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Chapter 38: Wedding on Dragonstone

"Quite the taxing day, my love," the King spoke, easing himself into their bed. "One of the worst sorts with all the squabbling and petty insults."

Alyssa allowed him to rest his head on her shoulder, an action she didn't mind but her husband did such quite a lot. Seeking more comfort than he would give to her. Weakness and dependency versus strength and protectiveness. "Lords can be like that."

Aenys chuckled. "Normally Maegor is there to give them a dressing down that I simply do not have the energy for, but damned if he was gone and leaving me to deal alone with them. Murmison helps, but Maegor he is not."

"Mayhaps that is a good thing." Alyssa treaded carefully. "Your brother can be too much for those to handle."

"Aye, true." His soft whiskers tickled her neck as he began kissing it. "As long as you are in my life, that is all I truly require."

Words such as those… they made Alyssa feel guilt. She loved Aenys… she wanted so desperately to love him and desire him with all the passion in the world. Yet as he gently eased her onto her back, besetting her with sweet kisses while tugging on her dress, the torrent of desire she experienced previously… simply wasn't there.

Not as it was with Maegor.

Not even the slight flutter in her belly that came when she caught Rogar Baratheon staring at her.

Aenys' gentle demeanor was as damaging in the bedchamber for her as it was for the Realm.

The sound of furious knocks on the door pulled Aenys off of his wife, killing the mood of pleasure currently building up atop the comfort of his royal bed. "Begone, fool!" he cried out. "The King has retired for the night!"

At least he holds some dragonfire in his belly. Alyssa felt a stirring of desire at that and drew him back in for a kiss.

And yet the knocking continued. "Your Grace, allow me entry!" It was Lucas Harroway of all people. "Your Grace, it is urgent!"

"Seven bloody hells," Aenys muttered, slipping off of the bed. Alyssa and he grabbed their dressing robes, the Queen sitting on the foot of the bed while the King stomped to the door, tying the sash closed before opening it. "What gives you leave to disturb my nightly activities?"

Not only was Lucas Harroway there, but also… Rogar Baratheon and Lucas Harroway of all sorts. His eyes found Alyssa rather quickly and the Queen blushed bright red. It was plain on the knight's face that he gathered what she had been doing with the King. For some reason, Alyssa felt mortified.

"Forgive us, your Grace," bowed Lord Lucas, his face pale yet tone as obsequious as ever. "But I have just been informed of the most dreadful of information. I believe we should have the small council summoned"

"By the Seven! You cannot enter his Grace's chambers without being summoned!" Alyssa shrieked, mostly wanting Ser Rogar gone before his… roving eyes could undress her further - or her core enjoying the prospect of it. "What could honestly be so important for such panic upon your faces." Lord Lucas did not seem the sort to either lose his composure genuinely… nor risk Aenys displeasure with mummery over a mild issue.

There was silence, both members of the small council seeming to weigh their words carefully. "My wife and your Queen asked you a question, Harroway," Aenys barked at him. "Has the Doom of Valyria come upon us? Or Dorne invaded? Seven Hells, even if Dorne invaded such wouldn't constitute a disturbance as this unless they were at the gates of the Dragonpalace. Have you forgotten yourself, Ser?!"

Both men continued to hesitate, Alyssa too, at his anger. Aenys was never angry like this.

Finally though, Lord Harroway came upon the words. "I do not wish to cause you harm, your Grace, but you must know. Princess Rhaena has traveled to Dragonstone."

Blinking, Aenys let out a sour laugh. "Is that why you bother me in my relaxation, Ser? Are you an idiot or a fool, because I have had no knowledge of such a thing."

"Your Grace, Prince Maegor and the Dowager Queen have traveled there with her upon their dragons."

"Oh, thank the gods!" the King exclaimed sarcastically. "What little threat that could befall my beloved daughter is now extinguished with my mother and my brother there to protect her." He still looked incredulous at both councilors, while Rhaena possessed a… queasy feeling in her stomach. This felt altogether too familiar for her - hit too close to home and she hoped it wasn't going to drift towards her own experiences.

