Viserys pondered whether or not to fire Otto Hightower, the words of his daughter rang through his head. It was as if, scales fell off his orbs for him to realize that Alicent was a calculated distraction to set him over his grief.
Disappointed, he paced his chambers, back and forth, rubbing his temples, alot of happenings in the Red Keep seem to weary his soul, especially his own skeletons.
It devastates him to have two bastards out of wedlock, bedding his brother's wife behind his back, while donning the cloak of justice and integrity. But what can he do, the Tully was once a handmaiden of Aemma, and he liked her, wedding her to Aenar was the best solution of keeping her by his side, but what will he do when Aenar finds out the truth? How will he face his court? The realm? His subjects? His daughters? What will history say about him?
Even Alicent, No. she deceived him, she and Otto deceived him, he thought, used his weakness against him, conspired to offer him comfort, in exchange of putting their blood on the iron throne, how dare they? The King rang the bell. "Send for the Queen at once!" He hears a servant scurried off the hallways indistinctly.
Howbeit the thoughts of Francesa lingered in the King's mind as he grabs his manhood, feeling horny. He hissed. "She better get here on time." He paced back and forth.
Not too long, Alicent arrived, it was obvious he harboured no love for the Hightower, except his love for her body in squeezing our heirs, so the King ordered her to take off her nightgown.
Appalled, slowly striping off her clothes, Alicent skin crawls as Viserys comes to grop her breast, taking both nipples in a squeeze. She tried to avoid his eyes as she molded and kneaded her breast, and sucking them like a hungry animal.
"Get on the bed and get on your stomach!" Viserys commands making her listen quietly. Alicent did as she was told, allowing the King to mount her like a stallion, and use her for his own pleasure, filling her womb with the hot spurt of his seed in hopes of another babe or more.
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At dawn, Queen Alicent left the King's chambers while he snored in his sleep, she arrived in her chamber and went to her wardrobe, one she had only the keys to, unlocked the safe, took some abortive potions, wrenching up her face in a bitter cringe mask.
Four children were enough, she won't bear Viserys children, nor carry his seeds. Never. Rather let another man mount her than that old ailing man. Nonetheless, she locks the safe and orders her handmaids to run her bathe. By the time she was cleaned up and dressed. She sent for Rheanyra's maid Annora, who clarified the truth about Rheanyra no longer being a maiden.
"Thank you Nora, you may go. Have the princess meet me in the Godswood at once." She gently demands.
"Right away Your Grace." The girl curtised and leaves the Queen's chambers.
Rheanyra hurried purposefully into the Godswood to see Alicent.
"Rhaenyra!" Alicent lower lip was trembling, and her eyes were teary. "Did you sleep with . . . Daemon?" Alicent seemed quite upset by this news, more than she should be.
Rhaenyra look at her. "Why do you ask? I thought we've gone past this." She reaches for the Hightower hands, but Alicent rips off her palms as if burned by the targaryen touch.
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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...
