"I am forever at your service, My Queen." Ser Larys Strong curtly bows at Queen Alicent at the end of their conversation. The clubfoot watches the aurburn trail down the stairs of the Red Keep as a mischievous smirk, grew on his face.
With the conflict between Aenar and Francesa, Daemon and Viserys, Alicent and Rheanyra, Larys tells the Queen she can rely on him, already he had a hand in turning the two best friends against each other, positioning himself as a trustee.
Scandalous, dishonour, not only to Rheanyra, but to the whole royal family. The princess losing her virginity, makes her less desirable as a wife, which could make it harder and make a good alliance for marriage. Incest and adultery are considered sins by the Faith of the Seven and Queen Alicent Hightower is now officially devoted.
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"Rest now, Your Grace. I will bring the leeches." Grand Maester Mellos tenders to the King.
"If I may, Grand Maester, I took the liberty of preparing a fresh set of herbal poultices
that might be more... effective." The dark skinned man offered.
"That will not be necessary, Orwyle." The old man dismissed. "The leechings have always brought His Grace relief." He says grimly with pride.
"To help him sleep." Orwyle offered a bottle to Lord Lyonel as the man pooped the top open.
Tired. The King enquires about his wife's whereabouts. "Where's the Queen?" He asks.
Before Lord Lyonel could respond, the doors swung open revealing Princess Daenerys and her two year old son Ned.
"Father?!"
"Danny? Oh Daenerys my darling, when did you arrive?"
"This morrow, you weren't in the castle, I was told you left for Driftmark. Francesca wrote to me about the wedding, so I came to Rheanyra and help her prepare." She smiles down at the old man, planting a kiss on his clammy forehead.
"That is judicious. Very good." Viserys smiles up at her. "Where's Lord Arryn?"
"He arrives tomorrow.." Daenerys smiles down at him.
"Gran Pa!" Ned cooed, rushing to the King's side.
"Oh my grandson. Eddard!" Viserys chuckles as Ned comes to hold his right hand. The child's tuft hair is a mixture of silver white and black, he had honey brown orbs like his father Jon Arryn and skin like Daenerys.
"A targaryen prince he is. So sturdy, handsome, will you be a knight eh?"
"Uh huh." Ned replies tugging his grandfather's hands as he bops.
Viserys laughs. "That's my grandson." He proudly says.
Daenerys notices her father's condition and turns to Lord Lyonel. "Where is Alicent, she should be here tendering to her husband?"
"I was given to understand that she is otherwise occupied, Princess." The Master of Laws replies.
Daenerys hissed. "She's never competent to fulfill her role in anything, rather pursue other adventures." She spat with disgust, turning to the other side to check on her father's pulse.
"How's your condition father?" Daenerys asked, noticing he was running a little temperature.
"The seas didn't do me well child. But it's all good." Viserys tells her while tugging Ned's hand, allowing the young lad stride to his valyrian model.
"Don't lie to me father. I did hear Maester Mellos talking about leeches again?" Daenerys arched a brow.
"Yes love, to me help me sleep."
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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...
