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The auburn haired girl clings harshly to the platinum blonde one while the orange yellowish dragon. Terror was in Alicent’s eyes as she looked down through the clouds to find a solid piece of ground. Rhaenyra chuckled at the sad state of Alicent.
“Can we please land now, Nyra?”
“Not yet, ñuha dōna, we are almost there.”
“Where are we even going, we’ve been flying for hours.” Alicent sighed, her hair was a mess and her legs had gone numb. What if she fell off and died– Like so many Targeryns had. What if it was the only thing on Alicent’s mind.
“When are you going to tell me what that means?”
“Ñuha dōna?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll know eventually.”
“Rhaenyra!” Alicent whined, a proud smile appeared on the blonde's face.
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After a few hours the couple landed on the beaches of Dragonstone. Alicent got off hurriedly which took quite a while considering the length of the latter she had to climb. After Rhaenyra’s coronation the couple finally confessed there feelings and decided to escape to dragonstone. Rhaenyra knew she had to get married and everyone knew of Leanor’s preferences so if she married him she was free to do as she wished. But what about Alicent? You see, Joffrey was still free to marry and so was Alicent. They could sell the tale that the two were lovers and sought to get married quickly… But Alient wasn’t comfortable with that tale so they’d have to come up with something else. Rhaenyra’s imagination could think of anything. Alicent held her stomach tightly before falling to her knees, happy to be on the ground.
“You're being dramatic.”
“I? When you are the one used to it? You could lift your feet and dance on the saddle.”
“Yes, you are being very dramatic.” Rhaenyra replied dryly. Alicent sighed but smiled at her love.
“What are we going to do about the parasite in your castle?”
“We can not send him away. He is already angry with me being heir and his brother undermining him. I shall not rub salt in his wounds by… removing him from his ancestral home.” Alicent took in the words with cation.
“I suppose you are right.”
“I have been as of late.” Alicent gave her a glance as Rhaenyra ran ahead toward the castle, opening the gate. Rhaenyra spoke first.
“Uncle!” She exclaimed, walking quickly toward her uncle. He layed sheepishly on the ground, his own vomit surrounding him, a cup still in his hand.
“The heir to the iron throne!” he slurred, drink still in hand. His lilac purple eyes, haunting Alicent’s gaze. He looked between the two women and a smirk spread across his face.
“Vestā konīr iksin daorun jāre va rȳ se lanta hen ao. Ao lied, dārilaros.” (You said there was nothing going on between the two of you. You lied, princess.) Alicent tensed though not knowing what they were saying she understood what his gaze ment. She would be stoned or worse her father would learn about it and would marry her off surely. And Rhaenyra would be in a better position, but she knew Rhaenyra would be destructive. Alicent reached for her fingers but Rhaenyra got there before squeezing her hand tightly. The two matching rings side by side, they were like wedding rings, Daemon noticed.
“Keligon saying ra hae bona, uncle. Kesā sȳngagon zirȳla hen.” (Stop saying things like that, Uncle. You will scare her off.) Daemon nodded. Rhaenyra walking away, and dragging Alicent with her, they started towards the kitchen. Rhaenyra cleared her throat and the servants all turned towards her.
“Get my Uncle sober please.” The servants nodded and dispersed. Rhaenyra turned to Alicent with a lopsided smile on her face.
“So we are alone now.” Rhaenyra mused, her eyes moving quickly between her companion’s lips and her eyes.
“Yes we are.” Alicent replied, watching as Rhaenyra did this. Alicent smiled at Rhaenyra gently, her hand still intertwined with Rhaenyra’s. Rhaenyra made the move first cupping the red heads cheeks pushing her gently against the wall. But Alicent was the one who actually connected their lips. The one who actually made them touch. Alicen’ts hands gripped Rhaenyra’s waist pulling her closer, desperate for them to be even more connected. Desperate for more than a fleeting touch more than just kissing. She wanted to bed her quickly because this was like a dream. That this was going to end at any moment and she wanted to do it so if she had to do it with someone at least it had been Rhaenyra who had taken her virtue. At least she could sleep knowing she had been with her love.
Rhaenyra's tongue slipped into her mouth and her eyes opened in shock. Rhaenyra’s hands moved into Alicent’s hair going through them and pulling her hair back gently she used it to angle her mouth so she could take what she wanted. As Alicent’s hands wandered they found her way to the end of Rhaenyra’s riding dress though there was still leather separating her. Alicent's hand curved around Rhaenyra’s thigh. This caused Rhaenyra to push in harder to Alicent’s face, it made the kiss harsher. Alicent broke the kiss.
“Rhaenyra…” she muttered trailing off, a moan escaping her as Rhaenyra started trailing kisses down her neck. Rhaenyra loved the sound of her voice the way she said her name. She wanted to hear it again and again. She wanted to get drunk on the noise. Rhaenyra… She kissed harsher and Alicent got louder. Alicent tried to keep her mouth closed but it started to tremble. It started to make her make involuntary noises. Noises that would make others hear it so she covered her mouth, and Rhaenyra stopped. Her eyes were laced with concern. Was she not making Alicent feel good? Alicent moved her hand away from her mouth looking at Rhaenyra with furrowed eyebrows.
“Why did you stop?” Alicent choked out, her voice hoarse.
“Why did you?” Rhaenyra retorted, stepping away
“I didn’t want to make too much noise.” Alicent replied
“But I liked the noise.” Rhaenyra muttered, her eyes still looking at Alicent’s with passion. Alicent blushed her cheeks, becoming a rosy color.
