OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

112 • SEEDS OF MALICE

Queen Alicent stood up and approached her window. She recalled when the netizens chased her and Laena few weeks ago, and now here she was riding out with her husband to witness his coronation. If only she had imbued herself with more wisdom perhaps her father would still be Hand of the King.

Alicent wanted nothing more than for the wait to be over, on one hand. She prayed for Ser Criston's safety. On the other, if Daemon returned, her father would be dead or close to it. It was a strange thought, her own father's imminent death.

It would not be like Viserys', her father would die quite violently, she was sure. He brought it on himself, he brought the lack of sadness his family felt on himself. In losing his influence and his family's compliance, he had sunk lower than they ever imagined.

How strange it was to care so deeply about one who was but a guard to her not so long ago but to react so lightly to her fathers demise.

It was almost absurd to think, the man she once had a fetish coitus with, was soon to secure his death. Lancelot Strong, the clubfoot, the thought of him drove Alicent crazy, the things she did with him, still haunts her. It's only a matter of time his death would sonner wash the chaos he created.

She clasped her hand to her green necklace and kept staring at the country. Muttering silent prayers to the Seven Gods.

Not too long, a knock came ringing on her door thrice.

"Come."

Entering the room. King Aenar strides into the cellar as Ser Harrold shuts the door, he noticed his wife being moody. "Is everything alright my love?"

Alicent half smiles. "No. It's just that, I've come to accept that my Father will be put to the sword, once he's arrested. Not that he doesn't deserve it. I..." She paused. "It breaks my heart to see how corrupted he's become, his corruption over me..."

"Hey..... You're not corrupt. You we're manipulated and abused emotionally and mentally and physically drained by the men around you, even I included, but no more Alicent. You are strong, beautiful, powerful and Enough and I love you, even with your flaws.."  the King pecks her forehead.

Alicent embraced him. "I love you too husband." She murmurs, inhaling his scent.

"Once all these are over. You needn't worry about anything." Aenar held her shoulder with assurance.

"I only hope that in the end that honor and decency will prevail. We need to hue to that and to each other." Alicent says breezily as the King brushed her lips with a kiss, swept her off her feet and took her to her bed as they made love.

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Later in the day, the King Aenar went to courtyard to train with his Lord Boremurd's second son Ser Orys Baratheon. His childhood friend, the lad was engaged to Mira Tully, and since her death he's shut his heart from falling In love. But there have been rumours of him and Princess Rheanyra being romantically involved behind closed doors. Rumours without evidence.