OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

58 • HIS LAST WISH

It was already considered an outrage one such as he was knighted in the first place, the highborn all thought so. Now see how he comports himself! That's what they'll say, that's what they'll all say. And he cannot blame a soul other than himself.

"There is no need for brute force. Let us arrest the targaryens and Velaryons and hope that they see reason." Alicent says and Otto nods in agreement.

With whatever seal of decorum or dignity that prohibited notions of violence and death now broken, Otto shortly after took the opportunity. "Well. Then that matter is settled. There is much to be done and precious little time to act. I have letters to send to see this business secure." Otto said finally.

With this, he turned to Criston "I am sure you can be trusted to handle these matters according to our plans...Ser Criston... Have the whole rooms in the Red Keep confined and locked. The servants sent to the dungeons. No one goes in or out."

With that, the council was almost dismissed, Otto ordered the body of Lord Beesbury removed and the room was empty, with the curtains blowing swiftly against the dark hour of the King's passing.

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With the Greens on the move, all the apartments were locked, servants sent to the dungeon, the Red Keep concealed, except for the silent sisters who prepared Viserys body.

As soon Ser Criston shuts the doors of her bedchamber, Alicent began to scold him. "You should not have done that." Alicent said coldly.

"Yes. I beg your pardon, Your Grace." He said averting his gaze to the ground. "I blame my hot blood, it drives me to such lengths when I ought keep my head." Ser Criston admits with shame.

The green queen shook her head "This was not the time. You ought to be shown...control. You've killed Lord Beesbury."

"Forgive me Your Grace." Ser Criston could hardly look at her for shame, she was absolutely right.

Sighing, the Queen proceeds to drink a cup of wine, then began to pace back and forth.

"You need to be rested for tomorrow." Ser Criston urged sitting on the Queen's bed, exhaustively trying to convince her to find rest. "Your Grace" Criston try once more but still she doesn't respond.

He was beginning to wonder if she could even hear him. He stand up, making his way over. Alicent doesn't stop pacing until he stood directly in front of her.

She finally looks up, meeting his gaze and he release the breath he wasn't even aware you were holding. Reaching forward, he collects the cup and set it on the table, then removed her hand from her mouth.

The Queen's nails raw and bloody as she'd been gnawing at it endlessly. Her eyes red and puffy, it pained him to witness her in this state. Alicent has never looked so fragile.

He slowly lift her hand to his mouth, placing a tender kiss against her cuticles. He only wish she would stop hurting herself.

The Queen closes her eyes, visibly relaxing. He take it as a sign to further his efforts. Leaning in, tries to kiss her, but she looks away.

"Ser Criston, you forget yourself. I'm the Queen. We cannot have an illicit affair, it's against the Faith's beliefs. It's treason."

"Forgive me....Your Grace...I..."

"You're an honourable man, but I cannot indulge in such sins, my heart belongs to another." Alicent has a bigger reaction to this. "But I need some comfort, this grief is too much for me." Immediately wrapping her arms around him, she nuzzles her face into his shoulder. This was wrong, but she needed it. She is grieving her husband. All Ser Criston can do right now is support her in any way he could.