"I… I do not think such is worthy of a fuss," Lord Rogar said quickly. "But Lord Lucas insisted to me that this is cause for worry."

"For worry? My brother, I cannot believe I must inform you of this, is my daughter's uncle. He loves her like a daughter, since the Seven haven't yet blessed him and my goodsister with such a blessing. If you believe that she is unsafe in his presence then I would…"

Alyssa could've sworn that a ghost of mirth sparkled in Lord Lucas' eyes before he cleared his throat. "Your Grace, I earnestly hope that a man that loves a girl as one would his own daughter would never deign to get her with child and then marry her while already married."

What happened… such a sudden revelation seemed to freeze time. Rogar Baratheon's eyes widened yet he said nothing else. Alyssa didn't seem to hear it, but she paled anyway. As for the King…

"Is this some sort of sick jape?!" He jabbed his finger into Harroway's chest. "You better have good cause for speaking such words, Lord Lucas! I shan't allow such slander against my brother and daughter!

"My king... It is true." Harroway's voice was even. He ways enjoying this. "The septon of Dragonstone informed me as such, not wishing to trust any creature of your brother's with the information." In truth, he had overheard his daughter speak to Lady Tyanna and decided to wait until the deed was done. "Princess Rhaena lost her maidenhead to Prince Maegor moons ago, and after finding out she was with child Queen Visenya married them on Dragonstone… in a heretical ceremony no less."

Alyssa clung to her chest, feeling faint. Only managing to grip the bedpost kept her upright. It felt as if struck. As if a dagger had pierced her breast. "No… impossible…" She clung to whatever wishful thinking she could. "No… No… you are lying, you are lying! I will have your head!"

"It is the truth."

Rushing Lord Lucas, Alyssa slapped him hard in the cheek and moved to claw him - only stopping when Rogar held her back. "You vile shit! Take that back! Take all your lies back before I have Quicksilver burn you!"

Lord Lucas didn't back down, though he did lower his head in respect. "By the Father, by the Mother, I would never tell such a filthy lie about her Grace. I swear it on my life, on the life of my wife, son, and daughters that this is the truth. May the gods strike me down if I am not speaking the truth."

Still writhing, still close to sobbing, Alyssa didn't notice Aenys simply fall into a plush chair. His face completely pale with cold sweat beading on his face. "How can I make any sense of this?"

At that point, Ser Davos Darklyn appeared at the door. "Your Grace?" He seemed taken aback at the scene. "Queen Visenya is here and she requests an audience with you."

"Ah, her Grace is here," said Rogar, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. "She shall bring clarity to this."

Rising, trembling, Aenys nodded. "Send her in."

From the moment the Queen Mother entered the bedchamber of his son, she could tell the secret had been outed. Her goal of riding directly from Dragonstone the moment her son and granddaughter retired for the night had ended in disaster before she could even arrive, and thus the consequences were to be dire. Yet… she wasn't one to give up. "My son…"

Aenys raised a hand to still her. "Is it true, mother?" he asked, voice almost a croak. "Did Rhaena fall pregnant by Maegor and then marry him?"

"Aenys…"

"No!" he barked, surprising Visenya. "Is it true?!"

The concern and love on her face hardened into something more akin to strictness. "Yes, they did. I married them myself."

"You bitch!" This time Rogar and Ser Davos were able to stop her before she rushed Visenya, but Alyssa's face spat hate. "You cunt! How dare you! How dare you condone this defilement just because you couldn't get your way?!"

"Alyssa, silence!" Aenys bellowed. "Do you not see what you have done, mother?"

"Forgive me, my son, but I simply do not care about anything but my family." Visenya stood tall and without guilt. "My son and granddaughter married each other for love and their child will not be a bastard." Alyssa screamed at that, while Aenys buried his head in his hands. "If you wish to discipline me, then do so."

Wailing silently, Aenys began to pace. "No… I cannot." He tore at his hair. "Send a raven to Dragonstone! I want them before me by the first light of dawn!"

