Daenerys knew where this tension was heading, so she quickly gestures a servant close by, whispering into his ear to send for Lady Mira Tully at once to come fetch her nephew. The servant nods and exit the room.
"Is the heir to the throne bothering you, Tyland?" King Maekar's tone so icy, disbelief mingling with annoyance as he stared blankly at the Master of Coin, wanting to tear him apart.
Tyland immediately paused, staring at King Aenar with wide eyes. "No. No, no, not, not in
the least, Your Grace." He swallowed hard, glancing around nervously, then landing his gaze on his sister the Queen.
Aenar nods, feigning disinterest, then glanced at Maekar. "Because I think he wants a ride. You could be his royal stead." His face was blank.
The room stiffened. Daemon almost laughed, but he smirks rolling the ball in his dish.
Cersei sighed with a sound heavy expiration. "Your Grace...."
"Wouldn't that be fun, Maekar? Should the Master of Coin, give you a ride? A pony?"
Tyland furrowed his brow. "A ride? Uh...."
"Ofcourse you know what I mean Tyland, you once went on a ride with my son's mother, did you not?" Aenar rested his arms on the table, outrightly glaring at the golden man, he still haven't forgotten his affair with Francesca, the more reason why he married Cersei, to punish House Lannister, by reducing their sister's worth, without any targaryen heirs from her loins. "Go on, Maekar will be glad to have you."
Tyland laughs nervously, looking around the room for support, but got nothing, even Cersei was livid yet kept her head high.
"My Lord husband!" Cersei inhales sharply, her voice so loud, cutting through the tension.
"There are important matters to discuss... despite my brother's interruptions." She shot a disapproving glance at Tyland.
"Very well." Aenar hummed, resting back on his seat. "No time for amusements, Tyland." He spoke in a condescending manner, his grin retuning as he relished the Lannister discomfort.
Tyland felt the wait of Aenar's mockery and sat stiffly, roaring within.
Suddenly Lady Mira comes into the room. "Your Grace....my lords." she greets.
"Ant Miia." Maekar runs to her, hugging her legs.
Aaenar smiled. "Off you go, Mae. Good boy. Thank you Lady Mira."
"Your Grace." She cutised with a smile. and left with the King's heir.
Watching her go, Aenar sat up straight, clearing his throat. "So....Where were we?" he forced the councils mind on the matter at hand.
"I hear Lady Laena has been patrolling Vhagar around Kingslanding to deter us from attacking, due to the Queen Regent threatening to put her twins to the sword." Ser Tyland clears his throat.
"Gods be good." Princess Rheanys takes a deep breath as Daenerys placed a hand on hers in comfort.
Daemon clenched his jaws, reeling with anger. Aenar said..... nothing.
Lord Massey began with heavy concern. "Our blockade has placed King's Landing under strain. And those pressures will multiply quickly, though the small folks are beginning to complain, hunger is gradually looming."
"Well, we should've just killed Otto Hightower when we had the chance. Send his head to his pious green snake of a daughter. Regrettably, the opportunity for surprise has been lost, and with it, the chance
to end this conflict quickly." Daemon spoke out dismissively, his finger's drumming idly on the table, staring at Aenar defiantly with frustration evident in his eyes.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasy"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...
