My Forever: Alicent Hightower

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Aerys Targaryen, the first and only son of Viserys and Aemma, had been traveling the seven kingdoms with his best friend, Daeron Hightower, son of Otto Hightower. Aerys was the heir to the Iron Throne and the Prince of Dragonstone. He wanted to explore the kingdoms he would one day rule over, discover friendship, and create allies so that he could have a better reign.

He was in Pentos at the moment, listening to the sounds of the celebration outside. He had been away from Kings Landing and his family for eleven months now, but he still knew what was happening in the keep; he needed to as it was his job as heir.  He couldn't think about it anymore as his door was thrown open, showing his best friend.

"What is up, motherfucker!" he shouted, making Aerys chuckle.

"I see you're finally finished with your whore," he commented, making Daeron scoff as he sat across from him, pouring himself some wine.

"Say whatever you want, but the whores here are good, unlike this shit wine, if you could even call it that." Daeron argued pulling a face as he drank some of the shit wine

"You got that right."

"Oh, and here is a letter from your mother," Daeron said, handing him the letter and making him smile.

"Thanks"

"Of course, Oh, and Julie sent a letter. There was an incident at the Scarlett Lounge. One of the customers didn't want to take no for an answer with one of the girls, so he ruffed her up."

"Was he taken care of?" Aerys asked he had bought and owned a few brothels in Kings Landing with Daeron. If they couldn't get to him, they went to Daeron, and they made sure only girls who wished to do the work a whore does were there; no one was forced to do such things.

"Yes, Ser Finn handled it; it took his cock, then life, and a large sum was given to the girl who wished to express her thanks to us for taking care of her," the Hightower explained.

"Good" was all he said before reading his mother's letter.

"Were going back home? We will leave tomorrow. The maester believes my mother will be giving birth soon. I wish to be there, and I miss the comforts of home."

"More like you miss my sister," Daeron teased.

"I don't know what you are speaking about," the princess dismissed as he downed his wine like he did every time his friend mentioned his crush on his sister, which amused Daeron greatly.

"Yes, you do the infatuation and obsession you have over my sister. You used to be a whore, Aerys. I mean, we literally fucked our way through practically every whore house, and now you barley fuck whores because you're always thinking and writing to Alicent."

"So just because I am writing to Alicent, who is my friend, I am obsessed and infatuated with her. No, I just like to keep in contact with her."

"Right remember when she said she missed those candies only a small shop in Oldtown made, so you left the next hour, flew all the way to Oldtown, and bought about three crates of the candies for her? And still to this day have shipments of the candies brought to kings landing every month. Or when you had around ten dresses made in three fabrics after she mentioned that she liked them. Or how about when you killed that boy who—"

"Ok, one, you helped me kill him; the grubby bastard deserved it, and so what I did was a few nice things for her; it was the least I could do."

"Deny it all, you like my friend, but your whipped for her, you follow her like a lost puppy, and its fucking amusing, so here is a letter she sent for you."

Aerys took the letter the brunette handed him while he rolled his eyes at the smug face his friend held. You would think he would want to kill the prince for his affection for his sister, but he didn't. Daeron was happy that such a good man was interested in his little sister. Sure, Aerys fucked his fair share of whores and had a lude mouth, but he was a gentleman; he never forced anything, respected women, and would never raise his hand to one much less his voce unless needed.