“We stink of your dragon.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes.
“We should bathe then.” Rhaenyra said, smirking a bit. Alicent’s face turned a crimson red color. As she looked at Rhaenyra.
“Rhaenyra!” Alicent said frustration evident in her tone.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” Rhaenyra defended even though they both knew it wasn’t true. Alicent turned walking out of the kitchens.
“Jorrāelagon!” Rhaenyra yelled, but as much as she tried it still came out with affection.
“I don’t even know what that means!” Alicent yelled back, her sharp footsteps echoing throughout the halls.
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Alicent’s hair was rolled on her shoulders and down her back. A book in her hand and a candle by her side she was reading. Reading of the fate of the many Targarye’s . It was storming now, the thunder rumbling as the dragon's roared. She could not sleep because of it and Rhaenyra fall asleep to it. It seemed that she would wake at every sound of it. So, she went to the library to read and clear her mind but it was just frightening her more than anything. One of the many Targaryens burned to death after going to Old Valyria it was rumored her name was Aerea and how it made Alicent sad because even with their queer customs the Targaryens didn’t deserve some of the things that happened to them.
“Alicent…” Thunder crashed and Alicent let out a scream, she covered her mouth turning to see Rhaenyra.
“Come back to bed…” Rhaenyra mumbled walking closer to the window nook. Alicent had cozyed herself into. She moved the candle to the floor, careful not to step on it and sat on the opposite side of Alicent.
“What’s wrong, jorrāelagon?”
“You have to tell me what that means…”
“Is that what you're reading about?”
“No.”
“What is it then?”
“Well, I’m reading into your ancestry.”
“Oh, who are you reading of?”
“Her name was Aerea.” Alicent sniffed, the thought of her death, made her upset. Maybe because the girl was described as somewhat like how she saw Rhaenyra.
“How did she die?”
“She was rumored to have gone to Old Valyria for a girl to come back with all sorts of things on her body and she was so hot that she ended up dying.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate isn’t it.” Rhaenyra chuckled.
“It’s not funny, what if that happens to you?”
“It will not. Why would we go to Old Valyria?”
“We?”
“Alicent wherever I go from now on you will be with me. I thought I sealed that with a kiss or no you need another one?” Alicent chuckled at her lovers words. She was hopelessly in love with her.
“When are Joffrey and Leanor arriving?”
“They will be here by the weeks end.”
“Do you know what they’ve told the Velyrons?”
“Leanor said that he told them he wanted to get to know his future wife before marrying her. I think Corlys wanted Joffrey to stay but he said that. There was a woman he wanted to pursue.”
“Did he mention who this woman was?”
“He kept it private like any good friend would.”
“My father doesn’t know I’m here but I’m sure he will know. I am gone by now,” Alicent paused before continuing, “with you”
“With me?” Rhaenyra questioned.
“He always knew that something was there even before me myself. He insinuated and then he said it. That if I did not comply with his plans he would send me back to Oldtown. A place I believed to be haunted after my mother’s passing. I was haunted by everything.”
“Alicent do you wish to tell me something?”
“He intended me to seduce your father.” Rhaenyra tensed, her arms folding before she could think of anything else.
“Did you?”
“No. I could not bring myself to and in truth I did not want to. I thought of a million different things I would want to do and none were as appealing as this one.” Alicent said, her fingers picking at themselves. Rhaenyra grabbed her hand, stroking it lightly.
“I wish to be married. Do you want to?” Alicent looked up at her into her eyes and she knew exactly what Rhaenyra wanted.
“Of course, I do, but what off the technicalities? Which gods would we marry under the old gods, the new, the Valyraian gods?”
“It doesn’t matter. We could get married through all of the gods, then no one could deny us could they?” A low chuckle escaped Alicent, her eyes bright through the lightning.
“Then yes I’ll marry you. When shall this be?”
“Definitely after our men come, Leanor would have my head if I didn’t invite him to our wedding and Joffrey would like nothing more than to have a speech at it.”
“Tell me more about Joffrey. Does he have lands?”
“Yes, he is from the Stormlands. He isn’t the richest by any means but he does have lands and you will comfortably. But, that is not what Leanor plans to do. He wants to make him stay close since he is a knight. I’ll choose him for my sworn protector and that will mean you must stay there as well. Why be demoted from my companion? Do you like the idea?”
“It is a fine idea, Nyra… I just know what of his parents and what of my father. Do you think he can sit back ideally while his daughter is off… off… you know what I mean.”
“What will he do? Try and take you back? After you are married he cannot and if he tried I would kill him.”
“Rhaenyra–”
“I’m serious-”
“Nyra–”
“I’ll cut him balls to brains, see what he’s made off.” Alicent let out a laugh as much as she thought it inappropriate she couldn’t stop herself she had to laugh. Rhaenyra had always been a warrior compared to her and now she was marrying her. It would last for life now this banter- this happiness. It would be eternal. Alicent leaned in and kissed Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra laughed through the kiss.
“Come let’s prepare for the several weddings of Rhaenyra and Alicent Targaryen.”
“What in the world made you think I’d get your last name?”
“You want that cunts last name?” Daemon questioned, Alicent screamed, pulling away from Rhaenyra quickly but Daemon just chuckled.
“See, even Daemon agrees with me!”
“What is that supposed to mean?” All Rhaenyra did was laugh and Daemon laughed with her.
“Fucking Targaryens,” Alicent muttered.
“You’ll be one soon, Hightower. Welcome to the family.” Daemon said as he smirked, before lifting his goblet of wine and turning around, walking out of the room.