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The Green Queen
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Chapter 5: The Lady , The Princess and the Knight
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~***~
Rhaenyra
Through the field of clouds, a dragon with yellow scales that lightens under the sun. A young girl with silver hair that glints under the sunlight maneuvered the dragon towards the Red Keep and behind it was the Dragonpit.
As the dragon landed two dragonkeepers approached. The older one holds his spear out to prevent the younger one from getting too close.
"Dohaeras, Syrax. " Said the elder dragonkeeper. He nods to the younger one.
"Umbas. Rybas." Said the younger.
Rhaenyra hops off her dragon's back and gently caresses the dragon's neck.
Ser Harrold Westerling, the captain of Kingsguard greeted the princess.
"Welcome back Princess. I trust your ride was pleasant."
"Try not to look too relieved, ser. " Rhaenyra jests.
"I am relieved. Every time that golden beast brings you back unspoiled, it saves my head from a spike." Ser Harrold huffed.
"Alicent!"
Rhaenyra approaches the carriage where her friend Alicent Hightower is standing. Beside her is the newly knighted Ser Criston Cole.
"Syrax is growing quickly, your highness. Soon, she'll be as large as Caraxes."
"That's almost large enough to saddle two. Maybe three? If Ser Cole were to dangle on her tail." Rhaenyra laughed.
Both ladies looked at Ser Criston with teasing eyes and smile. Ser Criston let out a sigh.
"I believe I'm very content as a spectator, thank you." Ser Criston answered.
"I believe I am as well Princess." Alicent smiled.
Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at the two.
"Dohaeras. Naejot. " The dragonkeeper leads Syrax into the Dragonpit.
~***~
"Alicent!"
Alicent turned around to see the young princess walking fast towards her. Just looking at her excited face she knew there is something Rhaenyra wanted her to see or to join her for.
"Princess? What is it?"
Rhaenyra sighed. "It's been years Alicent that you lived in the capital with me. Now that my great grandfather King Jaehaerys died you could spend time with me more now. Yet you still insist on calling me princess."
Alicent chuckled. "Forgive me, Rhaenyra. You know I can't just call you by your name infront of the crowd and other people."
The princess rolled her eyes."Well you need to drop it because I can't see other people here Alicent. It's just the two of us "
At that moment Criston appeared beside the two girls." I beg to correct you princess.But there's a three of us,not two of you." He then flashed a smile.
Rhaenyra stomped her feet in irritation." Ser Criston, why can't you just leave me and my friend alone for once? You're acting like a damn leech towards my best friend here."
"Rhaenyra." Alicent chastised her. The princess just rolled her eyes again.
"Well I beg your forgiveness for not being the only friend of Lady Alicent here. " He smirked. Rhaenyra really wanted to wipe that irritating smirk off his face.
Rhaenyra knew that Cole have feelings for her friend, Alicent. Two years ago they developed a strange friendship, A knight, a lady and a princess. Though Cole's relationship towards Alicent evidently seem more than just friendship. She wonders if her friend felt the same.
The way he would look at Alicent, smiling softly and all. Everytime Alicent would say something he would immediately agree. As if Alicent was a goddess and shit gold from her arse.
Honestly, this makes Rhaenyra a little jealous. She can't deny she admires Ser Criston. All noble ladies does. Yet this dashing knight revel in the mere presence of the daughter of the Hand of the King.
Although no one can deny the courtly elegance of Alicent Hightower. At such a young age she is revered as the paragon of replendence of being a noble lady. Perfect etiquette. Unparalleled in manners and mind.
"Rhaenyra?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by Alicent's look of worry.
"Oh. Uhm it's nothing. Shall we go?"
Alicent nodded. They began to walk on the garden with Cole right behind them.
Sometimes she can't help but compare herself to her. Her gracefulness and sophisticated manners. She may try to bury the envy but it seems her septa likes to do otherwise. She doesn't fail to compare her, a princess, to a mere young lady of a noble house. The Septa always sing praises of Alicent's name.(Her ears nearly bled for the Septa's babble all day.) On how she is a blessed lady of the Seven. Not that Rhaenyra believed in that false gods.
The three of them walk through a courtyard in the Red Keep and through various halls before arriving a certain room. They saw the current queen Aemma Arryn, Rhaenyra's mother. Heavily pregnant, she is laying on a couch and is attended by various servants.
"Ah... Rhaenyra."
She entered her mother's room and saw her fanning herself.
"You know I don't like you to go flying while I'm in this condition."said Aemma.
"You don't like me to go flying while you're in any condition. "Rhaenyra answered.
At that awkward moment Alicent step in.
"Your Grace." Alicent curtsied. Criston bowed.
