Small footsteps could be heard on the stone halls of the Red Keep, as Little Jeyne sped up her pace, eager to reach the chambers of the man she desired.
The young lady-in-waiting had been invited by Visenya very early that morrow to the King's chambers, in order to see the grey hatchling, Aegarax.
'Tis been a moon since the Gods had blessed them all, as the true power of House Targaryen had resurfaced, and the young Princess was eager to share every moment of it with her ladies. It was to be just three of them now.
Elinor was setting up her life at Casterly Rock, trying to make the best of her arranged marriage. From the ravens Visenya received from the Westerlands, it would seem that Loreon Lannister was treating his new lady wife well, providing her with everything she needed. And from Elinor's usual sweet words written down on parchment, it was implied that the marriage had been consummated.
Elinda Massey had let out a sigh of relief at the news, eager for the whispers about her niece's lack of purity to be put to rest. She was a married woman now…and she was not only the lady of a Paramount House, but also the wife of one of the wealthiest lords of the Realm.
Meanwhile, Prudence was to be the first Valyrian Lady of Highgarden, something which no doubt served to anger the Hightowers and the Peakes to no end.
Quite an accomplishment for the Princess Visenya, many would say. She managed to arrange two very advantageous marriages in her favour…ensuring the Lannisters' and the Tyrells' support.
Said support was even more easily given when the signs that House Targaryen had begun to rise once more, were becoming more and more visible. The whole Realm whispered of the dragon egg which had surprisingly hatched after having remained stone cold for over five and ten years.
Some spoke of the Gods' favour shining down upon the remaining Targaryens. Others, more loyal to the once war faction called 'the Blacks', claimed that this was a gift, sent by Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen herself from high above, in the Seven Heavens…a way for her to show her love for the children she had left in this world.
Whichever it was, the little dragon proved to be a symbol of hope for the Realm…just as Morning had once been.
True, Aegarax was a small thing now…but he would grow, and next to Morning, he would protect them all.
Sarra was the most fascinated by the magic of Old Valyria which was shown through this minuscule creature. Alas, the Stark girl grew temperamental when Aegarax refused her touch.
Visenya and Little Jeyne shared giggles at the sight. It would seem that there were still many who refused to believe that a dragon would only be loyal to his own rider, and no one else.
Ser Edmund Warrick had walked in after a few moments, and informed Little Jeyne that Lord Isembard Arryn had invited her to break fast with him.
The lady of House Arryn did not miss the sudden worried looks that Visenya and Sarra gave one another. They were truly concerned for her, but they needn't be. She knew what she wanted.
The Gilded Falcon was beyond any doubt the best match for the second ruling Lady of the Eyrie. Now that both Elinor and Prudence had found good husbands, it was time for Little Jeyne to think of her future as well. For her, it was much more precarious. She was not to be a simple wife to her lord husband, as the Princess' other ladies. She was to be the ruling lady of a Paramount House, with a husband carefully selected by her, to support and cherish her.
Marriages between cousins oft existed around the Realm. And Isembard was a distant one at that. With a dispensation from the High Septon, their marriage could happen without any problems…except mayhaps Little Jeyne's father.
She had not written to her father for many moons now. For if she did, she would be tempted to inform him of her idea to wed his one-time rival, a rich member of House Arryn who still held claim to the seat.
Little Jeyne was frightened to learn of his reaction. Lord Joffrey Arryn was a peaceful, kind-hearted man…but not to be underestimated. If he could sense danger lurking about, especially around his own daughter and heir, he would make that danger disappear no matter the cost.
And regardless the peace which had been agreed upon between him and Isembard, Lord Joffrey did not trust him.
Little Jeyne, however, believed in second chances. She was of pure heart, and given the fragile state of her position, she did not wish to make any lord in the Vale, her enemy.
Especially not someone like Isembard Arryn, who was now not only influential in the Vale, but also at Court.
Little Jeyne finally reached the doors to the chambers belonging to the Master of Coin. She bit her lip and looked down at her trembling hands. No knights were posted outside, which meant it would be up to her to announce herself.
He had sent for her so as they would break fast together, and Little Jeyne could not understand why. He had barely spoken to her for the past few moons, having been preoccupied with the Crown's finances…or so he said.
The courtiers were whispering that there was more to Lord Isembard's work than that.
Some even dared claim that he was planning another rebellion in the Vale. Treasonous words, not to be taken seriously.
Her heart was beating wildly, as one trembling hand rose to knock on the doors.
Upon hearing his voice, Little Jeyne opened the doors herself.
She was pleased with what she had chosen to wear on this day. Arryn blue dress, with white, intricate patterns of falcons on her chest. Her brown hair had been pulled up and arranged in classic Southern style.
Isembard raised himself on his feet the moment she entered…his eyes were on her at once, analysing her dress, and every movement she made. From the way his eyes glinted, it would seem that he approved.
He was much too formal. Bowing, addressing her politely as 'Lady Jeyne', and showing her to the seat at the table, where their meal had been served.
