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Alana and Aegon made their way into court, both hand in hand. It seemed they always had their hands together, but Alana liked it she felt safe and secure.
"Are you nervous?" Alana asked Aegon, squeezing his hand with hers.
"Only a bit." Aegon spoke, squeezing her hands back before looking at her protruding stomach. "How is the little one this morrow?"
"He or she is good, but they want to get out soon I can tell." Alana says, rubbing her hand on her stomach with her free hand.
"That is good." Aegon smiles "I cannot wait to meet them."
"As do I." Alana smiled, walking down the hall that lead to the great hall, Alana was not looking forward to standing for so long, listening to Otto Hightower speak nonsense whilst Rhaenyra Targaryen defended her son and such.
As if Aegon could read her thoughts, "it'll be alright, I'll make the hours of standing bearable." Aegon joked, rubbing his thumb on her hand, trying to soothe her.
Alana smiled at him before they got to the Great hall, the guards opening it up for the couple. She could see Helaena, Alicent, Otto, and Aemond there already standing up and looking presentable, despite Aemond glaring across the room with his one eye. Aegon kept his eyes trained on the steps ahead or Alana's hand in his, he made no move to look at Rhaenyra and her family.
Alana smiled kindly to Rhaenyra to which Rhaenyra nodded her head at Alana with a short smile, rubbing her also protruding stomach.
Alana and Aegon walked and stood next to Helaena and Alicent. Aegon glanced at his mother before looking up at Rhaenyra and her family, there was obvious tension between the two half siblings, both never greeting one another. A few more lords and ladies came into the grand hall before Otto cleared his throat before stepping away from his family and to the Iron Throne.
"Though it is the great hope of this court, that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds." Otto spoke, standing in front of the chair his gaze set upon Rhaenys and Vaemond, "We gather here with a grim task." Otto continued, Aegon grip on Alana's hand tightened even more "of dealing with the decision of Driftmark. As hand I speak with the Kings voice on this and all other matters." Otto nodded before sitting on the Iron throne, as if he was King "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."
As Vaemond walked to the center of the room, his gaze set upon Rhaenyra and her sons in almost a disgusted way, Aegon leaned into Alana already getting bored of this even if he hadn't even started.
