Hues Of Labyrinth || Klaus Targaryen

06 • THE GREEN QUEEN & THE BLACK PRINCESS

Excluding herself from the feast, Queen Alicent Hightower stormed into her chambers, her cheeks hot with fury, ranting and raging at the return of Klaus Targaryen. Her Ex.

Instantly, memories started hunting the Green Queen, memories of the past, her memories with the King's brother was all coming back in hues.

"After seven years!" she cried as her ladies began to fuss around her. "Seven years of not responding to my letters! Seven whole years of ghosting me, and he chooses now to come back!?"

Her closest friend, Margaery Tyrell, began to undo the Queen's tight tresses. "Do not fret, Your Grace. Prince Klaus is reckless and wild. It won't be long before the King sees wisdom and sends him back to the Stepstones, or even banish him like he did Prince Daemon."

Alicent rubbed her temples furiously. "If only my father were here to steer Viserys on the right path. He wouldn't hesitate to give the King a council of judgement."

"You cannot say, your father will be partial...Your Grace."

"No, but he'll be partial to me! Only me!" Alicent exclaimed. Placing a hand on her stomach to relax. "Klaus return is rather suspicious, I'd venture."

Her maids finished undressing her for the evening just as the king himself entered in his night garment "Good evening, my love," he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Despite herself, the queen couldn't help but feign a smile. "My king. Lord husband."

Viserys feigned shock. "My king? No, 'my love,' or, 'my brave dragon?'"

Alicent giggled like a girl as she ordered her maids out. "Very well then, my big, great and mighty dragon?"

Her husband led her to the bed slowly, and raised her skirts to put another babe in her womb. And Alicent quickly forgot about Klaus Targaryen and the night he took her virginity.

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The next morning Alicent dressed in an olive colored gown that brought out her aurburn curls, which she left in a simply half-up style. Her maids slipped a simple gold and pearl tiara into her hair, and the queen was ready.

"Your Grace is scheduled for an audience with your uncle, Lord Horbet Hightower," Margaery informed her as Alicent and her ladies strode through the Red Keep. "He has been..." she grimaced, "insistent, that he meet with you."

"Most likely to discuss the arrival of a certain prince," the queen grumbled.

Before her lady could continue, the sound of childish giggles met them, and Princess Rhaenyra came bounding down the grand staircase on the arm of her uncle.

"I won, and you know it," the princess insisted.

Prince Klaus shook his head adamantly. "Come now, dearest niece. We both know Viserion could outpace your Syrax any day."

The princess, with her petulant mouth and spoiled demeanor, narrowed her eyes. "Your Viserion is well into his years, uncle. Perhaps he is starting to slow down."

Klaus returned her narrowed gaze. "Say that again, niece."

A shiver ran through Alicent at his tone, she missed Klaus touch, seeing with another woman made her boil, but Rhaenyra was undeterred. Unfortunately, the princess chose that moment to spot the Green Queen and her ladies standing at the base of the steps.

"Good morrow, Your Grace," Rheanyra greets coldly. "My uncle and I had just gone out riding this morning."

Alicent pretended to care. "Fascinating. I see my good-brother has yet to visit the streets of Flea Bottom, as he used to frequently inhabit in his youth."