If formality was what he desired, Little Jeyne would reciprocate.
"Lord Isembard, I was surprised to learn of your invitation.", she started the discussion, when she noticed that the food had caught his eye, and she was but a spectator.
With a raised eyebrow, the Gilded Falcon asked her softly, "Why is that, my lady?"
"You have not spoken to me for long now…despite the House which ties us. You claimed you would keep me company here at Court…look out for me. But you have barely even acknowledged me."
Her cheeks reddened and she looked down at the foods on her plate almost instantly, not liking how much of her feelings she had shared with him. It made her look far too vulnerable.
"Please, forgive me then…for keeping you at bay was not my intention. The Crown relies on me, as you well know."
"Yes, I understand. But I doubt that the Targaryens rely on you day and night. We are at a time of peace. We no longer fight any wars, do we?" Little Jeyne pressed, her grey eyes meeting his own.
The usually shy Little Jeyne was upset, and Isembard could easily sense it.
"Have I offended you, my lady?"
"I was most pleased to learn that I have one of my own family living in the Red Keep. I had hoped we would see more of each other." Little Jeyne explained herself, whilst trying to avoid any words which might offer him insight on her true feelings.
She was enamoured with him. How she could she not be? But with her fragile position, she could not afford to let him sense her vulnerabilities.
"I intend to rectify my mistake, then. Allow this morrow to be the first of my attempts." Isembard replied, which brought a small smile to Little Jeyne's face.
"Has your father begun training you for your future role as Lady of the Eyrie?"
"He has tried. The little things. Though, I shall require more. But for now, I intend to remain here and serve the Princess Visenya to the best of my abilities."
Popping a few berries in his mouth, Isembard eyed her carefully before remarking, "You are loyal."
"We must all strive to be loyal. 'Tis this way that wars are prevented." Little Jeyne told him wisely, before adding, "Do you not believe this to be true?"
The girl of five and ten was testing him…trying to see if he still had thoughts of becoming Lord of the entire Vale one day.
Unfortunately, there was naught of interest to be detected.
"You must be resourceful. Gather allies. Ensure that you do not suffer the same fate as Rhaenyra Targaryen when the time comes." Isembard advised her.
"I have the promise of loyalty from the men of the Vale."
"As did Queen Rhaenyra." Isembard mumbled, looking down at his foods.
"Do I have yours?" Little Jeyne asked of him.
Their eyes met once more, and Little Jeyne was trying her best to read his expression. It remained stoic.
"I promised your father that I would uphold your claim. I intend to keep my promise."
This time, there was sincerity in his tone, and Little Jeyne could sense it. Whatever he was doing, it had naught to do with stopping her ascension.
"Thank you.", was all she managed to say to him.
Isembard, however, said nothing, seeming somewhat displeased with her thoughts.
They continued their meal in silence.
…
In high spirits, King Aegon had invited his whole family to join him that morrow, so as they could break fast together.
Daenaera, Viserys and Visenya have all observed the change in the Broken King for the past moon, ever since Aegarax had come into his life.
He was definitely not as broken any longer. He was seen smiling more often. And there had not been a day in which he did not tend to his hatchling. As small as he was, Aegarax had even picked up the habit of sitting on Aegon's shoulder wherever he went.
Prince Daeron had taken a liking to the hatchling as well, and did not seem bothered by the fact that Aegarax would only accept his father's touch. The young prince was fascinated by dragons, and babbled about wanting one as well.
With a smile, Daenaera had placed her small boy on her lap and promised him he would have a dragon all of his own one day.
Daeron squirmed on his mother's lap, finding it uncomfortable now that Daenaera's belly had grown.
After only a moon, Rhaena herself had also started showing small signs that she was indeed with child, and Grand Maester Alford had made no mistake on the matter. Proud, Ser Corwyn was oft seen with his hand on his wife's underside.
The hatchling's presence seemed to have healed all members of the family in the past moon. Slowly, but surely, they were all letting go of the grief they had felt for the loss of Prince Baelor.
There was hope that all would be well for their family now.
Laughter was heard inside the chambers. Pure laughter, for the smallest things. Cups were filled and emptied fast.
Viserys and Visenya eyed one another from across the table, with their own smiles on their faces. Despite a full moon having passed, Viserys had yet to approach Aegon with the request to court and then marry Visenya.
As spirited and hot-blooded as she was, Visenya had thrown a fit, her lips pouted, as she expressed her frustration. Viserys had admitted to have not yet found the courage, but he needed to move fast, as the rest of the Council was already thinking of other marriage prospects for the Princess which would benefit the Crown.
Visenya had even gone as far as to warn him that she would go before the Council herself and reveal to them that he had bedded her. She claimed that she would even allow herself to be inspected by the maesters if need be. And the result would be what she wanted. To avoid news of her tarnished reputation reaching other parts of the Realm, they would have to marry her to Viserys.