"Should I convene the small council?" Lord Lucas asked, vindicated.

"No… not until I talk to Rhaena… not until I can make sense of this." On the bed now, Alyssa sobbed into her hands. Everything had been destroyed.

One day of bliss… more as in one morning of bliss before the raven arrived on Dragonstone. It was written in the scrawl of King Aenys, commanding them directly to return to King's Landing "To answer to charges leveled against you."

"Our secret is out," Maegor sighed as he told Rhaena. His bride merely hugged him from behind, relishing in being able to love him openly. To seek comfort in him - it was such a heady feeling.

And here they were, stepping through the Dragonpalace escorted by Lord Commander Gawen, Dick Bean, and two others of the Kingsguard. It felt like a march to their funeral, Maegor standing tall but quiet while Rhaena nervously bit her lip and clasped her hands together. Occasionally rubbing her stomach for comfort. Then finding her husband's hand grasping hers. "You have no need to be nervous."

She looked up at him. Incredulous. "How can you say that?" Dressed in a pure black dress that matched Balerion's scales, it had been one Rhaena needed to quickly smooth out for Maegor had bunched it up while taking her against the wall. Oh, to be back on Dragonstone again.

"Trust me, I'm the one who's fucked here, not you. Your kepa would slice off his own arm before he harmed you, even emotionally."

"Uncle, you're my husband now so never do I want to hear that. I am yours and you are mine, so if someone attacks you they attack me."

He snorted. "Never got on the bad side of a couple with dragons." Leaning over, Maegor kissed the crown of her head. Making her smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." Being the recipient of the mighty Maegor Targaryen's gentle affections, it was a priceless gem.

Arriving at the entrance to the Small Council chamber, Ser Raymont Baratheon stepped forward. "Apologies, Prince Maegor, but only the Princess is to enter."

"I am her husband," Maegor said evenly. "I will go inside."

"That is what this is meant to find out, my Prince," Raymont replied. "And no, you will not. By order of the King."

His eyes narrowed. "Mayhaps I should speak with the King myself."

Raymont placed his hand on the hilt of his blade. "You will stay here."

Maegor reciprocated. "Care to place that blade against Blackfyre? Unless you are, I will be accompanying my wife…"

"Maegor." He felt Rhaena grip his shoulder. "It's fine. I'll go in alone."

Leaving one last scowl at the Kingsguard - his cousin, ironically enough - Maegor looked at his bride and his eyes softened. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Aye, I promise."

"I'll be out here if you need me."

Leaning up on her tip toes, she kissed him. A short kiss but an eager one nonetheless. With that and a beaming smile, she followed Ser Raymont into the small council chamber. "Wish for me to go inside as well?"

"You were at my wedding, Gawen. I wouldn't think my brother would wish to see you at all."

Gawen chuckled. "I'd be more welcome than you." Maegor had to concede that.

Expecting the entire small council, Rhaena entered with the momentary relief at only a few figures present. Her parents, grandmother Visenya, Brandon Snow, and Septon Murmison. All looked grave but her grandmother, who gave a sympathetic smile.

When she caught the duality of her mother - moving from lamentation to rage and back again in but seconds - all relief fell. "Take a seat, Rhaena," said her father the King, voice almost hollow. It broke Rhaena's heart, but she did so. Ever quiet and ever deferential.

How could she be anything else? This was her kepa.

Yet she had defied the entire Realm by marrying Maegor.

I would do it again. All Rhaena found she regretted was how they found out.

Normally, it was the Hand of the King that would conduct such interrogations, but since the Hand was also at fault Brandon Snow took it over. His voice was businesslike. "Your Grace, you have been summoned here today because of grave accusations that have been brought to us by Lord Lucas Harroway of the small council." He coughed, his age showing not just by the snow-white hair and severe lines in his face, but continued without delay. "According to Lord Lucas and confirmed by Queen Visenya, you engaged in carnal knowledge with your uncle, Prince Maegor, subsequently quickening with child…"

Rhaena heard her mother let out a half snarl, half sob. I'm sorry, muna. Rhaena hated herself for causing such lamentation… not enough to regret taking Maegor for her husband.

