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"I believe the girl has already asked you to leave her alone, Ser Jason."
Rhaenyra's voice is low, her tone is dangerous and her smile is sharp. Alicent shivers, she feels the harmful energy emanating from her lover, she knows that she is playing too close to the fire, and without caution, she will get burnt.
"Your Grace" - Jason Lannister bows next to her, and Alicent feels like she can barely breathe when Rhaenyra walks close to them - "I meant no offense."
"You should leave, ser Jason, I am sure others are waiting for your presence at feast."
The Lannister lord walks as he bows to them, he doesn't smile and Alicent can sense the nervous energy from him, she has to hide a smile.
"My Princess" - He bows at Rhaenyra - "My Queen" - he bows at Alicent.
His feet are light against the floor and Alicent watches as he leaves, she likes the way Rhaenyra's gaze feels heavy against her skin, she likes the way she can sense her outburst before she even blinks.
Rhaenyra turns to look at Ser Criston Cole, he stands next to the door, and Alicent fears for his life.
"Out" - He doesn't move, only stares at Alicent - "Out!"
Alicent nods at him, and his armor makes the loudest of the noises as he excuses himself.
"What were you thinking, Alicent?" - her voice makes Alicent ache with desire - "Being alone with a man like that?"
Alicent feels lucky tonight, so she keeps pushing Rhaenyra on.
"Ser Criston was accompanying me, and isn't the Queen allowed to go anywhere she wants inside her own castle?"
"Ser Criston this, Ser Criston that. Enough about him!"
Rhaenyra has a deep fire inside her eyes, the dragon fire.
"What do you want me to say Rhaenyra? I am a married lady on a walk with an honorable lord accompanied by her appointed knight, the knight you appointed if you have forgotten."
Rhaenyra growls at her, Alicent doesn't feel intimidated.
"My father may allow this to happen, Lady Alicent" - Rhaenyra walks closer to her - "But I won't."
Alicent does a sharp intake of air, the room always feels warmer with Rhaenyra in it, but she feels like she is on fire when Rhaenyra grabs her chin.
"The next alpha that touches you will lose their hands."
Alicent smiles at her, staring deep into the lilac eyes.
"And what about my husband? Will you cut him and let the Old Valyria blood run on the floor?"
Rhaenyra doesn't answer her, as is expected of her. Alicent thinks that she stepped too far this time.
"He still thinks that the baby that I am carrying is his."
Alicent can see the worry on Rhaenyra's face when she mentions the child, it is still small in her womb, and few know about it.
"And he suspects something about Aegon?"
Alicent laughs, hands coming to rest on Rhaenyra's shoulders.
"Aegon is two, Rhaenyra" - Rhaenyra smiles, her cheeks filling with a deep red color, and her hand drops from Alicent's chin to her neck - "And your father can't stop talking about how pretty he is, he calls him an angel. Even if we fucked in front of him he wouldn't be able to see the truth."
Rhaenyra's smile drops from her face, and Alicent feels her mood souring.
"Do you think he knows?"
When Alicent looks at Rhaenyra, in moments like this, she looks more like a child who is looking for guidance than the strong alpha who wanted to murder someone moments prior, it makes her boil with need. This is one of the reasons she allowed herself to start this affair in the first place.
Those are the moments she can take the worry out of Rhaenyra's shoulders, when the other girl allows her to take care of them, with devotion she brings her hands to Rhaenyra's cheeks, caressing her cheekbones.
"Of course not, my dear, he might get suspicious if we don't go back to the feast though."
Alicent smiles at her, and Rhaenyra's lips taste bittersweet against hers.
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"They should have some shame."
Harwin laughs, a good belly laugh, and Larys looks at him with a vile look.
"Oh please brother, are you worried that queen's children are bastards? When she had them with the heir herself?"
Larys blushes, but his brother's laugh is contagious, and he finds himself laughing against his wine glass.
"Do you think Rhaenyra will mark her when the King dies?"
Harwin nods, cutting the meat on his plate.
"I think that the Princess would mark her now if she could, look at her face!"
Larys looks at the princess, she is sitting by her father and she stares at Alicent as he whispers into her ear. Larys wants to call his fathers attention, how can they work hard to bury the gossip that the queen has an affair with her stepdaughter when the people in question are openly eye-fucking each other?
Aegon moves from the place where he is sitting with the maids, he is quickly on his feet moving towards Viserys. The king smiles at him, and Rhaenyra breaks her eye contact with Alicent to look at the babe, her babe.