"Good morrow,Alicent. Ser Cole." Aemma greeted back.
"Did you sleep?" Asks Rhaenyra.
"I slept."
"How long?" Rhaenyra sits at her mother's feet.
Aemma huffed with a little smile at her daughter's worry . "I don't need mothering Rhaenyra."
"Well, here you are, surrounded by attendants, all focused on the babe. Someone has to attend you. " Rhaenyra said, worriedly.
"You will lie on this bed soon enough, Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the realm."
"I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle glory. " Rhaenyra complained.
Her mother lets out a heartily laugh at her daughter's complaint. As well as Alicent and Criston in the background.
"I'm sure you'll be dashing , Princess." Alicent teased.
Rhaenyra huffed." I'll be the most dashing in the realm, that they won't be able to continue to call me the Realm's delight."
"Rhaenyra the Dashing, or The Dashing Princess seemed fit as a title." Criston had the gall to look up to the ceiling as if thinking so hard and seriously.
The four of them laughed together.
"I'm sure she will be. Yet our role differs, Rhaenyra. We have royal wombs , you and I. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now take a bath. You stink of dragon."
After the teasing and giggling, it's time for Alicent to leave. Ser Criston also left to follow Alicent. Rhaenyra once again rolled her eyes. The way Cole is acting as if he would drop dead if he didn't breathe the same air as Alicent is annoying her.
Her mother complained on how long until she would give birth. Rhaenyra thought the same since the age gap between her and her brother is great that she fears she couldn't take care of him since the time the babe would be conscious enough to walk she would be whisked away by some man her father ordered her to marry.
She hopes the little one would soon come out.
~***~
In the Godswood..
"Did you read it?"
Rhaenyra let out a smug smile.
"Of course I read it."
Alicent rose an eyebrow.
"When Princess Nymeria arrived in Dorne, who did she take as her husband?"
Rhaenyra confidently answered. "A man."
Alicent's brow rose higher.
"What was his name?"
"Lord Something."Rhaenyra answered.
Rhaenyra then lays her head in Alicent's lap near the weirwood. Alicent had her large book open.
"I'm pretty sure if you answered 'Lord Something ' in Septa Marlow's face she'll be furious enough to resemble Syrax."
Rhaenyra laughed. "Oh that will be so much fun to see." The young princess starts to imagine the Septa's face with a dragon's snout for a nose and breathing fire whenever angry.
"Besides, all I can remember is him being Nymeria's husband. He doesn't have any memorable feats that will led me to easily recall his name."
Cole, again interjected in their conversation.
"Then I'll be sure to have memorable feats to have my name lasts for centuries to come." He said.
"Doing something unexpected is quite memorable Ser Criston. Just like marrying a bear or dying in the most hilarious way the realm has ever seen would do the trick."
Both of them laughed.
After a moment Rhaenyra realizes Alicent fell silent. Only looking at her. Piercing her with those deep green eyes.
"Is something wrong?" Ask Rhaenyra.
Ser Criston sensed that this conversation should be only between the two young ladies so he excused himself and went to stand not too far away from them. An appropriate distance for protection and privacy.
After a moment Alicent answered.
"You're worried."
Rhaenyra's heart thumped. This is one of the reasons why she considered Alicent as her closest friend. She knows how to read Rhaenyra similar to an open book. It seems Alicent's reading skills transcends not only in her letters.
"Why do you say that?" Though she tries to deflect anyway.
"Disagreeable. You're always like this when you're worried. Though I have my fair share of guessing between your mother and father. "
Rhaenyra let out a long and deep sigh. As always nothing escapes her friend's hawk-like observation.
"I only worry for my mother. I hope my father that he gets a son. As long as I recall, it's all he's wanted. "
Rhaenyra remembers the time where whispers of her mother's miscarriage is imminent. She recalls how her previous brother died in his cradle,her mother crying out loud with her too young to understand. If a son could set her mother free then she hopes the babe would come soon hale and healthy.
'If her mother were to have complications..'
"You want him to have a son?"asks Alicent.
"I want to fly with you, on dragonback. See the great wonders across the Narrow sea and only eat cake. "
Alicent just stared at her,deadpan.
"I never jest about cake." She added.
Alicent caresses her head gently. Tracings calloused her fingers on Rhaenyra's hairline to her brows, deep in thinking. Rhaenyra lets her.
Alicent then smiled.
"I would be lying if I said I won't love to see Ser Criston dangling on Syrax's tail. "
Rhaenyra grinned.
"I heard that, you know."
The two girls giggled. Ser Criston returned to his position earlier when he realize the conversation turned lighthearted.
