The Targaryen Hybrid

The trial

It was the day that Alicent and her father had the trial.

Princess Daenys stood proud and tall, her head held high to show she was not weakened by what she went through. Her hair was done in braids on her head tide into a high pony tail half up half down style. The rest of the hair in the braid fell losely over her wings, reaching her just bellow her bottom. She wore her black leathers with a red top under her leather top she matched her father. She had her valyrian sword red rain strapped to her side. She stood in front of the king as he sat the throne along with her father and mother, and siblings all stood to the left of the throne.

Meanwhile, Aemond, Aegon, Helena, and Ser Criston stood to the right of the throne. Aemond stood tall, his eye never leaving Daenys. She had changed since the incident. She was shorter tempered. She had killed a few maid and knights for saying something that offended her. She got better with the sword, quicker than he did. She never hid her face like he did. She also wore her house colours of red and black more often now. So today, Aemond had not worn his eye patch, and he had chosen red and black clothing, too. His leather was a dark red, and his top under was black. His sword was freshly polished and sharpened rest at his hip, catching the sun rays.

Aemond was worried about what was to happen to his mother. Even if he hated her for what she did, he still loved her. Aegon couldn't care less they hurt him, and he made him feel like nothing. Helena was to in her own world to know what was really happening.

Daemon kept an eye on his daughter and his nephew. He knew Aemond was up to something, and he didn't trust him. Rhaenyra was nervous because this was her old friend they were going to punish. She didn't know if she could go through with it. Jace and the other children wanted this to stop. They wanted to go be children again.

The king sat on his throne conflicted he knew what needed to be done. He will do what needs to be done to protect his family. Otto betrayed him all this time and killed his other hand and his son so he could cause more trouble. He knew straight away it would be death for Otto, and oddly, he didn't care. But his wife that hurt more. He thought she would never do that in a way he loved her not any way near as much as he did his first, but he still loved her. He knew he couldn't stand for another wife to die by his hand.

Daenys scenting his troubles turned slowly to him before speaking softly in high valyrian.

"She does not need to die."

Viserys looked confused at Daenys, waiting for her to continue.

"You have towers with lots and lots of stairs. So high the only way out is the door of the window. Lock the door but leave the window unlocked." She whispered, tilting her head. "She does not need to die. But she has the choice."

Viserys thought about it for a little while. He had a few tall towers, one is not being used. It overlooked the kingdom. It would need cleaning and new things for it. But they can be taken from a spare room. She would not sleep like royalty no more nor be treated like one. She will take what she owns to her new room, and the doors will be locked with a knew knight at the door. Her windows would be unlocked so she could do as she pleases if she wished to live or die she could choose. He knew hardly any of the maids would make the trip to the top of the tower as it was to tiring.

While the hall was in silence for a moment, the noise of chains could be heard. A few more moments passed until the doors opened, and two knights pulled Otto and Alicent in. They were forced to their knees in front of the king and his family.

Alicent whimpered as her knees hit the ground. Her head was down, being covered by her hair that was tangled and clumpy from not being washed her once green dress was now covered in dirt and the gods only know what else. She looked like she hadn't slept in a long time. (She must not have made friends down there)