"What if I'm recognized."
"The small folks will pay you, no mind. Your Grace." Mysaria spoke carefully, reassuring but pragmatic.
Aenar sighs at the risk, and benefits of the plan, the thought of disguising himself and getting on a fish boat, seemed perilous, but potentiel to avert war being fought and reaching Alicent face to face was a chance that could not be ignored. "Can you make this possible in two days?" His tone was stern.
Mysaria nods, starring at the King with a boastful gaze.
"Very well then, gold will be provided at your disposal. See to it that this passage is safe to execute my plan." The King said as the a knock came banging on the door, interrupting them.
"The Queen.........Your Grace." Ser Erryk announced.
Aenar sighs. "Send her in..... that will be all Lady Mysaria, you may go."
Mysaria curtly bows and walks out the king's chambers swaying her hips, meeting the gaze of the lioness of Casterly Rock that sent a cold death mask to her marrow. The White Worm curtised. "Your Grace." Before sauntering out of the room to go hatch the king's plan.
Once the doors were locked. An awkward silence swept into the room, an odd quietness between two strangers. King Aenar returned back to his study table, staring down at the map. "Welcome." he said.
Queen Cersei wore a robe of red whale fur. She pulled it close, touched a hand to her gold hair. Aenar looked up to her figure, could see her wondering at his mild tone.
The angry words she'd obviously prepared for this meeting could be sensed leaving her mind in a welter of second thoughts.
"You came to report that House Lannister had lost its last vestige of morality," Aenar said.
"Isn't it dangerous to be that ridiculous husband?" Cersei asked.
"To be ridiculous and dangerous, a questionable alliance," he said, noting her putting down an impulse to withdraw. The effort exposed a brief glimpse of underlying fear, and he saw she'd been assigned a task not to her liking.
"Your House expect a bit too much from a Lady of the blood royal," Aenar said.
Cersei grew very still and Aenar became aware that she had locked herself into a viselike control. A heavy burden, indeed, he thought.
Slowly, the Queen relaxed. There was no point in surrendering to fear, no point in retreat, she had decided. "The weather has fallen into a very primitive pattern," she said, rubbing her arms through the robe.
"You didn't come here to talk about the weather did you?" Aenar asked. He felt that he had been submerged in double meanings.
"Are you still going to visit Alicent?" Cersei began softly.
Aenar hummed. "I am. Tis the only way to avoid this war, She holds the South, I must sway her somehow to subjection." He points out with furrowed his brows.
"How do you intend to do that?" Cersei feigned ignorance.
"You know what I mean." Aenar looks up from the map, staring at his wife brazenly. "Take her as a third wife, that's an equitable compromise to install peace on the Great Houses." He looks back down at the map with a small sigh.
"Then what of her children?"
"What about them?" Aenar didn't spare her a glance, running his hand over the map of Southern parts of Westeros.
"Don't you think they'll be threat to your ascension as King, Aegon is Viserys firstborn son, as are his siblings Aemond and Daeron."
"They're are my nephews and niece."
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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...
