HOTD SI: The Bloody Prince (OC x Rhaenyra)(OC x Alicent)

Part 20

Chapter 20

OTTO HIGHTOWER

Otto Hightower rushed towards his daughter's room, furious at the failure of his plans, and at the guards for letting that confrontation between Daemon and Alicent happen.

"How could you let this happen?" he roared at the guards as he rushed towards her room and the men looked down, guiltily.

"Sir, it was the King's chambers, she ordered us to stay back, and we a..."

"You serve at my behest, not at my daughter's!" he admonished the two idiots, realizing that he might have been too lax in his behaviour.

He reached her room and flung into the doors adn watched her sitting there, tears welled up in her eyes as she sat huddled in her bed, her late wife's dress still covering her.

"My dear," he walked upto her and sat down beside her, and taking her and he looked her in the eye.

"What did he do to you?" he asked, already imagining the worst, and she shook her head as she wailed.

"Nothing," she replied stiffly, and yet he knew that to be a lie, for as he moved her arm, he saw it. A bruise covered her neck, and immediately his blood boiled.

"He did that to you," he asked, his voice chilling. How dare that bastard have the audacity to touch his daughter? he saw her still as she rushed to cover up her neck, but he asked again.

"Answer me, Alicent!" he roared. He saw her shrink back as she slowly nodded her head, and his fists balled up as he gulped.

"Did he do anything else..." he asked cautiously, and she shook her head.

"NO!" she replied immediately. And he sighed, and yet he knew rumors would fly, for that was the nature of the Royal Court. He could try and suppress them, and yet he could do much more than that.

"Did you go to the King's chambers then?" he suddenly asked and saw her eyes widen as she shook her head. And he ground his teeth. Had she done that, the King would have seen her wounds and maybe sympathized with her.

"Get me a master!" he shouted at the servant as he stood up from her bed and began to pace, realizing that another one of his plans had been foiled.

"But what was he even doing there? I was told that he was in the city, drinking and whoring away with his men from the city watch," he questioned as he paced before he looked at his guard.

"I believe it might be because of Prince Aegon," suddenly one of his men spoke up, and he perked up at those words.

"The Prince? What does he have to do with all this," and he missed in his surprise how his own daughter paled at those words, stilling as if waiting for a haunting discovery.

"I was told that the Prince went to the city and had an altercation with his father. I don't know the details of what transpired between the two..."

"Find me the details," he ordered, and the man nodded and walked out of the room.

Then, the master arrived and began to examine the wound on his daughter's neck as his mind raced to think of what to do. Somehow, it seems that his plans or intentions have been predicted and seen through. Regardless of how it was evident that Daemon's position was only set to grow stronger in the court. And he had an inkling that it was all because of him.

Aegon. That bastard. He was finally revealing his true colors.

"It is a flesh wound. It is rather severe and will take some time to heal, but thankfully, it will leave no scar. I will have an ointment sent for the young lady," the acolyte informed him, and he nodded, thankful that there would be no scar to mar his daughter's beauty.