Her words were spat with venom, but Viserys could do naught but smile at the fiery dragon he had in his life.
Oh, how he loved her ambition, and her passion.
She had lightened up his life, ever since Larra's death. Their banters, ever since they were young children, was something they both looked forward to. It was their way of connecting. And Viserys had known, even at the mere age of three and ten, that Visenya would become important in his life.
And he had been right.
His Visenya had always been there, ever since he returned from Essos with his wife.
Years later, he had fallen prey to his desires and taken this beautiful girl to bed. And now, she was going to do whatever it took to get them to be wed. And he loved her even more for it.
Kissing her brow, Viserys had done his best to appease her. He had even granted her a ring. Valyrian steel. A silver dragon in a circlet around her finger, with what looked to be a ruby coming out of its mouth.
A promise of his love and devotion to her. A promise that they would be wed, when the time was right.
"Is Alyn not joining us, Baela?" Aegon suddenly asked, although the small smile did not leave his face.
It appeared that there was naught that could upset the King on this day.
Aegarax let out a small shriek from his shoulder, leaning his head down, and attempting to grab the food from his rider's hands.
Baela's smile instantly vanished. She had hoped that no one would notice. As far as she knew, Alyn was taking care of important matters concerning his sailors…or so he claimed. Despite the past moon having gone better for their marriage, Baela could not help the tinge of worry whenever Alyn's absence was noted. In her mind, she could always see him abed with another woman.
"No, brother. He said he has matters to attend to."
Aegon frowned slightly, as did Viserys. The Crown had not given Alyn any instructions on this day. And that was certainly no reason to miss breaking fast with the entire family.
Baela and Rhaena shared looks at that moment. The Dragon Twins could understand one another better than anyone. And since Rhaena was now the only person to know of the child Alyn had fathered on Princess Aliandra Martell, aside from Laena, she could understand Baela's insecurities.
It was at that moment that Alyn had been announced by Ser Raynard.
"Ah! Of course. Let him in!" Aegon exclaimed, seeming pleased that his family could now be whole.
Baela could also be seen exhaling in relief.
Alyn walked inside the chambers with a piece of parchment in his hands, and a surprised look on his face.
Everyone at the table understood what this meant. He had brought news…but whether good or bad, they could not determine.
"Has something happened?" Baela immediately asked him as soon as he took a seat next to her at the table.
Alyn's eyes widened slightly, when he realized that everyone was looking right at him. He did not expect to attract that much attention.
Nevertheless, this was not something he could keep from his King or the family. Not even so as to allow them to break fast in peace.
The news was not bad. Some could call it good, even. However, he was certain that suspicions would arise either way.
"I have received a raven from some of my sailors who have found their way to Volantis." Alyn had started saying.
"Volantis? Alyn, I do not recall the Crown giving you leave for another expedition in Essos." Viserys questioned, his eyebrow raised.
Baela fidgeted in her seat, trying to keep her temper in control. Alyn had not told her about this voyage. Was he planning on going with them and then changed his mind in the last moment?
"It was not a voyage, Viserys. The Crown did not sanction it. I did not approve of it either. I was not informed, but the sailors do have a way of reaching for more when they believe they can get their hands on it. Informing me and by extension the Crown, would have stripped them of part of their winnings." Alyn explained, and Viserys nodded, understandingly.
Driftmark had never recovered from the Rogare bank scandal which had left House Velaryon almost completely ruined. It was natural now for the sailors to attempt to take something for themselves whenever they had the chance without the Crown's interreference. For every sanctioned voyage, the sailors were lucky if they were to keep even half of what they managed to find.
"And what is it that they say in that letter of yours?" Viserys got back to the point.
Even as Hand, he knew that he could not find it in himself to punish the sailors for their attempts to get their people back on their feet. Driftmark was not what it once used to be. It was no longer a power in the Realm, and these sailors had families to feed.
The Crown did not lack for gold. Four and ten years after the war was more than enough time for them to recover. Their finances had only improved since Isembard Arryn had been named Master of Coin. Viserys believed they could turn a blind eye on this one non-sanctioned venture.
At the moment, the news Alyn received was of far more interest.
"They think that they have found someone long believed to be dead." Alyn answered.
"Who?" Aegon asked, trying to keep the more than anxious Aegarax from taking the food from his plate.
"Saera Targaryen."
The clatter of plates and munching of food had stopped at once.
Baela's eyes widened as she stared at her husband.
Aegon and Viserys also stared on in disbelief, whereas Visenya was the only one who seemed pleasantly surprised due to such news.
"Old King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne's daughter? The one who was banished?" Ser Corwyn questioned.
"She was not banished. She had been punished for her love affairs, and was sent to Oldtown in preparation to become a silent sister. She escaped, found her way to Essos and never returned." Viserys corrected him.
"And then she was banished." Alyn concluded matter-of-factly, earning him one of Viserys' glares.