"Accordingly, you thus engaged in the services of the Dowager Queen to engage in a marriage…"

"A bigamous marriage," interjected Septon Murmison, equally in lamentation for his once pupil.

Brandon Snow glared. "Allow me to finish." The Septon quieted down. "...marriage with Prince Maegor, whom already has a wife in the Princess Ceryse, and then consummated the marriage last night in Dragonstone." He finished the charges.

Waiting a moment, Rhaena then looked up. "If grandmother confirmed all of those, why do you need to speak to me?"

Her kepa, out of nowhere, smacked his hand upon the table. "Do not back talk to me, Rhaena! You will answer, do you deny these allegations?!"

"That I slept with Maegor, am with his child, and married him in the Valyrian tradition?" She crossed her arms. "Kessa, I did… and I'd do it again."

"No!" Alyssa almost screamed, looking as if Rhaena had stabbed her in the heart.

Aenys on the other hand, simply looked heartbroken. "How can I make sense of this, Rhaena? How?"

She sighed in guilt. "Kepa, I did not mean to deceive you like this…"

"You defied me, defied me as both a father and as a King."

"No, never, kepa. You gave no commands that I overruled…"

"No commands? No commands?!" He rose, suddenly seething. "Even the wisest and greatest King wouldn't feel the need to command you to not marry your married uncle!"

"Aenys, sit down," insisted Visenya.

His ire was now aimed at his mother. "Stay out of this if you know what's good for you!"

Now it was Visenya whose eyes flared. "You speak to me like that? Your own mother, the one who held you and rocked you and ensured you had nothing but love and respect growing up!" She poked him in the chest. "Do not dare speak to me as such!"

"Stop!" Rhaena begged. "Just stop. I did it, I coupled with Maegor and fell pregnant, then married him. He and I are man and wife."

"Why?" begged Aenys, the words driving him to grief again. "Why did you do this to yourself? To him, to your aunt Ceryse. Did you not think of her?" Rhaena closed her eyes, knowing such would be a sore point. "But I doubt you thought of anything but one thing before you… you… defiled your maidenhead for… for…"

"Kepa, I did it because I love Maegor and he loves me."

"Sacrilege," insisted Murmison. "He is married under the law of the Seven."

While she loved her muna and kepa and hated to hurt them. Murmison was a different story. "I'm sorry, Septon, I was unaware that a Targaryen cannot take a second wife." A simple sarcastic statement, but one that packed a hell of a punch. Murmison merely sputtered after that. "This is not of your concern."

"Of course it's our concern!" Her muna stood, rushing over to her. "But it is alright, daughter, I promise. We will give you moon tea and that will be the end of this…"

Gaping, Rhaena trembled with both hurt and anger. "You would have me kill my child, kill my husband's child after he lost so many… No! I will never! I am not some diseased wretch needing to be purged and bled."

"You're with child! A bastard!"

"My bave is no bastard!" Rhaena shouted, angered by the suggestion. "A trueborn Targaryen Prince. Your grandson!"

Alyssa's eyes closed, shaking as if in physical pain. "This marriage is not valid. He is already married to Ceryse Hightower, not you! The Septon decrees it."

But Rhaena wasn't about to tolerate such an argument. "The Septon, nor the Starry Sept, has any authority over the marriage rites under the gods of Old Valyria. I am a Targaryen, a dragonrider. The Seven have no power over me." Murmison gasped, while Alyssa and Aenys stared at her. Visenya merely smiled in approval, while even Brandon Snow nodded in respect for such a position.

As for the Queen… "You couldn't have married him! That brute! I won't allow it!" She began shaking her. "This marriage will be annulled this instant or so help me…"

Rhaena shoved her away. "I am not annulling my marriage. It was bound and consummated in the sight of the gods and I do not fucking care what you say about it!"

