OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

96 • ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM

Alicent Hightower shifted on her feet, so that she could grab the bars, her face illuminated by the scarce light that managed to infiltrate the space. On shaky legs, she stood up, as if she refused to go through with this confrontation from a position of weakness.

"YOU!!!!" Aenar's voice growled like a lion. All the adrenaline of rage seeped through his veins. Both love and hate were evident in his orbs.

Regardless of the fact that the Alicent Hightower was still behind bars. Or the fact that Aenar's mouth was hanging so widely open that it was practically scraping against the mossy ground.

"L-let me explain." She began. For what it was worth, Alicent looked just as scared about the situation, yet happy to see the face of her lover, once again.

"I'll give you two some privacy to sort things out. Whatever decision you make, the Black Council will have no choice but to accept." Rheanys informs Aenar.

"T-thank you....Princess Rhe....." Alicent says in gratitude.

"I wasn't addressing you." Rheanys rudely cuts her off, then walks away, leaving the former lovers to address the elephant in the room.

In the darkness, receding footsteps alerted the Hightower, she didn't really know how to react once her tale was recounted. Alicent didn't want to sit back down, she heard footsteps approaching largely, because the floor of the cell was so grimy and unappealing with death seeping out the walls.

Alicent melted by his presence, her chains rattled as she held the iron bars, taking in his dangerous aura, intimidated by his deadly gaze, yet scared of what he might do.

Yet she also didn't want to stay by the bars, since that gave her the perfect view of King Aenar Targaryen.

But as soon as he entered her prison, she stood tall and graceful, poised, yet reeked of frantic fret. King Aenar remained the same, tall, robust, clean cut look, well sculptured face, his white hair fell gracefully on his shoulders, with some hair behind his ears, broad shoulders, hard muscles, his face was a stand-out feature of a heart face shape with a broad forehead and cheekbones and a sharp jawline and then his eyes.....the outstanding feature of his look was his lilac eyes, gleamed like the embers of rainbow, dark like serpent, bright like jewels of onyx.

"Release her." Aenar spoke in High Valyrian as the Unsuilled soilder did as he commanded.

Alicent shudders as the shackles were removed from her ankles and wrist, she gripped her arms, rubbing them softly, yet somewhat uncomfortable of the way King Aenar stared at her like hawk, his orbs raking her figure like a carcass.

"Give me your sword." Aenar outstretched his hand as the Unsuilled gave him his valyrian steel. "Leave us. No one is to enter the cells until I step out from the entrance."

"Your Grace." The Unsuilled soilders stood at attention and marched out, shutting the gates, as they marched onto the entrance, standing on guard.

"Let us be done with this, please, I only wish to broker peace." Alicent began.

"And what do I do with you once peace is brokered?"

"You let me go. And you fly to the Red
Keep in five days' time, and you take your throne. Or you take me for a liar.I....I have neither weapon nor armor. My life itself is forfeit."

"Indeed it is ...... Queen Dowager."

"I... cast myself on the mercy of a man, who once loved me or still loves me....I suppose." Alicent sniffes. Her palms all sweaty with panic.