Ascending the dias, the Queen rounded the table, stepping in-between Viserys and Francesa. She greets Rheanyra with deadpan smile. "Congratulations, stepdaughter. What a blessing this is for you." Alicent placed a kiss on the king's cheeks before taking her position, eluding grace and poise whilst staring blankly at the crowd.
Francesca felt a sharp pain in her chest as Alicent had leaned forward and kissed Viserys on the cheek. She wished the King had disposed the Alicent Hightower just as he disposed her father, Otto. But now she realized Viserys played for a fool. The old man only gave empty promises without fulfilling any. Bastard.
The power Alicent had, was almost reachable to grasp, the peak of having it had been lost, if Aenar had not exposed her acts, her plans would still fall through, howbeit Francesa's mind was just wrapped around schemes, she was finding a solution to change her husband's mind, perhaps a miracle to favor her cause.
After a moment, the King says. "Please be seated."
Chairs scraped against the floor, as they were pulled out, the guests all obeyed and took their seats on the king's command. Deep within, Daenerys was filled with ice cold rage, as Lord Jon was quick to grasp her hand, acting like an anchor to subside her rage.
Rheanyra was reeling from the display in of her former friend, she doesn't know what made Alicent commit to the act, only that now, there was no little chance of reconciliation, except war. It finally glared before her face who Alicent Hightower is
Queen Alicent glanced over at Aenar, as did he daze seem to break, only when their eyes meet was everything in the room insignificant except them. They stared at each other for a while, even Francesca didn't say a word but gulped her tongue in jealously and hurt.
Howbeit, there was no more warmth in the orbs of Aenar and Alicent, except cold, hard, distant brokenness, unforgiveness, revenge, though their hearts said otherwise. The longing was there, but the fire had been quenched, leaving them at a bridge of war.
Sighing Aenar looks away, sipping his wine, Alicent gulps the lump in her throat, averting her gaze to her subjects, taking hold of the goblet before her with shaky hands and bringing the rim to her lips with rage.
Both of them could feel each other pulling away. Aenar's felt it was his fault, ghosting and gaslighting, he had not preserved their relationship, was cold to her, never took her serious, more or less value what they had for years, but with the rift in their marriages and actions of Otto Hightower, had bridged the gap.
Couching, King Viserys seemed at loss. "Where was I?" He softly asked in a whisper, since his wife ruined his speech.
"The joining of the two houses, Your Grace." Francesca replies softly with a faint smile.
Queen Alicent gave his mistress a bombastic side eye.
Viserys nods, clearing his throat. "Yes. With House Targaryen and House Velaryon united." He adorns a smile speaking up. "I hope to herald in a second Age of Dragons in the new era of Westeros."
Applause and cheers broke out, hands thumping on tables. Particularly, the Velaryons, still being the loudest of the lot.
"And after tonight's small affair..." Viserys jokes." The crowd laughs. "Seven days of tournament and feasting. At the end of it all... At the end of it all, a royal wedding, between my daughter, and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark." The King smiles at Rheanyra, then at Daenerys. Happy to see his daughters by his side.
The crowd applaud and cheered when the King ended his speech. The riotous applaud that filled the room as drumming begins. Rheanyra and Laenor took the dance floor. Walking hand in hand in elegance.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasi"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...
