OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

72 • FEUDS & MADNESS

Barreling through the iron rod gate, the green banner of the three head dragon of House Targaryen gleamed green against the sun. Parking at the courtyard, Ser Criston opens the door of the wheel house, helping the Queen down the thresholds gracefully.

Taking a deep breath, Alicent clears her throat and strides into the castle. As soon as she enters her chambers, she asked her servants to drawa quick bath. The aurburn haired was enflamed with the touch of her former lover, her thighs all jelly.

Stripping off her cloths, she soaked her body inside the tub as her handmaid washed her body soothingly. In those moments, she realized she'd committed a grave sin, pawned off to King Viserys Targaryen by her father at a young age, and ended up living an unhappy married life with the old ailling blind man, who died of leprosy.

Still, once Viserys died, she made her power move to secure the Westeros crown for her son, Aegon, at the expense of the man who still had an effect on her. Aenar was her light. They has gotten together for years, from friends with benefits to true lovers, but they're kept it quiet, unfortunately his late wife, Francesca Tully found out and tasted clay, now Lancelot Strong knows her secret, using her body for his fetish schemes, knowing how illicit it is, wanting to bed a Queen Regent.

"How are the children?" She asked Tayla, whom she had released from prison, despite her failures, she forgave and accepted her back into servitude.

"They're playing in the nursery....Your Grace." Tayla responds. "Afterwards I'll take them to Septa Mallow for their lessons." She informs.

Alicent sighs, as they washed her hair and scrubbed her body, she feels deprived of love and sensuality yet her heart ached for her brother-in-law, someone she crushed on as a teenager, father of her children, a perfect gentleman and lover.

Yet still she hasn't been able to uphold her chastity vows as a widow who is mourning her husband. If the truth gets out of her affair with King of DragonStone or the heritage of her children, the citizens will view the her fling as a carnal insult.

Nonetheless, she rose from the tub as a servant wrapped her naked body, they anionted her skin, dried her bidy, combed and brushed her hair with vanilla, then help her changed into another Green dress, before bringing her afternoon lunch.

The Queen ate and enjoyed her meal in silence, thinking of the outcome, should she refuse to accept Aenar's proposal. Once she finished feasting, she took to her embroidery, quietly humming at the needlework when a knock came on her door, thrice.

"Come!"

Ser Criston opens to the door to allow a page into her chambers.

"Your Grace." The boy curtly bows.

"Who are you?" Alicent questioned with a frown.

"Leon Rivers." He answered.

"What could a bastard possibly be doing in my chambers." Alicent gave him a stoic gaze. "Why have you come here?"

"A raven came in for you. Your Grace. I was asked to give it to you personally." The boy declares.

"A raven?" Alicent gestures him to come close, collecting the missive from the boy's outstretching hands.

"You may go." She dismissed him.

Monitoring his movement till the door was shut, a furrow of irritation showed between the Queen's brows, staring down at the grey seal and breaking it with a long sigh, by the time she unscrolled the parchment and read the content, her honey brown orbs widens in a dreadful horror.

"All men know me for the true born son of Lyonel Strong, Lord of Harrenhal, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House, and for the sake of the realm, that our beloved Viserys the Peaceful, our late king,left no true born issue of his body, the boy Aegon, the boy Aemond, the boy Daeron, and the girl Helaena being abominations born of adultery between Alicent Hightower and her brother in-law Aenar Targaryen, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim against the Queen Regent of House Hightower, her station abdicated from the Iron Throne of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the sight of the High Sparrow, under the sign and seal of Lancelot of House Strong."