"This cannot be true. She must be over seventy years of age by now." Rhaena said softly, placing her hand on her belly.
"Eight and seventy." Viserys whispered, as he did his calculation rather fast. He knew his history well, it seemed. Especially that which concerned their family.
"But no one has seen or heard from her in years. Not since Jaehaerys' Great Council. Her bastard sons laid claim to the Iron Throne, but she refused, did she not?" Baela argued.
This simply could not be true.
"Yes. From what I know, she has a string of pleasure houses in Volantis. Did good for herself and amassed quite a fortune." Viserys told her, and sighed, rubbing his forehead.
This was not something he would have liked to deal with now. Not when there were matters of his own heart to attend to.
"But, if the sayings are true, and she indeed lives, then how can that be anything but good news? She is family, is she not? We could attempt to reach out to her…" Visenya found herself saying, but Viserys immediately cut her off.
"No!"
The Princess' eyebrows furrowed in discontent. That word flowed so freely from Viserys' lips, and she was growing tired of it.
"What do you mean no?", she questioned defiantly, her leg having started to bounce with annoyance underneath the table.
Viserys and Visenya eyed one another in a challenging manner from across the table, and Alyn was quick in his attempt to break the tension.
"They say that Saera comes out into the light only when she wants to.", the Lord of Driftmark tried explaining.
"For what possible reason could she want to now…after all this time?" Aegon found himself whispering, as Aegarax rubbed his head lovingly against his chin.
"'Tis indeed the question." Viserys answered, suspiciously.
Saera Targaryen had not been the girl the Realm had once known, for many years now. She had lived her life in darkness ever since she had departed King's Landing. She had given away her body to the brothels in Lys. She had even allowed herself to be taken as a mistress by a Triarch of Volantis. She had given birth to his son. A son who had once laid claim to the Iron Throne. She despised Westeros and what it represented. She had once claimed having no intention to return.
If gossip was to be believed, Saera also operated a spy network…and a large one at that.
"She is but an old woman from what I understand. What harm could she do?" Daenaera expressed herself, as she pressed her chin atop of Daeron's head.
"She holds power in Essos. She has gold, and the right connections. If she has grown bored at this old age…she may very well decide to exact revenge on the family who she believes wronged her." Viserys easily determined, as he locked eyes with his brother.
"Or mayhaps she is attempting to reach out to her family, and does not know the best way to do so." Visenya attempted to say.
Viserys scoffed, and shook her head, as he leaned back in his chair. "Reach out? Have you received ravens by any chance, Visenya?"
The Princess' eyes instantly darkened.
"No. Like I said, she does not know how to approach us. We do not even know her. Mayhaps she fears rejection, so she makes herself known to the world, hoping news would reach King's Landing. And so, it has.", she argued.
Sighing, Viserys turned his gaze back to his good-brother, "Alyn, do your best to find out more."
The Lord Admiral gave a nod, before standing up and heading out of the chambers at once.
Soon after, Visenya stood up and walked out of the chambers in a huff, with Viserys looking on after her. He almost called out her name, but realized how easily his affectionate words could expose the truth of their relationship.
He did not like to have to constantly argue with her. It pained him that she could not understand his reasoning.
She was so spirited…always thought with her heart, not with her mind. He, however, was the exact opposite.
Viserys nearly slapped the table in frustration at having upset his Princess once more, but knew well to control himself, given the circumstances.
It would appear that the meal was over. There were matters to take care of, and the Small Council would need to be summoned.
With Aegarax now in his arms, Aegon looked on ahead, wisely whispering, "We could have used a Master of Whisperers."
"Indeed." Viserys agreed and rubbed his chin.
…
The Small Council members had been summoned by the Hand.
With the Lord Admiral's news, decisions would need to be made concerning Saera Targaryen.
Would men be sent to find her and speak with her? Viserys thought about sending Alyn himself. He knew how to manage the Essosi quite well.
From the moment Viserys walked inside the chambers, he could sense that something was not in its right place. Ser Corwyn was speaking with Grand Maester Alford and Ser Raynard Ruskyn in whispers. Mayhaps, it was in regards to the news of Saera Targaryen resurfacing.
"The King!" Ser Edmund called out, just as Aegon entered the chambers, with Visenya following behind him.
Aegarax had gotten used to being perched on Aegon's shoulder even during Council meetings.
Viserys' breathing hitched at the sight of his beloved.
She had changed in Targaryen black and red, and her hair was flowing freely around her shoulders.
Absolutely stunning.
Unable to help himself, Viserys walked over to her, and took her hand in his.
Council be damned! He could not have her be upset with him.
Their eyes met and Visenya instantly pulled her hand back, trembling slightly, and her eyes widening. It seemed she was a lot more frightened of everyone discovering the truth of their relationship, than he initially believed her to be.
He would have to approach Aegon soon.
Looking around, Viserys realized that no one had taken notice of their affectionate touches.
They quickly took their respective seats, as the meeting was to begin. Alyn already had the parchment informing him of Saera Targaryen having been spotted in Volantis, on the table.
