After Drogon flew her away, Daenerys believed she was done, that the gods had enough.
She would later laugh at the irony.
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Daenerys Targaryen is reborn as a daughter of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. This time however, she won't bow h...
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𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑?
HAPPY NOW | 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐡𝐞́, 𝐙𝐞𝐝𝐝
❝So won't you tell me, babe Are you happy now?❞
Alicent smiled sweetly, brushing a hand lightly over Viserys cheek, "my love" she murmured. "Did you miss me? I have certainly missed you?"
His chambers were a quiet, peaceful place, rarely ever occupied by anyone other than him.
Viserys fumbled slightly, giving her a fond smile, "Of course, wife".
Alicent internally recoiled, grimacing at her actions. She ducked her head in pretend-coyness. "Husband of mine, it is my deepest wish to see our family together as one once more" she whispered, trailing her hands smoothly down his arms.
He frowned briefly, pulling away but remaining close enough that she could still continue her ministrations. "I will not call back my brother and daughter".
Alicent's smile strained painfully as her hand stilled, paused and resumed its motions. "That is not who I was talking about, my love" she cooed, hands trailing lower.
"Our son, Viserys, Enough time has passed, do you not think?"
Viserys frowned, tilting his head thoughtfully, "Daeron?" he questioned softly, "I do not know..."
Alicent shifted forward, aware of her cloak slipping of her shoulders to reveal her shoulders and low cutting neckline, "I think" she murmured, "that it is time we were all brought back together".
Viserys didn't speak, and she was aware in that precise moment that she had captured his attention.
She smiled temptingly, hands stopping at his chest as she brought her mouth closer to his face.
He wasn't ugly, far from it in fact, he had still retained that Targaryen youthfulness about him, though he was nowhere near his brothers level – loathe she was to admit it.
Their faces were barely an inch apart, Viserys having stilled, "I do urge you to think upon it husband" she whispered softly, eyes soft and manipulative.
She smiled, eyes flickering over to one of the servants purposely. The girl scuttles to leave, carefully closing the door behind her.
It closed with a small click.
Alicent closes the distance between them.
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