THREE MOONS LATER
The wedding reception of Princess Daenerys and Lord Jon Arryn took place in the Great Hall of the Red Keep. Every corner of the hall was crowded with guests and dignitaires, the room occupied hundred people.
King Viserys gave the best of the best gift, for he was going to miss his favourite twin as she begins her new life as the Lady Of The Vale.
On one corner, a huge table had been stacked with gifts of all shapes and size, many gift offered to the groom and bride, surplus foods and wine.
House Rocye was in attendance, but House Velaryon were noted absent for the Sea Snake and the Rogue Prince were fighting in the Stepstones.
The Small Council were seated either side of the table, Prince Aenar and his Lady wife, Francesa were both seated at the high table, with King Viserys and Queen Alicent, along with the small council members on either side,seated.
Princess Rheanyra was off on the dance floor with Ser Harwin Strong dancing happily, for once her twin leaves the capital, her tour to find a suitor begins on the morrow.
Queen Alicent stood up beside her husband to meet with the Head of the Royal kitchens, giving out an order that the remnants should be sent to the orphanage and the small folks, nothing should be wasted, everyone must be fed in the capital.
In the midst of the celebrations, while Alicent was greeting guests and family friends, Aenar stood up and walked past the Queen, brushing fingers with her as he exited the hall. The aurburn haired blinked and knew what he implied.
Francesa felt abandoned, sitting like bleak of dust as she watched her husband exit the hall. Later on she noticed Queen Alicent ascending the thresholds, exiting the hall as the doors were closed behind her.
Narrowing her gaze, Francesa excused herself from the high table and left the hall as everyone hailed the bride and groom on the dance floor.
Francesa walking out the banquet hall, eager to know, where her husband had gone to, since she married him, it's being shambles of brokenness. Aenar had grown cold towards her, doesn't touch her, nor look at her, leaving her womb to freeze like motley.
On route, her steps echoed as she began her search looking for her husband. Where could he be? She thought.
The Tully asked the guards as they couldn't tell her the direction the Prince went. Up the stairs she ascended into the upper echelons of the Red Keep straight to Maegor's quarters in the West Wing.
She entered Viserys room, found nothing, entered Alicent's room, found nothing. She searched everywhere aimlessly. Went to the royal gardens and found nothing. Went to the library and found nothing. Went to the Small Council chamber and found nothing.
She checked the East Wing, the North Wing and the South Wing. No sign of Aenar. Breathing heavily, she almost ran mad, until she sighted a serving girl named Dyana.
"My Lady" She cutised.
Francesa smiles. "Hi there. Have you by chance seem my husband, the King needs him urgently." She lied.
Dyana shook her head. "I haven't seen him my Lady."
"W-what about the Queen? Have you seen her?" Francesa smiled sweetly.
Dyana shook her head and walked past her, then halted.
"I think I saw her, taking the stairs down the Red Keep, some hours ago. I wouldn't be sure.." Dyana replies, pointing to the direction.
Francesa thanked the servant and took the route, bewildered she's never being to that wing before, the place was closer to servants quarters, the place all old and dusty with thick cobwebs as she went down, deeper, deep, deep into the bowels of the Red Keep.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
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...