Unbeknownst to both the Lord Admiral and the Lord Hand, there was another matter which the other Council members were desperate to address.
"Your Grace, there is a matter of great importance we must inform you of." Grand Maester Alford began, and Aegon nodded, as Aegarax let out a little screech.
"I was informed.", the King replied, gesturing to Viserys, so he can continue.
"Indeed. Sightings of the one-time Princess Saera Targaryen, daughter of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, in Volantis. Lord Alyn has received a raven just this morrow from his sailors." Viserys began, but the news did not seem to shock any of the other Council members.
Something else was clearly on their minds.
Ser Corwyn himself looked distracted.
"I'm afraid, 'tis not that, Lord Hand.", the Grand Maester said more softly, his wrinkly hands gripping the table, almost so as to brace himself for unwanted reactions.
Viserys' eyes narrowed, as he switched his gaze from the Grand Maester, to Ser Raynard, eventually landing on Ser Corwyn.
"What do you mean?" Aegon asked, almost innocently.
"There is a rebellion brewing. In the far west of the Reach. News travels fast, Your Grace…and the Houses plotting the treason in question have rallied behind a name." Corwyn told his good-brother.
A rebellion. War. Fire. Blood.
Aegon's eyes closed at the thought.
His mother's screams still pierced his ears.
Why did the Gods hate him so? Why was it so difficult to maintain peace? So many lives were lost in that war. Did pure hatred mean more to these people than the lives of their loved ones?
"Who, Ser Corwyn?"
The quivering voice of the King reminded the Small Council of the reason he was still being named "the Broken", if no longer "the Dragonbane".
"The man claims to be Prince Daeron, son of King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower."
The tension in the room turned thick, and Viserys himself could hear his own heart's beating rhythmically in his ear.
Visenya scoffed, her back straightening as she spoke confidently, "'Tis not true. He died in battle."
"His body was never found, Princess." Grand Maester Alford dared to voice his opinion, at which point Visenya gazed at him coldly.
"My father's body was never found either after the Battle Above the Gods Eye! Are you to tell me that he is alive and well, and that he chose to abandon his family?", she snapped.
"No…of course not, Princess.", the Grand Maester stuttered, after which he decided to keep to himself.
"I must agree with the Princess. 'Tis not the first time that we have had someone claiming to be Daeron the Daring, as he was once called. If I remember correctly, there was another claim almost nine years ago, of a foolish boy." Isembard stated.
"Not as big as to raise an army behind him." Corwyn replied.
It was Viserys' turn to scoff, and shake his head with a lopsided grin. "An army. Allow me to guess. The Hightowers and the Peakes."
"'Tis what they say, yes. If all talk is to be believed, my Prince, they claim that this man is planning to take Lord Hightower's younger sister, Bethany, as a wife.", the Grand Maester nodded.
Of course. A Hightower Queen.
The purpose of this plot was finally making sense in Viserys' mind. Whether this pretender proved to be true or false, the Greens were on the rise, using this man to their advantage. And the Blacks would have no choice but to rise up from the ashes and face them once more.
"'Tis hardly an army. The Hightowers can barely manage the control of the Bank of Oldtown, and the Peakes cannot make a move without the Tyrells knowing about it. They could do naught but spread talk." Alyn argued.
"The Bank of Oldtown is not what they use for financing this rebellion. Essos has been mentioned. The Free Cities. Sellswords." Corwyn explained.
Isembard's gaze immediately lowered, and guilt seemed to seep through him. He himself had caused great trouble once, by hiring sellswords from Essos in an attempt to take what he perceived was rightfully his.
The Hand's mind was sharp, as he rapidly made the right connections.
"The Triarchs of Volantis?" Viserys asked Rhaena's husband, who seemed to know more of this matter than any information a Master of Whisperers could have provided.
As the Crown's spy network was almost inexistent, it would seem that the rebels wanted the news to be spread about the Realm.
"Mayhaps."
"Prepare the ravens, Grand Maester.", the Hand ordered.
"My lord?" Grand Maester Alford exclaimed, surprised, and uncertain of what Viserys meant.
"To Lord Cregan Stark, Lord Kermit Tully, Lord Joffrey Arryn…and Lord Benjicot Blackwood."
"'Tis not necessary." Aegon stated, crossing his fingers on the table, but avoiding his brother's gaze.
It was not oft that Aegon disagreed with his brother during Council meetings.
"It is. By the time the raven would reach the North, it may very well be too late." Viserys reasoned, and the Grand Maester looked between them, confused on how he should proceed.
"The ravens, Grand Maester.", the Hand insisted, and this time, the King said naught to stop him.
Stark. Tully. Arryn. Blackwood. Their most trusted allies.
"What of the Lannisters and the Tyrells?" Visenya asked softly.
She had gone through a great deal of trouble to arrange those marriages for Elinor and Prudence, not only for their sakes, but also for that of the Crown.