A slap rang out, staggering Rhaena. Making her fall back into her seat. Aenys stood there, lips curled in a trembling line. "Do not speak to your mother that way!" he snarled… only to suddenly grasp what he had done. "Oh gods… my daughter…"

He tried to go to her, only for Rhaena to step back, away from him. "Don't touch me, kepa."

"I'm sorry, please… I just… how could you…"

The door then opened and in strode Maegor. His eyes widened at seeing the handprint on Rhaena's face and advanced to her. Before Ser Raymont could intercept him Blackfyre was out of its sheath and pointed to his neck. "Give me a fucking excuse. Just give it to me." Raymont, getting a nod from his Lord Commander, did as he was told and backed off. "Come, Rhaena. Let's get you to bed."

"Brother, let's talk…"

"We will talk of this later, brother," Maegor said, though his expression was barely concealed rage. "But this conversation is ended between her and you." With that, he led Rhaena out.

"This isn't over!" yelled Alyssa from behind, yet Maegor ignored her. His only concern was Rhaena.

As they left, Aenys threw up his arms. "What did I do? How did I fail?" Instead of to Alyssa, Aenys collapsed into the embrace of his mother. "My daughter hates me, my brother betrayed me… I don't deserve to be a father or a brother…" He wept in the open, soul unable to handle such pain.

Visenya merely stroked his back, while Alyssa looked at him in disgust - she knew exactly why her daughter fell for Maegor.

And such was more hurtful than even the marriage and pregnancy itself.

It was an hour later when he returned to the chamber, having left his bride in the care of her siblings - his niece and nephews. Tyanna promised she'd ensure her comfort and he trusted her.

She loves Rhaena as much as I do.

Thinking of other women in a person's, he hadn't seen a glimpse of Ceryse since he kissed her cheek the morning of his departure to Dragonstone. Immense guilt weighed in him, but anything with his brother held higher priority than seeking out Ceryse - the pain would always be there to address regardless of when he spoke to her, but the punishments the King could mete out were all the more pressing.

Visenya stood outside the chamber, waiting for him. "Muna."

"My son." She hugged Maegor. "I am here for you."

"Thank you." He kissed her cheek. "Has he calmed?"

"No, but he isn't inclined to dismiss you without hearing your case."

"Small favors I suppose." They entered together, to find the entire council watching him. Some in near awe, some in surprise, and others in disgust. Most of all Alyssa, though there was something else that only Maegor noticed. Jealousy? No, sorrow. Lamentation over what she felt she should've had.

Gods, all of this was worse than he imagined.

"Prince Maegor Targaryen," began Septon Murmison. "Princess Rhaena has admitted…"

"Whatever she has said is the truth," he spoke, interrupting. Better to just get it over with.

"So it is true!" Accused Grand Maester Gawen. "You have engaged in bigamy."

"I suppose I have."

"Apostate!"

"Watch yourself," Visenya hissed.

Shaking his head, Aenys stood. "Enough. I will speak to my brother alone before we continue this." While Alyssa rose to follow, Aenys pressed his hand to her shoulder. "No love, stay here."

Alyssa gave him an incredulous look. "No, I shall join you."

"I wish for you to stay here. Maegor and I need to speak alone, brother to brother." When Alyssa looked not to listen, he cupped her cheeks. "Please, my sweet, this is something I must do." Finally, she relented, her eyes not leaving Maegor.

My brother loves her, even if she only tries to love him. There was one she loved, but Maegor knew it could never be. As such, he was guided by his brother to enter alone into the antechamber out of earshot of the small council. "Aenys, I cannot know where to begin, so simply ask and I shall do my best to answer you… and those answers will be honest."

"Why did you do it, Maegor?" he asked. "Why did you seduce my daughter?"

"Rhaena… she is not one that can be seduced. She is a dragon as I. As our munas and kepa."

"Do not speak of my muna! The one who birthed me, you never knew her or even laid sight of her!"

A sigh. "That is true. Sometimes I have dreams of what she looked like - what she really looked like, not the paintings or sculptures commissioned both before and after her death." Would the one their sister was named for have loved him? Maegor liked to hope. "But all I can say is that we fell in love."

