Perzys Ānogār || Jacaerys Velaryon & Baela Targaryen

Chapter Eleven

Late 10th moon of 133 AC

"Can we hurry up and get this over with please?" Laenys grumbles, "I'm quite famished.'

Rhaenys sighs from beside her, "We have to wait for the others."

"Such as who, we're all here?" Baela questions

Before anyone can say anything, the doors to the council room open, and in comes Aemond and Helaena with Ser Harrold following closely behind them.

"Mother, why must he be here?" Laenys questions, irritation lacing her voice.

Daemon looks down with a laugh as Rhaenyra sighs deeply, "Because this concerns him and the rest of our family."

Laenys rolls her eyes but perks up as she hears loud cursing coming toward the council chambers. She looks to the door as Ser Lorent drags in a rugged Aegon.

"This is just perfect," she mumbles under her breath causing her grandmother to give her a sharp look.

Aegon looks around the room noticing only his extended family and siblings are in the room, "Why have you had me dragged here? I was having a rather nice encounter with a whore."

Aemond glares at his brother from his seat next to Helaena, "Sit down, brother."

The elder prince tries to protest but is forced into a seat by the knight handling him.

"Now can we start?" Laenys asks once again.

"Yes," Her mother says standing up, "As some of you may know, our father, the King passed in his sleep late last night. Upon his death, the former small council began planning to put Aegon on the throne before my children stumbled upon them in this room. The Hand, Ser Otto, and Ser Criston Cole then sent Ser Arryk into my chambers with the intent of assassinating me and then the rest of my family. For that, they were put in the black cells and will be put to death."

Aemond shoots up causing Jace and Luce to stand, gripping their swords. Aemond glares at his two nephews while Helaena tries to calm him down.

The one-eyed prince sucks his teeth sharply and looks at his eldest sister, "What of my mother and the rest of the council?"

"Your mother is currently confined to her apartments. She will not be put to death, but she will have a trial after my coronation, as will the rest of the council," Princess Rhaenyra informs him.

Aemond hums, clearly unhappy but sits down. Once he sits, Jace and Luce sit as well.

"As we speak, a Maester is sending ravens to every house to inform them that they are to come to Kingslanding within a moon to honor the late King and celebrate the crowning of his successor with seven days of festivities. It is not said who succeeded him since we are unsure which houses expected Aegon to become king. The raven being sent to Oldtown also orders Prince Daeron to return here immediately," At that Laenys smiles a bit, happy that her childhood friend and uncle will be returning.

"Since neither of you are going to ask," Aegon says abruptly toward his siblings, "Do you plan to kill us?

"What? No! Gods, I will never kill any of you," Rhaenyra states, taken aback, "However, there will be changes."

Aegon groans, "Such as what?"

"If I hear that you, or anyone in this room for that matter, has harassed or forced yourself onto anyone, I will have you gilded and sent to the wall."

"Okay," the prince says begrudgingly, "But I have a request."

Laenys groans loudly, already annoyed at the length of the conversation but is ignored by everyone, "What would that be?"

"An annulment. I never wanted to marry Helaena nor did she," He says, voice completely serious, "I love my children as much as I can, but I don't love Helaena that way."

Rhaenyra looks toward her sister with sympathy, "Helaena?"

Everyone looks toward the girl in question while she looks at the table with a neutral expression, "Black meets green in the nest as the dance halts," she murmurs.

Laenys looks at the girl curiously while Rhaenyra says her name again.

"Will my children keep their titles," Helaena suddenly asks, looking at her elder sister.

"Yes, as long as you are sure this is what you want," the elder princess reassures.

Aegon looks at his sister-wife with a small amount of hope as she says, "Then yes, I agree to an annulment."

"Good, then that is settled," Rhaenyra nods at her two siblings, "It will be formally announced on the first day of celebrations with the Lords of the Realms. More information concerning the coming celebrations will be discussed a week from now."

"We will also be having a private funeral for our late King in two days' time at midday. You all are to attend. You're dismissed," She says finally.

Laenys stands and quickly strolls out of the room, heading toward the kitchen. She had been starving since she'd woken up nearly two hours ago.

The princess turns around when she hears footsteps following her and sees Baela trying to catch up to her.

"You could have waited for me, Nys," Baela says with a mock glare as she loops their arms.

"I'm hungry. You know I'm not patient when I'm hungry," the princess grumbles.

The silver-haired girl lets out an airy laugh, "You're not wrong. You know when you're also impatient?"

Laenys looks over and notices the mischievous glint in her eyes causing her to pause, "Baela, don't start something you can't finish. I have a lot of pent-up energy right now," She whispers in a warning tone.

"It's always better when you're all pent-up," Baela whispers, pulling them into an empty corridor, "Remember when we were in Dragonstone right after Luce left to fight in the Stepstones? You had so many thoughts going through your pretty little head, and we ended up-."

The princess pushes her against the wall and places her hand over the other girl's mouth, "I already have very little patience right now and you're pushing them."

Baela removes Laenys' hand from her mouth and leans forward to kiss her lightly, "That's the point. Now we're going to go get you some food and then we're going to go your room."

The princess groans as they interloop their arms and begin walking toward the kitchens again.

"have you noticed thar Jacaerys is kind of... handsome now," Baela says suddenly.

"Gods, Baela," Laenys exclaims.

Baela shrugs, "What? You can't tell me he isn't. I mean he's tall, he has those sharp Valyrian features, and hair that's nearly as perfect as yours."

Laenys looks into the kitchens as the walk-in, "He's my brother and he might as well be yours as well."

"We're Targaryens. We kind of have a knack for fucking each other. Such as you and me," Baela retorts, "You know I'm right. That's why you won't deny it."

The dark-haired girl looks at her cousin suspiciously, "Are you trying to say you wish to fuck my brother?"

"I wish to fuck you both," Baela whispers to her as a kitchen worker walks by.

"Gods, you're vulgar."

Baela smiles lazily, "And you love it."