OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

99 • CONFESSIONS AND LIES

Queen Ceresi sealed the parchment and gave her handmaid a letter.

"Send a raven to Harrenhal immediately. Be discreet."

"At once Your Grace." The handmaid exit the room.

The golden haired sighs, walking across her room, striding into the balcony to join her brother who was enjoying the serene of DragonStone. Ser Tyland offered her a cup of wine from Lannisport, silently watching the serependty with a narrow gaze.

"One moment she's arrived, and the next he's accepted her into the small council." Tyland hissed. "Something is wrong somewhere."

"I'd venture the same. One moment he planned to have her killed, and now he's going to marry her, at my own expense. My lord husband is a fool." Cersei took a sip of her wine.

"All kings are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than the ones with crowns." Tyland remarks while peering down at his wine.

"If I had the opportunity to drive a dagger through that green snake's heart I would! Her existence disgusts me." Cersei rants. "The fact that Aenar suddenly has a change of heart towards her still shocks me." She hissed.

"Don't let Alicent get to you. She's a traitor, and whether or not she married Aenar, you're her senior wife." Tyland dismissed.

Cersei turns to her brother distraught. "Senior? She had four children with Viserys, all white haired with pure valyrian blood." She points out. " While I, have nothing."

"And who said, they'd live forever? Aenar's vengeance was must be reinstated." Tyland questioned with a deadpan.

Cersei shook her head, bitterly. "Aenar is a fool. He thinks marrying his brother's wife will make everything easier."

"Ofcourse it will, but it won't last too long, not until the whole children of Viserys are killed." Tyland murmurs.

Cersei is appalled. "If only they could disappear without a trace."

"They will my sweet sister, don't be afraid, after this charade wedding, our plan will bear fruit. For now, we must play the board before us, and await the return of Daemon, before we proceed execute our plan." he sighs deeply us, taking a sip of his wine.

Cersei sighs, and stares into the sky, watching Daenerys dragons, screech in the sky while hunting for big fishes in the sea.

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King Aenar, still refused to consummate his marriage with Cersei, leading the lioness of Casterly Rock to storm out of his chambers, furious with rejection and denial.

The targaryen King was sitting at a table in his solar. He stares blankly at a model of old valyria, lost in thought, thinking of his supposed children.

Aenar fiddles with the figurine of a valyrian dragon, Aemond had given him, a gesture which reminded him of Maekar. He kissed the dragon and places it on the model as a knock came on his door interrupting his sober moment.

"Enter!"

The doorway to the king's apartments opens, revealing Lord Commander Steffon Darklyn

Alicent Hightower stands behind the knight as he steps inside. She chews her cuticles bloody, vibrating with nerves.

"Dowager Alicent Hightower, Your Grace." Ser Steffon announced.

Alicent steps into the light of the king's apartments. Dressed in black and green, that brings out her natural beauty and the contours of her body. Her hair fell gracefully behind her back, exposing her slender neck, the green dress was sheer, showing all her curves.