Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen

71 • KISSING THE ENEMY

His eyes were mesmerizing.

The more Alicent grew intoxicated by his companionship, the likelier she was to apologise for everything she'd done. The choices she'd made meant that her only option now was to walk away. And yet she lingered, not resisting the hold the other woman currently had on her.

"What happened to us, Alicent?" Aenar asked quietly, staring at the woman he once loved and still loves.

"Life," Alicent replied simply. "I wish that we could just blame those endless voices who have been whispering in our ears from the very beginning. But we are just as much at fault for what awaits us."

"Doesn't that mean that we have a duty to try to correct that? There's enough time, to make amends? "

"Haven't we tried that in the past? To little avail? Then what do I get in return from your impunity?"

"That all changed when you married my brother, do not think I felt angry he chose to marry you. I had no choice."

Alicent hissed. "You had a choice." She held his gaze. "You had a choice, but you let Viserys choose for you, he gave you his mistress...."

Aenar interjects. "I didn't know Francesca was having an affair with him whilst Aemma was still alive, so don't blame me, for all that is at fault, despite Viserys dastardly deeds, he choose me as heir, and you listened to my brother I believe that we were making good progress until that moment. Once you listened to his tale about the Conqueror and mistook his meaning, you thought the path you were travelling upon was a just one. I...I don't begrudge you that, though I resent the fact that you didn't first explain yourself to me."

Alicent scoffed. "What would you have done? You would have slit my throat, seeing as I was the only one who heard the King's final whispers."

Aenar looked shocked. "I could never hurt you like that."

"Says the one who held a blade to my stomach a while ago. Either you're a liar or your threat is an empty one. Which is it? Is there anything stopping me from leaving right this very second?" Alicent boldy spoke, unfrightened.

"You could have gone whenever you wanted. We both know that. But you stay. Because you know I'm right. Or you want to believe that I'm right."

"It doesn't matter what I believe."

"Of course it does..... I know you mud flower." Aenar whispers.

"Don't call me that!" Alicent glares at him. "We are no longer acquainted. What makes you think I'd trust you with the safety of my children. Of course it doesn't matter. The kingdom is already at war. Whatever I say now, it won't change a thing."

"It's not about words, Alicent. It's about actions. You wield more power than you realise. You hold more influence than you care to admit."

"It's a pipe dream, Aenar. Perhaps you've grown weary after your travels to Astapour. Go back to your lion cub on DragonStone." Alicent gracefully blew off her candles and tried to stand up, but Aenar's firms hands, pulled her back in an instant.

"I'm not done, talking woman, get back here." He grits. "Don't walk away from me." His tone was dark in warning.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me." Alicent scowled at his face. She swallowed hard, staring down at his lips, her gaze flickered as he held her orbs in silence, her breath hitched, chest rising and falling, gods she wanted to kiss those sexy lips his, drag him down her body and dance her tongue in his mouth and ravish his lips and kiss him hungrily with sass. But she was in the Sept of Baelor. The holy grounds of the Seven Gods.