Ser Criston were stood outside the Queen's chambers for a few hours now. Alicent has long gone to bed. So tonight his post would be taken over by Ser Erryk Cargyll.
A few moments pass before he noticed a figure walking towards him down the dark hallway. Too short to be Erryk he thought, it was definitely a woman.
Ser Criston quickly made out who it was as she rushed towards him Alicent's handmaiden Talya, seemingly out of breath and frantic.
"Is the Queen in her chambers?" The shorter woman asks and he nod. She moves forward at an attempt to enter, but Ser Criston stepped in between her and the door before she could.
"Her Grace is asleep, Talya."
"Ser Criston you don't understand, I have to speak to the Queen urgently. It is a matter of utmost importance."
Taking note of the desperation in her tone he questioned the poor woman no further. Stepping aside, he let her in.
Several moments of quiet passed before he heard a loud noise coming from inside of the Queen's chambers. Ser Criston rushed in without another moment's thought.
He met with the sight of Alicent on the ground, clutching her chest. Talya by her side as she tries to help her up.
"Your Grace–"
Growing increasingly worried he quickly make his way over to Alicent.
"Talya what has happened?" Ser Criston practically shouted.
Her handmaiden takes a beat too long to respond, so Alicent answers for her.
"The King is dead. Ser Criston." Alicent's eyes welled up tears. "Viserys is gone." tears streamed down her cheeks."You're sure?" she sobs.
"With his own eyes, Your Grace."
"Uh......leave me Ser Criston, wait outside." Alicent dismissed.
"Your Grace." The Dornish knight curtly bows and exit the chamber.
Alicent yanks out of the bed. "Stay here. Tayla. Tell, tell no one." She sniffed. "Help me dress." she ordered as the handmaid went to bring a green garb for her to change into.
Shuddering, Queen Alicent dressed up, reminiscing everything Viserys had said about Aegon. Finally the moment she's been waiting for has come, tis time for her to seize power, and put everyone in their place, most especially Rheanyra, Daenerys, Laenor, Daemon, Laena, and most especially ursurp the iron throne from Aenar Targaryen.
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"Who knows?" Otto asked sat opposite the Queen.
Alicent fiddled with the rings in her fingers, "My handmaiden, Talya. Some of the servants. Ser Criston." She replies solemnly.
"What of Rheanyra, Laenor and Laena?" Otto inquires.
Alicent sighs. "They're all abed."
Otto inhales deeply. "Daemon And Aenar?"
"The Prince Regent should be.....I suppose DragonStone. I cannot say. Aenar has been gone for almost one month, two weeks and four days to gods know where." Alicent murmurs bitterly.
"We must act quickly, and overrule Viserys wishes..... before Aenar returns." Otto deadpans.
"I saw Viserys last night.....he spoke of some wholly dream. before he--" she paused. "He told me he wished for Aegon to be king."
Otto leaned his hands on his table, staring at his daughter with a strict glare.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
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