"We are not to reveal our troubles to them just yet." Viserys responded.
Doubt. Fear. Mistrust.
"Lyonel Tyrell assured me of his friendship. We would be fools not to profit.", the Princess was intent on making her voice heard.
Though impressed by her strength, Viserys had yet to agree with her reasoning…on anything, it seemed.
"The name alone would create quite the scandal. Old wounds would reopen." Isembard said.
"Daeron the Forgotten." Viserys mumbled.
"Not by our subjects in Bitterbridge. No. They would certainly not forget the way he laid waste to their lands. The mass of innocent people he killed." Visenya disagreed and earned herself a small smile from Viserys.
"'Tis Daeron the Daring." Grand Maester Alford attempted to explain, as though what was previously said by the Princess would not matter.
"And I am Viserys the Impatient! And should you continue to displease me, I may become Viserys the Impaler! Prepare the ravens, I said!" Viserys snapped.
Despite the seriousness in her brother's tone, Visenya had to instantly cover her mouth to conceal her smile.
"At once, my Prince.", the Grand Maester muttered as he made his way out of the room, quivering slightly.
As soon as Alford left, the chambers entered a period of silence.
All were eying one another, almost suspiciously.
"Mayhaps we worry for naught." Isembard said, his thoughts insisting on just another farce created by their enemies to destabilize the Realm.
But Viserys was thinking differently.
They could not afford to take risks.
The moment Aegon dismissed his councillors, Viserys rushed out the door, with Visenya trailing close after him.
Picking up her skirts, Visenya started running so as to make up for his long strides.
"Viserys!", she called out, making him stop.
The halls were empty, but the Hand was not taking any chances. Grabbing her by the hand, Viserys pulled Visenya up the stairs, all the way to the Tower of the Hand.
Closing the doors behind them, Viserys breathed in deeply, rubbing his forehead, as his head throbbed.
Sensing his distress, Visenya walked close to him and began rubbing at the back of his neck.
Placing her forehead to the side of his head, she whispered, "Do you believe this to be true?"
"I do. And I am beginning to understand a lot more." Viserys responded, wrapping his hand around her waist and keeping her close.
Her sweet scent…her soft skin…her voice. It was all he craved.
"What do you mean?", his love asked.
"Saera Targaryen."
Her silence allowed him to offer an explanation.
"I have gained the necessary connections within the Bank of Oldtown. It cannot finance this rebellion. The gold is coming from Essos, indeed. From a scorned former Targaryen princess.", Viserys reasoned.
He instantly felt her stiffen, and a small word was whispered in his ear, "No."
"Visenya, you believe this to be simple chance, that she resurfaced the moment this rebellion has started brewing? Because I do not."
"She would not do this…no matter her resentment."
"You do not know this woman!"
His raised tone drove her away, and he instantly missed her touch.
"Neither do you!", the Princess snapped.
"Stop being a child, Visenya!"
"You stop being so cynical! You think the worst in everyone!"
"Saera Targaryen has not been seen or heard from for over forty years. The very day we get whiff of a rebellion financed by the Free Cities, we get a raven informing us that this woman has been spotted. A woman with a large chain of pleasure houses giving her access to a lot of gold, as well as a network of spies. This family is the reason she was forced to go into exile. She wants vengeance. She wants to hurt our family name. Can you truly not understand that?!"
He was breathing heavily and studying her gaze intensely.
Visenya pursed her lips for a moment. She lowered her head, saying, "There is naught I want to understand. The past moon has been the happiest for us all."
Cupping his cheeks, she told him firmly, "I want you to finally tell Aegon about us, so as we may be wed. I want to be happy. I care not for anything else."
Turning his head to the side, Viserys offered a kiss on her palm.
"I will, but…", he began saying but was interrupted.
"…but not now." Visenya finished the sentence for him, as complete sadness overtook her.
She had known for very long how much his role as Hand of the King meant to him. But never did she believe that he would begin choosing these duties over his love for her.
Her bottom lip trembling, Visenya made a move to pull away, but he would not let her.
Grabbing her wrists, he kept her hands pressed to his face.
"Sweetling…we will be wed.", he promised.
"'Tis still what you want?"
Her lilac-coloured eyes flashed with tears, afraid of his answer.
But he would not disappoint.
"For always.", he swore and his lips captured hers in a searing kiss, as though sealing their fate.
…
Highgarden. The seat of House Tyrell.
The household looked magnificent from afar, as Lord Lyonel Tyrell and his soon to be bride, Lady Prudence Celtigar, rode in the carriage on the roseroad.
"You fit perfectly. A golden rose you are." Lyonel whispered, taking her hand in his and kissing it.
Prudence could feel her cheeks redden at the compliment.
This was all far too good to be true.
Visenya could not have arranged a more perfect match for her. A strapping, young lord, the Golden Rose of House Tyrell, loving her, cherishing her, while also giving her wealth and prestige.