Aenys was seething. "You are married."

"I love Ceryse as well. I cannot explain it but to say I am my kepa's son."

"You cannot compare yourself to our kepa. He was a great man, but you are a duplicitous liar."

"Brother," Maegor ground out, starting to anger. "Never have I lied and never would I to you. She loves me, and I love her. If Ceryse wishes to keep me then I shall, but I will never give either up voluntarily."

"Rhaena bears your child, my granddaughter. He will not be a bastard, so you will divorce Ceryse."

"No."

"You defy me?!"

"I defy you if I must."

"I could kill you."

"We have been together from the cradle, Aenys. You would never do so, nor harm Rhaena."

Both brothers stared at each other, pushed to the greatest of impasses. "You truly love her," finished Aenys.

"With all my heart," Maegor admitted freely.

Close to collapsing from simple exhaustion, Aenys leaned his head against the mantle of the hearth. Feeling Tears prick against his eyes. "You are destroying me, Maegor. My wife wants blood. My council wants blood. My daughter and our muna would burn me alive if I let anything harm you."

Maegor watched his brother, willing to accept any punishment but wishing that Aenys would break this need of seeking to please all around him. "As both your brother and your Hand, I can only suggest to remember you are a dragon. Not a common King, not an Andal, not a simple mummer, but a dragon. Show yourself as one." Aenys said nothing for the longest time… until finally gesturing for the Prince to follow him.

Reentering the chamber of the small council, each of them watching the King and his brother with apprehensive tension, Aenys resumed his seat while Maegor stood at the opposite end. Waiting. "Give it to me, Prince Maegor," he announced. "Now."

Staring at his brother's eyes, Maegor removed the pin of Hand of the King and slid it atop the table to where his brother sat. "You have removed your brother, your Grace?" asked Lord Rogar, as surprised as most of the most ardent supporters of the Targaryen House.

"It is the least of what should happen to the Prince," murmured Grand Maester Gawen. "You must make him choose, your Grace. To set aside the Princess or to go into banishment, such is the only punishment for the betrayal of the most holy Seven who are One…"

"Silence!" Aenys barked, pinching the bridge of his nose. He picked up the pin, gazing at Maegor with his eyes filled with sorrow before turning to Murmison. "Here, my friend. You are now my Hand."

Many were surprised, most of all Septon Murmison. "Me, your Grace? No… there are far others more worthy. Mayhaps Lord Lucas, Lord Tybolt… or even Ser Rogar…"

But the King shook his head. "Only you can assist me in the fallout of what I am about to do." He looked back at Maegor. "Brother, you have wronged me but mostly, you have wronged my daughter. Your niece."

"The only wrong done to her would be if you denied her the love in her heart and the trueborn name of Targaryen for our son."

Alyssa, her eyes still set on Maegor, clenched her fists. "You insolent… the Grand Maester is right. Banish him."

"I will not," the King spoke.

Half the council gave an incredulous look to the King, especially the Queen. "What?"

"But, such is the only manner for you to act, your Grace," said the Grand Maester. "You cannot kill him, lest the sin of kinslaying attach to you even if he deserves it. But to let him go without punishment…"

"He is off this council. When I am not in need of my daughter, he shall be confined to Dragonstone until I am convinced of his loyalty again… yet that will be all." The King gazed on Murmison. "Do you agree, my friend?"

The septon, now Hand of the King, took a deep breath. "Your Grace, I can only offer what I know as both one of the Seven and your confidant. "In the former, your brother has committed the gravest of sins by taking a wife in defiance of the oaths he made to the Seven when he took Princess Ceryse - that she is your daughter means nothing. You defy the gods if you fail to properly punish your brother."

"Dragons answer to neither gods nor men, brother. Remember that," spoke Maegor.

"Be quiet," hissed the King. "And that of you being my Hand?"

A nod. "The High Septon and his multitudes will not approve of this… and the love the people hold for you will diminish."

But the King shook his head. "No, I have given the Realm peace. They shan't not ever fall out of love with me."