"But of course before that you should answer my questions. I rather not stand for hours waiting for the septa to finish her scolding of you outside of the sept. "
"Princess Nymeria led her Rhoynar across the Narrow Sea on 10,000 ships to flee their Valyrian pursuers. She took Lord Mors Martell of Dorne to husband and burned her own fleet off Sunspear to show her people that they were finished running. "
She ripped one of the pages of the book and gave it to Alicent.
"What are you doing?" Alicent is shocked.
"So you remember and stop asking me questions. "And as a sign of their everlasting friendship.
Alicent huffed and she put her hands to her hips as if to scold an unruly child and that child is Rhaenyra.
"If the Septa sees this book-"
"Fuck the Septa."
They heard Ser Criston choke his own spit.
"Rhaenyra!" Reprimand Alicent.
Cole bearing as their witness under the weirwood tree in the Red Keep. They told their promises on how they would travel the world together on dragonback once her mother gave birth to a son as the heir. How they would reach places farther and longer than Janaera Belaerys's three year long voyage of Sothoryos. They would discover the world together. Maybe have Ser Criston ride along the way.
~***~
Gerald Hightower
Gerald knocked on his sister's door before entering her chamber. There she saw his sister's servant Lysa holding a stack of papers(he still doesn't know how his sister made such fine parchments for writing). She then gave a final order and dismissed her servant that went scurrying outside in a hurry.
She smiled and went to serve two cups of tea(seriously his sister is quite obsessed with tea) and offered some pastries and biscuits to partner with.
After a sip of tea they started their usual conversation about their day. They talked about the upcoming tourney at Maidenpool to celebrate King Viserys 's ascension.
"You will be announced as the new Commander of the Citywatch brother."
Gerald titled his head.
"The Citywatch? "
"Yes. Don't worry. They are loyal to us above all. They know who funded and have their backs covered in goldcloaks. It's time they know who their master are." Alicent sips her tea.
"And you want me to further instill their loyalty, am I right?" He asked.
"Mayhaps."Then there she goes again, giving her sweetest smile.
Gerald nodded and sipped his tea.
"And oh, don't hold back at punishing criminals brother. Lest they underestimate you. Better that those criminals be ruled with discipline and fear rather cultivate rotten behavior with leniency."
~***~
Viserys
Inside the Small Council chamber, King Viserys ate his meal heartily.
"So, I said to him,"Well I believe you migt be looking at the wrong end."
The whole small council laughed at the king's jest. Save for the Lord of the Tides and Master of Ships,Lord Corlys Velaryon.
Lord Corlys cleared his throat. " My lords,the growing alliance among the Free Cities has taken to styling itself 'The Triarchy.' "
The Master of Ships stood up and unrolled a map of the Stepstones onto the table.
"They have massed on Bloodstone and are presently ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation."
Hearing this, Viserys answered.
"Well that's suspiciously like good news, Lord Corlys. "
"A man called Craghas Drahar has styled himself as the prince-admiral of this Triarchy. They called him 'The Crabfeeder' due to his inventive methods of punishing his enemies. "
The doors of the chamber opened and entered his only beloved daughter, Rhaenyra. No doubt here to do her duty as cupbearer. Rhaenyra became a cupbearer for her father, serving him at the table, at tourneys, and at court. From that point onward, King Viserys was seldom seen without Rhaenyra.
"And are we meant to weep for dead pirates?" Viserys asked. He does not have the slightest idea what's the point Lord Corlys wish to make.
"No your grace."
Viserys waved his hand. "Rhaenyra, you're late. The King's cupbearer must not be late. Leaves people wanting for cups."
With the king changing topics, Lord Corlys sits down, looking frustrated.
"I was visiting mother with Alicent and Ser Criston."
"On dragonback?"
Rhaenyra did not answer,instead prepares some wine and begins serving the members of the small council.
"Your grace, with The Hand's persuasion,the crown has invested significant capital in retraining and re-equipping of the Citywatch. Which makes me ask if you could have instead Ser Gerald Hightower instead of your brother to fill his seat on the council and provide an assessment of his progress as the Commander of The Watch." Lord Lyman Beesbury, the Master of Coin.
Viserys eyes narrows. "You wish to have my brother replaced of his seat at my council, is that it Lord Beesbury?"
"If I may so bold, your grace. "
Viserys thought anger would rise up inside him, yet he felt nothing but disappointment and resignation. Its not that he doesn't see what Lyman is implying. Lyman was right. Daemon is far too busy travelling with his dragon Caraxes. Doing god knows what and leaving an empty seat behind.
"I shall think about it.What are your thoughts on Ser Gerald Hightower then?"