Prudence had been blessed by the Gods, as her father would say. And as the first Lady of Highgarden to come from House Celtigar, Prudence was determined to show the Realm that a lady of Valyrian descent was just as capable of leading such a household, as any other.
The maids were all lovely towards her from the moment they set foot in Highgarden. Prudence could tell that they were genuine, and not play acting simply because their lord was present.
"You are a most radiant beauty, my lady. If you do not mind me saying so, you rival even Princess Visenya's looks.", one of the maids told her with a smile.
"Oh, I could never surpass the Princess." Prudence replied, although the twinkle in her eyes suggested the compliment more than suited her.
In truth, Visenya's more delicate features far surpassed Prudence's austere looks.
"I'll show you your new chambers." Lyonel offered, as he motioned for the maids to grab her belongings and begin preparing for the new Lady of Highgarden to feel right at home.
He had already arranged for their voyage to the Starry Sept, where they would be wed.
But for now, Prudence was in need of rest.
She followed her soon to be husband in the halls, and Lyonel made certain to introduce her to every person residing there.
Except for one.
Lyonel moved right past one of the studies, where Prudence caught a glimpse of a young man in a brown cap, his face buried in a book.
"Lyonel…" Prudence started saying and pointing to the chambers.
The young lord stopped, followed her finger and Prudence could see his jaw constricting.
"Ah, him. That is Lord Hightower's youngest brother, Garmund."
"What is Garmund Hightower doing here?"
"He is my ward. My page and cupbearer." Lyonel explained, and then shook his head with a small smile.
"My mother's idea. She was so insistent on peace after the war. She threatened Lord Hightower that Garmund would pay the price if he ever attempted to stir up trouble once more. Now that she is gone, the burden falls on me.", he added.
Prudence's eyes widened. "Burden? We must help the Crown ensure peace in the Realm, must we not?"
It was the first time that she saw something different in her betrothed's eyes. Some uncertainties rested in place.
"Mayhaps. But I do not think they should have us on the front lines, doing all the hard work. The Reach is great, my lady. It was not easy for my father, nor my mother to keep it in line. I imagine it will not be easy for me either. And the Hightowers are my bannermen, after all." Lyonel eventually responded.
The young lady listened to him closely. It was difficult to expect him to understand her views, when he was in such an unpleasant position.
The seat of Claw Isle had never borne such great responsibilities. Prudence had seen the manner in which her father governed, and the way her older brothers stood firmly at his side. Troubles such as these have never existed in her former home.
"Of course. I understand.", was all Prudence could muster.
"Good." Lyonel whispered with a serious expression.
Shortly after, his face broke into a huge grin, as he grabbed her hand, eager to show her the rest of his home.
Prudence matched his smile, and looked to be appreciative of everything he was showing her. But in truth, her mind was elsewhere. The presence of Garmund Hightower in her new home, made her uneasy.
Earlier that morrow, all she could imagine was her great fortune. Love, power and wealth. All any girl in the Realm could wish for. But Prudence had never thought of what all of this could cost her.
There was something she knew for certain, however.
She was here to make a life for herself, of course, but, regardless of what would come to pass, she would not forget the promise she made to Visenya.
…
His love's words were what brought Viserys to his brother's chambers late in the night.
Ser Raynard did not even bother announcing him. He let him inside without being questioned. After all that had happened, all that had been heard on this day, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard was certain that the Lord Hand had arrived with a strategy in mind.
Unfortunately, the matters of Saera Targaryen and the news of a pretender to the Iron Throne were not what Viserys had in mind.
The Prince had just come to realize the gravity of further delay. As hesitant as he had been to approach Aegon, furthering this secret would only come to torment the two hidden lovers. And Viserys knew that once he began to focus on the great challenges that were laid ahead for the Crown, he would not be able to keep his mind on anything else…which would break Visenya's heart. He could not have that happen. He needed to act now.
As soon as he entered, Viserys was surprised to see that Aegon was not alone. Resting comfortably in his armchair, the King held his Queen in his arms.
Daenaera was sitting on his lap, her face buried in his neck.
The young dragon, Aegarax, was sitting on one of the pillows placed near the fireplace. He just adored the warmth. Of course, he did.
"Viserys!" Aegon exclaimed with surprise, when he finally took notice of his brother.
"Brother, I need to speak to you. It is a matter of great urgency."
"Not of the matters discussed today. I have laid them both to rest for now. We shall talk on the morrow." Aegon insisted, as he wrapped his arms even tighter around his wife.
During restless nights, Aegon desired the presence of Daenaera and Aegarax to soothe him. He cared not for problems which attempted to disturb his peace. They could wait.
"I am afraid…it is about something else entirely." Viserys managed to say, gulping afterwards, understanding that there was no way out this time. He would have to admit everything to his brother. And he could not imagine any way in which he would escape unscathed.