Maegor… he couldn't help but seek the good fortune of his brother. "My King, you should not assume that, nor should you care. The proper King leads, not follows."

"Your King said to shut up," demanded Alyssa, even though she agreed with Maegor. Gods, why did he have to be the true man of the world? The man that she wished to marry rather than her weak husband? The gods sought her torture.

Murmison continued. "In both, you must have him banished."

"How can I deprive my daughter of a husband? My grandson of a father, of a name? They are my daughter and grandson, Murmison… I cannot harm them, loathe am I to condone what my brother did?"

"Your Grace, please…"

"No, it is done!" Aenys stood, unable to stand it all. "I've made my decision, and now all of you must live with it." His eyes found Maegor again. "Get out of my sight if you know what's good for you. GET OUT!"

Again, Maegor left - only knowing that from Alyssa's stare upon his retreating form that this was not over.

It would never be over.

"EEEEEEEEE!" Throwing herself at her sister, Alysanne then fell to her knees and pressed her ear against Rhaena's flat belly. "Hear that, little nephew. It's your Aunt Aly. I love love love you."

"He's our cousin as well, Aly," laughed Viserys, though he was old enough to understand what Rhaena had put herself into. So was Jaehaerys, hugging his sister but roiling inside with confusion and worry.

They handled it better than Aegon, who was elsewhere. Truthfully, their sister seemed frightned to even tell him. "He'll hates me," Rhaena said.

"No he won't," Viserys tried to comfort her, but Rhaena didn't believe him.

Jaehaerys did not blame her. How were they supposed to think this?

In all of this, Jaehaerys knew not what to think. He loved his sister more than anything, and Maegor… Maegor was everything he ever wanted to be. A mighty warrior, a skilled dragonrider, a Prince renowned the world over. And yet here they were, married? Married! He already married and she having given away her maidenhood and begotten with child. Part of him thought the same as the lessons Murmison taught him at how sinful it was, yet another couldn't imagine those he admired and loved so could do anything if it wasn't good.

Pacing aimlessly through the halls, the Prince tried to come to sense with it all.

"You monster! How could you do this to her?!"

He stilled. It was his muna, yet she was even angrier than Jaehaerys had ever heard her.

"Alyssa, calm down." Uncle Maegor.

"Calm down?! Fuck you! Of all the things you destroy and people you corrupt, I never expected Rhaena to be one of them!"

Unable to resist, Jaehaerys crept forward. Just barely peeking around the corner in order to gain a decent view of the drama developing before him. As expected, there was his mother and uncle. Queen Alyssa was red and shaking, while Prince Maegor tried to calm her down. "She is the woman I love, Alyssa…"

That only seemed to set her off further. "You are married! Ceryse loves you, yet you destroyed her as well, a trail of women left ruined by you!." Jaehaerys felt the urge to run in and defend his uncle. Rhaena… all he could be certain of was that he had never seen her happier than she was now, and that was their uncle's doing.

But Jaehaerys stopped as Maegor spoke again. "Do you speak of Rhaena and Ceryse… or of yourself? Of your history with me?" What?

She was silent, beyond simple anger. Beyond hate. Alyssa just stared at her goodbrother, at her once-lover. "Damn you, Maegor. Damn you to the seven hells."

"You can say for me to go anywhere you wish me to go, Alyssa. I am the rider of Balerion and the son of Aegon the Conqueror and Visenya the Conqueror. I can take it, but do not seek to hurt your daughter and grandchild in the process."

"How could you be so monstrous and suggest I would harm her?"

He sighed. "I am whatever you claim me to be if you wish, but I am also her husband and your goodson now. She is my responsibility and I am glad to protect her."

That made her fume… and quiver. Long had she wished for him to say that for her. Fantasized on it. Gods… "I hate you, Maegor."

Her words, they wounded Maegor more than her previous barbs. "I never hated you, Lyssa," he spoke his past pet name for her, one that wiped the seething scowl off her lips. "Not once, not after anything you said to me or how our relationship ended."

