Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? / Aemond Targaryen / House of the Dragon

60. Your Fault

I love you I'm sorry / Otto hightower / Vaera targaryen out now!

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Vigilante Shit / Bronn / Jorah mormont out now!!

"You said he'd improved." Alicent remarked.

"His Grace sleeps nine hours of every 10... but he did open his eyes and speak, however briefly." The maester agreed. "His mending may be long and painful, but it is my sincere hope that His Grace will be spared."

"And what will he be if he lives?" Alicent countered, he didn't speak not knowing and not wanting to say the worst. "My letters," Alicent sniffled, "to my father..."

"I have sent ravens, again, to Highgarden and to Oldtown. And now, to all the great houses in the Reach. There has been no word from Ser Otto, as of yet." 

"I hate that you are leaving!" Helaena declared holding onto Arthur's hand. 

"Me too. Tell your brother to stop sending us to war." Arthur agreed. "It's a fortnights journey there and then we are met with a dragon... fun." 

"I will pray day and night for you." Helaena remarked. "Maybe when you return-" She hesitated. 

"yes?" Arthur questioned. 

"I would like to tell my mother about you." Helaena admitted. 

"Oh, yes. I mean that would be nice, we could... I will talk to my father." Arthur added. 

"Great." Helaena agreed. He kissed her hand. "Kiss me better than that." Helaena requested. He blushed as she stepped closer. 

"I'm going to miss you like crazy, I feel like i'm always saying goodbye." Arthur admitted. 

"I wondered if you've heard from father?" Alicent pondered pulling her attention away from helaena and Arthur. "I've sent ravens to Highgarden and Oldtown, but have had no reply."

"I've heard nothing but neither have I sent any message." Gwayne added. "If he wrote letters, it would be to you. You were always his favorite."

"Strange there has been no word." Alicent countered.

"Otto Hightower is ever-resourceful." Gwayne reminded her. "He will send news when there is news to send."

"Arthur." Tyland called out. 

"I..." He kissed helaena again. "I love you Helaena and when I return, I'm going to never stop kissing you."

"I look forward to it." Helaena agreed watching him jump onto his horse. 

"I'm in love." Arthur told his uncle.

"Good to hear it, dont die kid." 

"Not going to happen, I need to make it back to helaena." Arthur assured. 

" I often wonder what life could've been if he had brought you to court instead." Alicent added.

"I'm the eldest son. It was right that I was raised at Oldtown." Gwayne countered.

"But you were eight years of age and motherless. It must've been difficult." Alicent countered.

"You get on with it, don't you? When there isn't any choice."

"My son, Daeron... what's he like?" Alicent questioned.

"Does he not write to you?"

"Less and less these days." Alicent admitted softly.

"Ten-and-six now." Gwayne remarked. "Letters, perhaps, hold less of his interest. He's stalwart. Clever. As adept with his lute as he is with his sword." Gwayne added. "And a feature in the fancies of many a young lady, I'll wager." Alicent smiled softly picturing her little Daeron all grown up. "He's kind."