OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

50 • WE LIGHT THE WAY

Francesca tries to downplay Aenar like she was spewing gibberish. The Tully stood tall, feigning ignorance, pretending he hadn't heard him right, only to be offered a parchment of divorce.

Aenar outstretched his hand looking up at her from his table. "Take it." He gestures her coldly.

Francesca held his gaze, then approached the table, taking the parchment from her husband. She reluctantly stares at it, until her eyes widened in shock. "Wh-what what is the meaning of this?" She stutters.

Aenar stood up and rounded the table. "An annulment document to dismiss our marriage." He tells her before going to jam the locks of the door.

Francesca began to stutter. "I...I don't under-stand... An annulment for wh-what, why are you asking for separation, when I've done nothing wrong?...... What is the meaning of this Aenar? Are you planning on leaving me for Alicent again to get closer to her now that Viserys has made you Hand of the King?.....Aaah!" She held her cheek.

Francesca held her cheek in shock. "D-did you just hit me?"

Aenar slaps her again.

"Aah!"

"Wasn't that how Ser Tyland slapped you, when he fucked you, with Lord Jason Lannister?"

Francesca widened her orbs, the paper fell from her hand like a leaf, flying in the air and falling to the ground. "A-a-a-Aenar."

The Prince picks up the paper. "I should have known you were just a wolf in sheep clothing, but I thought wrong. How foolish of me, to believe you were an decent lady, more decent than I am." He air quotes.

Francesca tries to near him, but Aenar gave her another slap. "Aah!"

"The whore of the seven kingdoms... Isn't that what they call you? Hmm? My own wife! Being passed over from one man to the other. You seem to be quite popular amongst the men of the Red Keep, both old and young has seen your skirts." Aenar hissed with venom.

Francesca held her other cheeks on the verge of tears. "Aenar I..I. I can explain."

"Those crocodile tears won't fool me, I know what you are Francesca, you're a collosal disgrace to both our houses, a tumour that should be cut out from society." Aenar spats.

Brazenly, the Tully tries to argue in retorts "As you should as well. Bedding the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms....Aah!"

Aenar slaps her again, this time grabs holds of her neck and slams her back hard on the wall, forcefully grabbing her neck, making her choke. "Alicent is a more honourable Queen than you'll ever be. You slut!" He snapped as his wife held his callused hands on her throat. "You dare rub shoulders with a woman the realm holds in high esteem! In high regard! when your dirty façade is etched at every corner of the Red Keep? Huh Francesa really? How dare you embarrass me?" Aenar flares up.

Francesca gasped for air.

"How dare you raise another man's children in my household? You think I wouldn't find out about Elissa being Vaemond Velaryon's bastard?!"

The Tully widens her orbs like death was snatching her soul away.

"Or Maeker being Lord Lyonel Strong's bastard? Did you think I would be stupid enough to watch you commit paternity fraud! DID YOU THINK ME A FOOL!" Aenar tightens his grip on her throat.

Francesca choked beyond protest. Her grip on Aenar's hand was so hard, her eyes pleaded with him.

"You slept with my brother. Daemon, right before we were betrothed." Aenar rumbled with fury.

Tears fell on Francesca's cheeks as Aenar rants on

"You think I wouldn't find out about your illicit affairs. Your handmaid Jocelyn told me everything.....she showed me the letter Jeyn left before she was murdered!"