and respect.

Servants nearby roasted pigs on a spit over one of the makeshift firepits, while others courtiers gossiped amongst themselves. The princess's expression softens when nobles come to greets her wholesomely, including Lord Jason Lannister.

"I wonder, Princess..." He approached. "Was your own second name day as grand as this?" He remarked.

"I honestly don't recall and neither will Aegon." Rheanyra feigned a smile. "I don't think we've been properly introduced." she glared at his arrogant face.

"Pardon my manners. I don't know, if you remember me, I'm Lord Jason Lannister of Casterly Rock. Lord Paramounts of the Westerlands and Warden of the West. We meet during your uncle's wedding to Lady Francesca..... four years ago." He curtly bows.

"Oh. Did we?" Rheanyra says breezily. "I gathered that from all the lions." she remarks.

Lord Jason smiles with a hint of a pompous nature, as he poured honey wine in two cup.

"Your twin serves on my father's council." Rheanyra counters.

Lord Jason smirks, offering Rheanyra a cup of wine. "Tyland is...frightfully dull, gods love him. The finest honeyed wine you'll ever taste. Made in Lannisport, of course." He boasted.

Rheanyra begrudgingly accepted the cup, but kept a composed visage. "Of course." she slowly took a sip

Lord Jason overlooks the camp and exhale. "Ah, the Kingswood, it's fine hunting ground.
But the best sport is to be found at Casterly Rock, near my home. Have you been?" He asks.

"Um, once... on tour with my mother when I was young, and honestly can't recall much of that either." Rheanyra remarked.

"Wonderful! I imagined things have grown frightfully dully these days." Lord Jason smirks.