Viserys grab him from the floor, wordlessly dismissing the maids, and the Aegon giggles, clearly happy with the attention.
He turns on his lap, looking for his mother. Alicent is quick to get to Viserys side, she lays a delicate hand on his arm, helping him hold Aegon. She smiles at him as he thanks her for the support, and Rhaenyra watches.
Larys silently wishes for the king not to live for long, it will all be easier once he dies and Rhaenyra claims Alicent as hers. Then, the real dragons will show their faces and he will finally feel proud to be part of this now sad kingdom.
Most of the people in court wish for the same thing, he knows, for Rhaenyra to ascend to the throne and lay her mark on Alicent. She has the dragon fire warm in her blood, she is unpredictable, restless, and chaotic, and she will be the greatest ruler they have ever seen.
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Alicent knows that Rhaenyra is going to do something stupid even before she acts. She is sitting by Viserys, on the royal stage but she is uneasy in her place, staring at her lover from afar. Rhaenyra stands on a black horse, her armor is all black and it imitates the one her uncle used to wear, it resembles a dragon and it makes Alicent's mouth dry.
The king claps as the knights present themselves to the court, asking omegas for their favors. It is customary for her to give her favor to her appointed champion, her knight and friend, Ser Criston, Viserys always laughs at him in a way that makes the knight blush but always allows her to give him her ribbons.
Viserys is excited to see the way Rhaenyra will perform, she has only been allowed to enter tournaments like this recently and it fills Alicent with anxiety to think about her fighting, even if it is in a simulated battle.
Aegon laughs from where he is standing, his little feet on the middle of Viserys's legs, he jumps up and down and Alicent is grateful for how well Viserys treats her.
He forces her to lay with him, but it is rare, and he finds happiness in the way she carries herself around him, he enjoys the way she massages his foot at night, he laughs at her nagging and lets her talk with him, leveling her advice as well as his hand's. She is sure she has the most pleasant of the husbands, even if she doesn't feel any pleasure when she looks at him, not in the way she does when she looks at Rhaenyra, at least.
Ser Criston smiles at her when he comes for her ribbons, his armor shines prettily with the sunlight and he already has sweat on his face, she is sure that her maidens are already falling for him even before he takes his helmet off.
She laughs as she places her ribbons in his hand, wishing him the best of luck. She is aware that inside a tournament there isn't a difference between the royal family and normal knights, and she knows that in the end, it is a dick-measuring context, it feels way too violent and unnecessary for her tastes but it brings Viserys joy and it is Aegon's second name-day and he wanted to make it a big festival out of it.
So Alicent sits quietly as the knights come and go, asking for favors and ribbons. She smiles when Rhaenyra comes, her smile is radiant under her helmet and she looks like she belongs. She asks for the favor of her aunt Rhaenys, who is eager to give it to her, along with a gulp of her own glass of wine, insisting it is for extra strength on the field.
Wine falls from the corners of Rhaenyra's mouth, and droplets of red liquid make their way down her chin when she looks at Alicent. Her gaze is predatory and hungry.
"If I win today father, it will be on your honor" - She talks with her father but her eyes never leave Alicent's - "And the queen's and my..." - She blinks, suddenly choking on her words - "And Aegon's!"
Viserys stands, holding Aegon to his chest.
"My girl, there will be no greater joy for me than to see you win today!"
She smiles at him, but Alicent can see how her eyes look sadly at the way Aegon lays across Viserys's chest.
Alicent acts before she can think about it, she rises from her place and comes to stand beside Viserys, Aegon's interest in her is immediate and she wastes no time.
"Wave at Rhaenyra, Aegon, wave at her."
Her voice is sweet against the babe's cheek, and Viserys encourage his movement by waving to Rhaenyra. Aegon is smart and it doesn't take long until he is waving at Rhaenyra's form.
"That's right baby, wave at Rhaenyra."
Rhaenyra's eyes are filled with tears when Alicent looks at her, and Viserys has the biggest smile a person could muster.
"Good luck, Princess."
Rhaenyra looks back at Alicent now, her face is soft.
"Thank you, my Queen."
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Larys tries to hold back a scoff, could they make it any more obvious? He thinks about the many days he spends talking with Alicent, how she talks like a true politician, how her brain has the same ideas as his and how she behaves a lot more like a hand of the king than as a lady. After all, he cannot forget, that she was raised by Otto Hightower, a man who played the political game even before they knew what a hand was.
