In the midst of the dragon home, tensions arise and sides are chosen. To keep peace between the greens and blacks, Rhaenyra offers her eldest child, Aelanys Velaryon, to wed Alicent Hightower's son, Aegon II.
Aelanys knew being the eldest and futur...
Aelanys banged onto the chamber doors until she beat her fists bloody. Splinters and blood covered both her fists.
She spent the entire night and now morning locked away in her chambers like a caged animal.
Aemond watched her through the night ensuring she didn't try to make an escape. He even went as far as barring the hidden tunnel door in the room. Ensuring she wouldn't be able to leave when he left her alone with two guards just outside of the chamber doors.
With the sun glaring over King's Landing she assumed the day was nearing the afternoon. Meaning her mother would be reaching Dragonstone before long.
She felt useless unable to do anything to alert her mother of the king's death. Aelanys figured the Hightower's were holding the piece of information so they could crown Aegon.
The only way of legitimacy would be to crown him before the masses no doubt.
She paced back and forth like a man woman tried to plan a way out of the chambers she was trapped in. Letting out a scream she flipped over the small table near the chaise and threw the wine jug across the room.
She huffed out with tears trailing down her face feeling both angry and mournful. Aelanys never doubted the Hightower's had other intentions, but she never thought they'd besmirch Viserys' memory like this.
She sat on the cold pebbled floor surrounded by broken glass and her chamber room in disarray.
How could she have let the Hightower's get this far? She always believed to be one step ahead of them. She now thought herself the fool for believing that. Now, she could see how wrong she'd been. Of course a mere marriage between her and Aemond wasn't going to erase a decade worth of rivalry and betrayal.
She thought by sacrificing herself to the enemy it would broker a peace between the families. It was a fools dream. What hurt the most though above all else was Aemond betraying her. She'd given him the benefit of the doubt and truly believed he was changing for the better — that mayhaps one day they'd learn to love another.
But, what ever love they'd once share in their youth had long rotted along with any ounce of trust Aelanys had.
She could feel herself tear into two. One side of her wanting to still strive for peace, because that's what she was raised to do — it's what she promised her grandsire on his death bed. While, the other half of her wanted to burn her enemies to ash.