"I must say, I don't have any negative opinion of him.The lad is austere and strict if you ask me. The criminal activities here in King's Landing have lessened and the security strengthened. Serving proper justice right and left. My praises also goes to his father, the Hand is indeed helpful at relieving the costs. " Lyman nodded at Otto.
"Well, consider our coins well invested." Viserys said happily.
Corlys interjected." I would urge you not to allow this Triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones , your grace. If those shipping lanes should fall,it will beggar our ports. "
"The crown has heard your report, Lord Corlys and takes it under advisement." Otto dismissed.
A tension suddenly rised inside the chamber. For a moment no one speaks until the Lord of Tides appear to concede.
"Shall we discuss the Heir's tournament, Your grace?" Otto changed the subject.
Viserys' eyes lit up."I would be delighted. Will the master's name day prediction hold,Mellos?"
The grandmaester,Mellos wiped the sweat on his forehead. " You must understand that these are mere estimations ,my King.but we all have been poring over the moon charts, and we feel that our forecast is as accurate as it can be."
Rhaenyra makes her way to Lord Corlys' cup yet the lord held out his hand to stop her from pouring him wine.
"The cost of the tournament is not negligible. Perhaps we might delay until the child is in hand?" Lyman muttered.
Lord Lyonel Strong, the master of laws answered.
"Most of the lords and knights are certainly on their way to King's Landing already. To turn them back now..."
"The tourney will take the better part of the week. Before the games were over, my son will be born, and the whole realm will celebrate. " Viserys declared.
"We have no way of predicting the sex of the child?" Said Mellos.
"Of course, no maester is capable of rendering an opinion free of conditions, are they now? There's a boy in the queens belly. I know it. And my heir will soon put this all damnable hand-wringing to rest himself." He dismissed.
~***~
Rhaenyra
"He passed through the Red Keep's gates first light." Reported Ser Harrold.
"Does my father knows he's here?" Asked Rhaenyra. She's here to deal with her uncle herself. If her father heard his brother who disappeared for many moons is back again in King's Landing without notice he will be furious towards him again.She might as well catch up with the moments they missed and stories from across the sea from her beloved uncle while she's at it.
"No, princess."
"Good."
The throne room opens and at the end of the hall, Daemon sits on the Iron Throne.
The captain of Kingsguard held his sword at his waist tight at the action implying treason infront of him. "Gods be good."
"It's all right ser." Placates Rhaenyra. She can't have her uncle locked up in the dungeons when she hadn't talked to him just yet.
She went to approach Daemon while Harrold stayed on the doorway.
"Skoros gaomagon ao pendagon ao sagon doing, kepus?"(What do you think you're doing, uncle?)Rhaenyra asks her uncle in High Valyrian.
"Demātas. Bisa could sagon ñuha chair mēre tubis ." (Sitting. This could be my chair someday. ) Answered her uncle.
"Daor lo ao sagon morghūlis ondoso treason. Ao daor issare isse anogrion syt pyrys." (Not if you're executed for treason. You haven't been in court for ages.)
Daemon paused for a moment. "Aye....anogrion iksis sīr morghūlis ruaka." (Court is dreadfully boring.)
"Pār skoro syt māzigon arlī rȳ mirre?" (Then why come back at all?)
Rhaenyra stops at the edge of stairs leading to the throne.
Daemon chuckled. "Nyke ryptan aōha kepa iksin hosting iā vīlībāzma isse ñuha rigle."(I heard your father hosts a tournament on my honor.)
"Se vīlībāzma iksis syt zȳhon dārilaros."(The tourney is for his heir. ) Said Rhaenyra, exasperated.
"Sepār hae vestan."(Just as I said.)
"Zȳhon arlie dārilaros."(His new heir.)
Daemon stands up from the throne and approaches Rhaenyra.
"Ēva aōha muña maghagon forth iā tresy,you issi mirre qrimbrōstan lēda nyke."(Until your mother brings forth a son,you are all cursed with me.)
"Pār nyke kessa hope syt iā lēkia."(Then I shall hope for a brother.)
Daemon stops infront of Rhaenyra. They both smirk at each other.
"I brought you something. "
He holds out a necklace. It's a beautiful silver necklace with a pendant carved a dragon.
"Do you know what it is?"
"It's a Valyrian steel. Like your sword, Dark Sister."
"Turn around."
Rhaenyra obeys and pulls her long silver hair away from her neck. She takes off her own necklace and lets her uncle put a new one on her.
"Now you and I both own a small piece of ancestry. "
When Daemon finished, Rhaenyra turned around and let her uncle admire his gift on her.
"Gevie."(Beautiful.) Daemon praised.
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