Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen

35 • URGES OF ALLURE

Queen Alicent stared down at Aemond and Dareon as they slept in their cradles, three years old Aegon was playing with his toy, while one year Helaena cooed in her cradle. The little princess gripped unto her mother's fingers as she dreamt, Alicent couldn't help but allow tears spring down her cheek, drooping the scales off her blind orbs.

A giggle came from Helaena's cradle sweetly, as did Aemond and Dareon, Aegon only concentrated on his toys. Wiping off the tears off, the Queen smiled at her children, proud of be their mother, yet ashamed of their parentage. Not a single drop of Viserys's blood flowed through their veins.

The aurburn them began to reflect on her life, realizing how far she's indulged in with her brother-in-law. She, Alicent Hightower, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, clothed herself in the cloak of sin and adultery, bathed in lust, spurned like a strumpet, desperate, longing to be love, and be loved, just to be desired by a man whom she's sired bastards from loins of his seed, a man not bound to her by marriage, but by frivolities of the flesh.

Staring down at Helaena, drifting her gaze to Aemond, Dareon, and Aegon playing in the corner, she thought of the man everyday, she couldn't clear her mind from him, she couldn't cease worrying about him, no matter how much she try to forget Aenar, it becomes amiss.

Sighing, Alicent thought to herself, she couldn't bring herself to speak the truth, for Viserys will beat her black and blue, or surrender her to the High Sparrow, walk naked around the city with a bell on her head, then kill her. A fate she doesn't wish to experience, except the downfall of Francesa Tully who began the rumour of her infidelity, resulting Viserys to abuse her, then apologize for it.

Sniffing. "By the gods, you will pay Francesa, I swear it. You will pay for humiliating me." The Queen swore, brushing the cheeks of her daughter with a faint smile.

Suddenly, the roar of a dragon, startled her, out of thought, causing her head to snap at the direction of the window, rushing to glance at it, Alicent let's out a sharp gasp as she sighted a familiar dragon in the sky.

"A-aenar?" She blinked, smiling ear to ear, as the shadows of his dragon passed over the Red Keep. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her dress and strides out of her chambers, through the hallways, straight to court in attendance.

Roach screeches, flying across the sea, accompanied by Caraxes, riding side by side, breaking the view on the horizon.

Courtiers trooped into the throne room sauntering on either side, taking their position. Rheanyra arrived into the courtyard with her retinue, and sauntered into the palace, rushing to the throne room to see her uncle.

King Viserys stood enthroned with blackfyre sheathed, the crown gleaming on his head with splendor, the grim smile on his face fell when he sighted his daughter. Almost reacting, he held himself and gave a long sighs averting his gaze to the courtiers.

Indistinct chatter and whisper filled the throne room, with whispers of the King's brother's arrival back at court.

"Aenar has returned."

"It's Daemon."

"He's returned."

"It's Daemon." The courtiers raved on, giving each other a side eye.

On the left, Ser Otto Hightower, along with the small council all stood in together, respectively in their station.

On the right, stood Queen Alicent dressed in red and black Myrish garb, her aurburn hair flowed on her shoulders, a tiara of pearls reared on her head, radiant, classy and beautiful with a look of boldness gleaming in her honey brown orbs. Gaze of love.

Beside her stood Aenar's wife, Lady Francesa dressed in orange garb from Lys, pretty and slender, just as comely as she is, and demure. Her hair, brown in ringlets, her teal blue orbs gleamed with a dutiful smile, but behind her visage, laced a discomfort and bitterness, loathe for Alicent Hightower.