But he feels angry now, looking at her standing beside Viserys, where does all her intelligence go when it comes to Rhaenyra? To her cunt? She looks like an idiot, tears in her eyes as she stares at her lover across the arena, she should behave a little more decently if she really wanted to hide this affair from the people.
He thinks that the king is now too old to care what happens in his wife's bed, he has an heir and a child and another babe coming into the world, Viserys doesn't seem to mind if the babies are not his, they all look like him and in return, they all look like his daughter, Rhaenyra.
Sure, Aegon has something of Hightower in him, his eyes are not lilac and his nose looks more like Alicent's than Rhaenyra's, but there is no denying that he is a Targaryen, and if that is enough for the king, Larys thinks, surely is enough for him.
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Aegon lays heavily across her lap, he is getting big now and so is her belly. Alicent feels more tired now with her pregnancy coming to term, she cannot keep up with Aegon anymore, so he prefers to come to her when he needs confort, and she is happy to smell his baby scent, to pass her hands through his baby hair and enjoy the way his little hands caress her belly as he lays on her lap.
Viserys has long gone to his chambers, wanting to work on his little project, and Alicent was happy for the alone time with her child.
This pregnancy feels different than the time she was carrying him, it feels lighter somehow. The masters have told her many times that everything is okay, and the babe in her belly is strong.
She dreams of it to be a girl, Helaena Targaryen, that will be her name. Alicent dreams of many things as she stares at the fire, her hands caressing Aegon's back, up and down, like a trance.
She dreams about being Rhaenyra's queen, of being claimed on dragon's back, like it is customary for Targaryens, or better, for dragon's riders.
Viserys didn't claim her on dragon's back, he claimed her on a warm bed, where he still likes to hold her sometimes, caressing her pregnant belly until he is asleep. He doesn't touch her anymore, which she is grateful for, the pregnancy might be a battlefield for the omegas, but it brings her joy.
She knows, bitterly, that he has to claim her again after she births Helaena, especially if she continues to spend her heats with Rhaenyra. She cannot humiliate him in such a way.
Alicent wonders, for a second, if the bite mark is supposed to give her any special feeling towards him. She knows that some omegas can be brought to their knees just by thinking about when they got it, but the memory doesn't bring her any joy or desire. It makes her disgusted.
Alicent's thoughts are stopped by Aegon snoring, softly, against her chest, his hands holding her with strength, even if he is asleep, clearly not wanting to let go.
There is a knock on her door and ser Criston walks in holding a teasing smile.
"The princess is here."
She nods at him.
"Just in time."
"Should I bring the maidens to get Aegon?"
Alicent smiles at him.
"Not today ser Criston, I am feeling quite... motherly today. He can stay, and let her in before she breaks the door down."
Alicent laughs at her own comment, and Criston giggles with her. When Alicent came to the court she never thought she would have a confident, and even less a friend, she is grateful for him.
Rhaenyra walks inside the room like a hurricane, a mix of black leather and red cape, her sword makes an awful noise on the ground and Alicent is quick into silencing her.
"Your son is asleep Rhaenyra, be quiet!"
It is almost comedic how Rhaenyra stops moving when Alicent commands her to do it, her face filled with surprise. She takes out her sword and places it on the table, just like her cape, she is not wearing any armor, which is unusual, but judging by the smell, Alicent knows she has been on dragon-back all day.
"Syrax is about to lay a new clutch of eggs, you know? I was thinking about selecting one for Aegon."
Alicent smiles.
"I am sure he will be thrilled to see the dragons."
Rhaenyra comes to sit beside her on the couch, far enough not to disturb sleeping Aegon.
"I want your permission" - Alicent looks at Rhaenyra, but she has her eyes on Aegon, on how Alicent's hand is curled against him - "I know that you are scared of the dragons."
Alicent smiles again, not sure where this conversation is heading.
"He is a prince of the dragon stone, he has Targaryen blood, of course he needs a dragon, Rhaenyra."
Rhaenyra has a painful look on her face.
"I know it sounds silly, but..."
Her tone is low and heartbreaking.
"Nothing you speak is silly, my love."
Rhaenyra holds her hands together in front of her.
"Your birth is coming and I want Aegon to have someone to protect him with the same intensity as you do, like a dragon."
