OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

She couldn't have imagined Aenar rivalled with Aegon, ever he was born could take a kingdom less than a third of which supported her. Aenar's Conquest as they now called it had taken months rather than years, and he had lost only two Black supporters in the fighting whilst the Greens lost ten.

Alicent hoped if what she expected was to be done was done, that the bitch showed the same speed in her punishments as her wars.

The Iron Throne was intimidating in and of itself: one thousand jagged edges comprised from those who opposed the dragons in that first domination of the land. To say it was more intimidating when surrounded by hundred armed guards, seven kingsguard and had a sickly yellow dragon coiled around it, the beast's wigs looking as if they sprouted from behind the usurpers back, was something Alicent deemed an understatement.

The smell of blood filled the room, the trail of red leading to Roach s mouth getting Helaena stuck for a moment bringing her close to sobbing.

Everything in the Great Hall was exaggerated; the tinted windows, the roof that stretched so high it disappeared into darkness and the skulls of other dragons twice Roach's size.

In this environment, Alicent had to stifle a chuckle at how Aenar looked- worn out, his hair tied loosely in a plat that flowed down to his knees, and a demon quickly festering in her belly, the Usurper was not half how the propaganda portrayed him

He looked more suited to nursing a babe whilst folding linens than sitting a seat, just as old as Alicent herself. For a moment, the Queen Regent felt no fear, but then she saw the Kings eyes.

The pupils were thin as a snake's, and the lilac colouring looked almost mystical in the shimmering light from the windows. A faint smile to her faith revealed discolored teeth, most likely left uncleaned since he had arrived in the seat of Westerosi power.

Alicent had her legs kicked out from under at the foot of the stairs, a platform on which the seat of blades sat. The heat of Roach's breath made the King sweat profusely- Aenar seemed to recognise this, and waved a hand to a kingsguard member Alicent could not make out who placed a bucket of oats and a bucket of water at their knees, a gift Heleana dived into by sucking the water with her hands and eating straight out of the oats bucket, likely taken from the horses feed.

"He wants to see me grovel and lap up my feed like a dog," the Queen Regent knew, but Heleana had already taken most of the meal and her mother could wait no longer. The warm water was so refreshing, moistening her throat so that she cough sigh in relief. The oats were so dry, but it felt good to eat food that was something other than a paste, something to be savoured and crushed under tooth.

When the buckets were empty, Aenar finally took away her hand from her chin and leaned back in his stolen seat. When he spoke, his voice was raspy yet calm, powerful yet weak from what seemed like a break in her, a break that neither. The love he had for was buried at war.

"Its good to see you again Alicent." Aenar drummed hus fingers, each adorned with ruby and sapphire rings. "Daeron and Aemond have been a good eater, i'd say they're both nearly as plump, you are- well were i might say. If i wanted, i'm sure a common lord would manage to overlook the fact your womanhood is neither pure nor tight." He mused cheekily.

Alicent was silent, but she knew he felt no pain from it: other children had mocked her all her life, and an insult so weak as to shame her motherhood was nothing but a mere speck on the strong man's mind.