He had Visenya with him in a brothel. That very night, he took her maidenhead inside the Red Keep, and endangered her reputation, as well as the Crown's image. Aegon had waited for a proper wedding and bedding with his own wife. He had been courteous. He had waited until she was ready to welcome him to her bed. Viserys, even now, had doubts that Visenya had been mindful of what was happening between them. He was certain that she had been blinded by lust. The culmination of the tension which had always existed between them, put aside any reason. That night, they had been two dragons taking what they wanted. Mating.
Daenaera finally raised her head.
"Oh. I should leave you two alone, then.", she stated with an inquiring look.
"No. As a matter of fact…Daenaera, I wish for you to be present as well." Viserys stopped her from walking away.
He needed them both to hear what he had to say.
With a small smile, Daenaera nodded and stood up, her hands pressed to her sides as she waited for the Hand to speak.
"Go ahead, brother." Aegon motioned, while still sitting in the armchair.
Viserys could only stare at them both. He had thought for a moon now on how he would begin to explain this delicate matter. He believed he had found the right words.
However, as he was now standing before his brother and his dear wife, both looking at him expectantly, he was at a loss for words.
His eyebrows furrowing, his mind hazed, Viserys said the first thing that came to him, "Visenya…she has lost her maidenhead."
Fool! What a way to begin! Viserys scolded himself.
A moment of complete silence followed, as Aegon froze into place, not blinking even once.
It was Aegarax's small screech, which brought the King to his senses.
Standing up in an instant, and bearing a concerned expression, Aegon asked him softly, "What? Who?"
Of course! He believes someone had taken her by force!
Viserys' thoughts ran wild. Why did he have to begin by expressing the problem at hand? Why could he not just reveal his love for the girl?
Since they had begun down this far too complicated road, Viserys had no choice, but to reveal the whole thing to an older brother who trusted him more than he did anyone else.
"Me." Viserys admitted, his lilac eyes downcast as he gazed to the floor in shame.
"You?"
Viserys heard Aegon's soft voice, but noticed the way his fingers had begun trembling.
Could it be anger? Or was this just fright?
Either way, Viserys could not continue on this path of shame. He was a dragon, and he needed to take responsibility for his actions. Of that, he knew. What he and Visenya had done was reckless and dangerous. However, he could not apologize…for he did not regret a single moment of that night.
"Yes. Me." Viserys replied more convincingly, as he finally raised his head.
Meeting his brother's gaze proved to be more difficult, for Viserys found himself stuttering, watching as the King's already dark purple eyes turned almost to black.
"Aegon…it was beyond my control. Or hers. I cannot…for the first time…I find myself at a loss for words. All I can say is that…I wish to marry her. And I stand before you on this night, asking for you to grant me leave to court her."
Watching him closely, Aegon posed a single question in a soft tone, "Moon tea?"
"She refuses to drink it." Viserys explained.
Daenaera covered her mouth with one of her delicate hands, as she muffled a giggle.
"Of course, she does.", the 'little queen' managed to say.
Yes. Trying to trap me into marriage, that little minx of mine. Viserys thought as a small smile spread on his face.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Aegon told him, "You must convince her."
Viserys lowered his head once more, giving a small nod, believing this was Aegon's way of informing him that what had happened between them could not go any further.
However, that proved not to be the case.
"Your betrothal shall be announced before the whole Court on the morrow. We cannot risk rushing a ceremony. We do so, and we invite whispers on why this marriage should take place immediately." Aegon explained.
Raising his head, Viserys could see the small smile tugging at the corner of his brother's mouth.
He was not upset. Far from it.
I may be clever, but he is by far the better man.
"Brother…thank you." Viserys told him, grabbing the hand that was on his shoulder and squeezing it tightly in an appreciative manner.
Nodding, Aegon pulled back and informed him, "Go. Tell Visenya the good news. We could all use some."
Viserys was about to turn around and head for the doors, when Aegon's voice stopped him.
"And remember…the moon tea."
"Of course." Viserys accepted, understanding that this was a condition imposed not by his brother, but by the King.
If Visenya wanted this marriage to happen, she had no choice but to respect the King's command.
Before Viserys could leave the chambers however, Daenaera came forth with something on her mind as well.
"He knew." Daenaera informed him with a small giggle.
Furrowing his eyebrows, the Hand asked in a whisper, "Knew?"
"About you and Visenya. He has known for quite some time. He told me but I did not believe him. He is pleased that you have proven him right." Daenaera explained.
Viserys swelled with pride at hearing of his brother's ingenuity. Aegon was oft regarded as a man with far less intellect than his brother, but that was only because Viserys presented the perfect image. The King was used to hiding his more perceptive qualities.
"I am happy for you. Truly. Visenya could not have found a better husband for herself.", the 'little queen' praised him.
Viserys offered her a small smile of gratitude for her blessing.
At last, he would no longer have to hide his love for his Princess.
A/N: We are entering the third part of the story, and it's only going to get more exciting from here. Surprises, betrayals and plot twists. Thanks for reading everyone!