She held up a hand, looking away and trembling. "Please, shut up." Jaehaerys, listening, furrowed his brows in confusion. What is she talking about? What relationship was this, and why would his uncle hold a pet name for his muna?

But Maegor wouldn't heed her words. How could he? Aside from his relationship with Ceryse and how his beloved first bride suffered so, his biggest regrets involved Alyssa. "My dear…" he walked to her, and by the gods she didn't pull away, leading Maegor to take her hands in his. "I'm sorry… for everything that happened, even if it had to happen."

"You had no right… no right to make that decision for me. To make it for Rhaena either."

"Rhaena made the decision for herself, and she was unmarried."

"Yet you are."

"Different rules. I'm sorry, but they are. I love her… I love Ceryse, they are both in my heart… just as you are."

Alyssa's eyes filled with tears.

Jaehaerys simply gaped. No… it can't be true…

First Rhaena marrying his uncle, falling pregnant by his uncle, and now…

Finally, the Queen spoke, certain they were alone. "You left me… you abandoned me, Maegor."

"I hated to hurt you, yet I had to. It was the only way since I truly did love you."

The story he had told Jae, of when duty compelled him to reject the one he truly loved at the time… It was my muna all along. He wanted to vomit.

"That wasn't set in stone."

"Yes it was."

Unable to contain herself, the affection and hate and anger and sadness in her heart, Alyssa threw herself at Maegor. To his surprise and that of her youngest son. Lips fused with his, tongue invading his mouth, and for a moment she could feel his passion. His draconic fire driving him to her. Yes, yes, yes! More arousal surged through her in this single moment than any time she had laid with her husband.

But no good thing for Alyssa Velaryon could last long. Maegor shoved her away - just as Jaehaerys averted his eyes in revulsion. "We cannot do this again. You are my brother's wife and I am your daughter's husband."

Shattered yet again by him, the hate resurged. Alyssa's fists clenched, but with restraint in her she refused to hit him. "By the Seven who are One, Maegor Targaryen, I curse you. Curse you to know not but pain and death in your life. I curse you!" Sparing him one last hateful glare, she turned on her heels and stormed back down the corridor.

Running a hand through his hair, Maegor knew not how to make sense of this… and it was only the beginning. He had yet to see Ceryse, yet to deal with the aftermath of when this would be made public and funneled through the zealous elements of the Faith - unlike his parents, he had not vanquished every army that tried to resist them in an explosion of dragonfire, and even then the new generation only knew a King with one wife, either Aegon and Visenya or Aenys and Alyssa.

They knew not his muna Rhaenys. Or they knew but were no longer afraid. Maegor touched his breast, feeling the Valyrian steel pin gone. He was still in court, but no longer Hand. A message that would be heard and felt all across the Realm, and not one for the better.

His reputation was one of strength. Aenys' wasn't. Murmison's definitely wasn't, and the Prince didn't put much stock into the ability of the Septon to calm tensions.

Only the High Septon could.

These matters on his mind, he almost ran into his trembling nephew when turning the corner, only to go nearly white as he saw the hate in Jaehaerys' face. "Jae…"

The young Prince scrambled to his feet. "So it was muna," he seethed. "The woman you loved was muna."

He couldn't deny it. "Yes."

Something in Jaehaerys still hoped he'd deny it, and deny it so convincingly that his uncle - his idol - wouldn't have betrayed their whole family. And yet Maegor's honesty killed all of that within the young Prince and inside, it felt as if he'd been submerged in ice-water. "You… you're exactly what they say of you…"

Somehow the situation had fucked itself beyond even what he had recognized as possible. "Please, nephew, allow me to explain…"

Jaehaerys sprang back. "Don't touch me, don't deign to speak to me again." Much as his mother had, he ran off, leaving Maegor alone in the corridor.

"FUCK!" He punched the wall as he screamed.

A/N: That went about as well as could be expected. No banishment so Rhaegor (trademarked) can stay in King's Landing... but poor Jaehaerys.

We got pretty much confirmation about what happened with Alyssa and Maegor.

Till next time!

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