Suburban Legends / Alicent Hightower / Criston Cole

9. Chosen

The twins first name day was fast approaching and rhaenyra was pregnant again.

Talk around the castle was will this one be another strong bastard? Laenor seemed ignorant which maybe was a good thing but alicent felt bad for laenor.

Alicent watched Harwin walk around like a damn king. She understood. He was handsome but Rhaenyra had her chance to choose Alicent never got a chance to choose her husband. Rhaenyra was gifted slews of men that wanted her crown but surely one off them were handsome or charming or likable and straight.

Now she was using her privilege to get what she wanted and Alicent couldn't wait for it to bite her in the ass one day. She would relish in the day Rhaenyras children looked the part of bastards and called her out for it.

But she was a hypocrite because of her sweet precious little girl. Ara could have been Targaryen it was likely because of her twin and yet a part of Alicent believed with her whole heart that aranyani was cristons.

"The king requested your presence your grace." Elinda told alicent as she came in. She sighed as criston put aranyani down but she immediately cried out until he scooped her back up again.

"It is quite late and Aranyani is fussy." Alicent decided. She could take control of her life. This part of her life. The part that felt so exposed and used by viserys

"The king-"

"Will understand." Alicent countered moving to criston and ara. "I have to find something to subdue him." alicent murmured under her breath once they were alone again. "He has one hand and riddled with some sort of disease yet his cock is very needy. And he doesn't know how to use it." She huffed. "Im sorry you don't need to hear this." Criston offered a pitiful smile.

"I think I know someone that could help... with... something to keep the king handled so you never need to..." criston offered slowly.

"Who?" Criston stared down at ara. "No," criston shrugged.

"You know.... Someone strong...."

"Larys?" Alicent choked out.

"I hate to admit but Hes a skilled man. Slimy sure but he knows things and he knows how to be discreet i could say its for me." Criston offered.

"And say you have a husband you wish to knock out so he doesnt fuck you?" Alicent demanded

"I was thinking more i need a powerful potion that knocks me out so i can sleep past the howls from the hounds under my window." Criston offered

"Your window has the hounds below?" Alicent questioned "i will have you moved-"

"No its fine they are quiet but its a good excuse right?"

"I suppose... you would do that?"

"I would do anything for you." Criston agreed. "This is hardly the worst i would consider this is fairly easy. Let me help you."

"I'm a feminist obviously. But I wouldn't really mind him saving me. And I know that I'm fine without a man. But I think I would like his protection." Alicent admitted. "I'm just being honest, can't change what I like I'll never forget it, he told me one night..." alicent smiled at the memory and the promise that viserys would never touch her again. "If anybody hurts you again king included I'm going to the black cells for life"

"Thats sexy." Davina agreed.

"What am i going to do?" Alicent begged.

"Love him in secret and let him protect you in the daylight."

Alicent realized that Davina was right. Love him in secret and he would her knight in shining armor during the day. It could work.

Alicent dismissed her handmaiden once she was finished getting dressed and peered out requesting criston come in.

"My queen." He whispered

"Do you have it?" Alicent questioned he pulled a vital out. "Thank you." She breathed back pulling him inside. She kicked the door closed behind him.

Criston hooked her thighs and dragged her down the mattress, settling between her thighs with an ease that speaks of familiarity. Alicent loved his gentle kisses but rough grasp on her flesh claiming her.  He doesn't say anything to her, doesn't hesitate, just wedges his hands beneath her ass and lowers his mouth to her cunt. Alicent gasped a little and started to reach for his head.

"Criston." She whimpered fisting his hair. "Criston!"