Now Alicent understands where this is going, Rhaenyra still carries scars and wounds that are not healed from her mother's death. She remembers when she was pregnant with Aegon, how delicate Rhaenyra was, and how she treated her like a doll, she remembers, painfully, when Rhaenyra kneeled in front of her, eyes filled with tears, asking for forgiveness because she had placed her exactly where her own mother had died many years ago.
She remembers Rhaenyra whispering to her gods, as she knelt beside her birth bed, Alicent high with birth fever: "I will do anything if you give me Alicent, anything."
Alicent can see the way Rhaenyra's eyes are filling with tears even now, thinking about Aemma, about her.
"That would be lovely, Rhaenyra, I would appreciate it very much. Will you let me come with you to choose the egg? We can make it into a little trip, just the three of us."
Rhaenyra blinks her tears away, her smile is honest and kind.
"I think you mean the four of us, my Queen."
Alicent can't describe the smile on Rhaenyra's face as she places her hands on Alicent's growing belly, she thinks it belongs in love poems.
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Viserys is excited about the prospect of a new dragon and he is supportive of their trip. Larys feels pity now when he looks at the old king, his father thinks he is getting the soil ready for when he passes, they all know it won't be late.
Viserys demands that Rhaenyra already picks an egg for the unborn babe on the queen's belly, so that when she is born, her dragon will be already with her. Rhaenys agrees with him and gives Rhaenyra a teasing wink from where she is sitting, knowing her niece from the inside out.
Larys advocates his favor for the trip, as he had debated with Alicent previously. The queen looks at him with gratitude in her eyes, and he feels like he has won a battle war, his father has always told him to choose the winning side, with Alicent and Rhaenyra he is never going to lose.
And soon, Rhaenyra and Alicent are inside a carriage going towards the dragon pit.
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"Are you sure you feel alright?"
Alicent feels like slapping Rhaenyra sometimes, this is one of the times.
"Rhaenyra, the master himself has told you that the fresh air will do me good, now stop worrying and pay attention to Aegon!"
The boy claps as his mother say his name, there isn't anyone inside with them and he enjoys the attention being on him. Currently, he sits on Rhaenyra's lap, his little hands holding the toy that has the shape of a dragon.
It pains Alicent to think that he will be soon starting his training and out on dragon-back before she can embroid his baby smell on her brain.
The shaking of the carriage actually feels nice against her back, it feels like a massage, and she enjoys the thrill of the adventure.
"Did you know that this is the first time I leave King's Landing since marrying your father?"
Rhaenyra raises her eyes at her, her face is exceptional, and Alicent laughs at her.
"Are you joking?"
"No, well, we went out for hunts, but never something as far as this.
Rhaenyra blinks at her, and Aegon tries to bite the tail of the dragon off.
"That is terrible, Alicent."
Alicent brings her hands to Aegon, separating the toy from his mouth, he smiles at her.
"That is the life of a queen, Rhaenyra, and I didn't bring it up to sour the mood, I am actually excited to see the dragons."
"So am I, they are quite the sight to see heh?"
Alicent nods, looking at the carriage door.
"I am worried if they will frighten Aegon."
"Oh no!" - Rhaenyra says as she turns Aegon on her lap, holding him up - "He is the prince of the dragonstone! He is a dragon himself!" - Aegon giggles as Rhaenyra shakes him in her arms - "If anything the dragons will be scared of him, isn't it right, my little dragon?"
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Alicent was right, as she always is, and Aegon starts crying out the moment he lays his eyes on the big beasts, he wails until she picks him up, holding him up in her arms, and he cries silently on her neck, wetting her gown.
Rhaenyra tries to calm him down by calling his name, but it takes Alicent some real motherhood powers to get him to look at the dragons from the place he is in her hold.
He looks at first, confused, and then, seeing how they do not hurt Rhaenyra when they get closer to her, he looks with curiosity.
Alicent has to hold down her own fear for benefit of her son, she is sure that her heart is about to explode with how fast it is beating. But Aegon giggles when Rhaenyra passes her hands on Syrax's neck and is eager to do the same from the confort of Alicent's hold.
This action forces Alicent to be as close to a dragon as she has ever been, Rhaenyra's hand on her waist helps her feel centered, and she breathes in and out before allowing Aegon to touch Syrax.
"The blood of the dragon runs in your veins my love" - Rhaenyra whispers in her ear, from behind her, as Aegon passes his little hands on Syrax - "You have bore me a child of Targaryen blood once, and will do again. There's no greater honor for an omega, the dragons will never harm you for they recognize you as one of them."
