ﾟ+*:ꔫ:* 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 Alicendria Targaryen, The 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯. The 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 is 𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 with her nephew, the 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢. How could someone so perfect be inlove with someone who is 𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖒...
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Rhaenyra and Alicendria sat in Rhaenyra's chambers, the door shut tightly behind them. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the crackling Fire in the hearth.
"We need to discuss our plan," Alicendria said quietly, her eyes meeting Rhaenyra's.
"Aemond has taken over King's Landing. Aegon is now bedrest; this is our chance."
Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed, her expression grave. "
I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But our plan is risky."
"But it will be worth it, Nyra."
Rhaenyra looked away for a moment, her mind racing. Alicendria could see the worry and doubt etched on her face.
"It could cost us everything," Rhaenyra finally said, her voice hoarse.
"This has been our plan, Nyra. Ever since Rhaenys was alive. We cannot back down now."
Rhaenyra took a deep breath, her eyes fixing on Alicendria's.
"I know," she said, her voice steadier.
"But are we ready? Are we sure Aemond won't see it coming?" Alicendria leaned forward, her expression resolute.
"We have taken every precaution," she assured Rhaenyra.
"Aemond will not expect this from us. He won't know what hit him."
"Fine, you may do what we had planned. But please, keep yourself safe." Rhaenyra embraced her aunt.
"Of course, Daemon has also raised an army. I will be safe."
