OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

95 • FACE TO FACE

Princess Rheanys asked Lady Mira to escort Viserys children back to their chamber, as did Laena who took her daughters and nephews back to their abord.

"How did Viserys children get here?" Aenar asked Rheanys. "You had them kidnapped?"

Cersei too was curious to know the truth as well.

Rheanys looked at Mysaria. The King turns to the White Worm' for an explanation.

"I thought it's best to have the ursupers children hostage, Your Grace, a better way to seize the iron throne."

"But they wouldn't have been taken hostage without Alicent knowing." Aenar counters.

Lord Corlys hummed. "Indeed Your Grace, at least we have the upper advantage now, new dragon rider, Laena and Laenor on my side, with Aegon and his siblings, here on DragonStone, Otto Hightower has no choice but to give up the iron throne." He tries to sway the King, not wanting to expose Alicent's presence on DragonStone, for that was another surprise on its own.

"Otto will have no choice, but thanks to Mysaria we were able to rescue my children, and grandchildren...." Rheanys smiles look proudly at the White Worm'.

"And, even then, they wouldn't have listened to me if I hadn't been accompanied by a letter bearing your seal and signature," Mysaria pressed on.

"You gave an order without my permission?" Aenar arched a brow at her audacity.

"You told me to deliver food to Kingslanding, and get dragon seeds to come to DragonStone, tis was the only way to have your enemies taken from their Keep, Your Grace." Mysaria defends. "Infact the people await your arrival heedlessly."

Aenar nodded his head slightly, a silent way of patting himself on the back. He'd known that there would be animosity amongst her ranks thanks to her bold decision. Whilst he travelled from the Riverlands to Dragonstone, a window could have presented itself for his advisors to kill the idea before it properly took hold.

He was more relieved than ever that Mysaria had the forethought to send a letter ahead of his arrival, ensuring that her plans remained intact by the time he returned.

"I still don't want to believe this," Cersei argued. "The whole notion is…ludicrous."

Aenar arched an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"You've…you've invited civilians into our fold!" She sputtered through her response, as if she were incensed by her apparent confusion of having Alicent's children here on her home, she felt threatened.

"Those children are the weapons of the Greens." Aenar argued stonily.

"And the civilians? The bastards seeds, do we have to keep taking in more plebians."

Aenar sighs. "They have dragon blood, my kin."

"Civilians who claim to hold the blood of Targaryens of old. It would have been bad enough if they were asking to join our ranks in the army, but they seem to be working under the illusion that they could have a dragon underneath before too long. And they claim that they've been given that promise by you."

It was now the make or break moment. Cersei was glaring at him as two lords suddenly approaches them in the corridor.

"Your Grace."