Alicent has to be strong enough to not jump on Rhaenyra the second they are back on the carriage, and she is pregnant enough to not be able to do it once they arrive at the castle, because Helaena decides that this is the perfect time to be born.
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"You look awful brother, what has happened to you?"
Harwin coughs, some blood comes out in his hand, and he smiles at Larys.
"Rhaenyra wanted to practice."
Larys smiles at him, nodding with comprehension.
"How long will the queen be on labor for, brother?"
Larys thinks, she has barely gone into labor and Rhaenyra has already destroyed Harwin's face.
"We can only hope that it will be brief and easy, otherwise your face might suffer irreversible damage and no omega will want to lay with you."
Larys laughs at his brother's exasperated face.
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It doesn't take long after Helaena's birth for Viserys to pass away, he spends most of his last days with Rhaenyra, playing chess and looking out to the ocean.
They talk all the time, even at night when he can't sleep because of his pain.
It is one of those sleepless nights when he tells her.
"I know they are yours, Rhaenyra" - Rhaenyra tries to speak, but he stops her - "No, no, no, listen to your old father."
Rhaenyra nods, sinking back in her chair with shame.
"I could smell your seed in her, hehe, did you even know that her scent changes when she talks about you? And oh, does she talks about you, it is almost entertaining" - Viserys turns around to look at Rhaenyra, she has her face in her hands - "And what a beauty she is, no? She looks just like the first omega you claimed, do you remember?"
And when Rhaenyra doesn't respond to him, he continues to talk with a more stern voice.
"I cannot believe I will go back to what we spoke about many years ago, Rhaenyra!"
"What, father?"
"Do not be ashamed of your desires! You are in love with her, you have babes with her, you lie with her at night, why have you not claimed her from me, my daughter?"
Rhaenyra looks at him, confused.
"Because it is complicated."
"Nothing is complicated for us, my little dragon, we are blood of Old Valyria! When I pass you shall claim her as your on dragonstone, just like our ancestors used to do many years ago."
Rhaenyra's eyes are opened wide, surprised by her father's words.
"You will have to marry Aegon to a strong partner, a Velaryon, establishing your ties to the merchants" - Her father grips her arm, his gaze profound on hers, he looks like the king he once was - "Helaena shall be married to the kings of the north as a way to better our alliances since you already have a wife of the south. And if you make more heirs you can marry them as you wish."
"Father now it is not the time to talk about this, you need to rest!"
He slaps her arm with his hand, right where he was holding her.
"Rhaenyra, I will rest when I am dead! Now is the time to talk about everything, if you have questions now is the time, do not be silly! And for the love of the gods, make sure you marry your children to people that they will like!"
Rhaenyra is sure she would feel better if he had just slapped her across the face. But it does make her feel better when Viserys starts laughing at her, it is contagious, and soon they are both laughing like maniacs.
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Alicent's red hair is caressed by the wind on dragonstone, her dress is tight against her figure and it makes her look radiant. Rhaenyra wouldn't have wanted it any other way. The blood frames her face and her lips and she looks more like a goddess than a human.
Syrax watches over them over the rocks and Rhaenys says the final words.
Rhaenyra can't hear them over her desire, she can taste Alicent's heat in the air. She knows she must smell as well, it was always said that Old Valyria weddings charmed the real animals inside of them to show their faces, their scents, their needs.
When they kiss Rhaenyra can feel Alicent's desire with more strength now, how her mouth fits perfectly with hers, their desires bleeding into one another.
They have already made their heir, on a fluffy bed, filled with uncertainty and blind desire. Now, making yet another child, they walk to the dragon-back with purpose and knowledge. They are now rulers, queens of the seven kingdoms, no one could stop them, and no one could ever oppose Rhaenyra's claim on Alicent.
When Alicent climbs on top of Syrax, she doesn't feel fear or anxiety, she feels equal, she has birthed dragons. Together they have done more for the kingdom than any alpha will ever do, when Syrax flies Alicent wonders if is she bonded to Rhaenyra or to her? Rhaenyra lays her back on Syrax, her tongue hot and needy against her neck, she feels the calm of the skies, the way the sunlight kisses her skin, the liberty of it all.
Alicent eyes are closed, she is enjoying the feeling of Rhaenyra's hands against her waist, her cock against her thigh, her teeth against her neck. Rhaenyra has never given her so much pleasure than when she bites her, claiming her, placing her mark on her neck.
Now they are one, souls bound together, forever.