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The Heir of the Dragon: A Rhaenyra Targaryen Quest
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Turn 5: Results Part II
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"What about a position in the City Watch, Ser Gwayne?" You offered. "I know the Iron Gate and the Dragon Gate are still in need of commanders."
Gwayne scratched his beardless chin for a moment as he considered the offer.
"That's not a position you can easily promise," he remarked, even as his eyes made it clear the idea tempted him.
"My father listens to my council in some matters," you replied confidently, "and I'm certain the hand of the king would be willing to support me in this."
In truth you weren't sure if your father would listen to you here. He had listened to you when it came to marriage, but that was because the two of you had largely been in agreement on the matter. You were still just a cupbearer at the Small Council and you had yet to assume an official duties as heir. If Otto helped you though, and you had to imagine he would have been in favor of making his son a commander in the city watch, you should have been able to convince your father to agree to the appointment.
"I will do my best to ensure you have a position in the City Watch," you assured Gwayne, "but regardless of that, you have my word I will not allow any harm to come to Alicent."
You could see a flash of annoyance appear across Ser Tarly's face but he kept his silence.
"Your word?" Gwayne skeptically.
"My oath," you corrected. "The oath of the heir to the Iron Throne. I swear by the old gods and the new that I will protect Alicent with all my strength. I will not allow your sister to come to harm."
Had it been Alicent here you would have sworn on your mother's memory. It would mean more to you than simply swearing on the gods, but Gwayne didn't know you. He might not have understood. No matter the exact words used though, your intent was the same. Regardless of any other feelings the two of you may have had, Alicent was your first friend. Your only friend really. You had no intention of letting any harm come to her.
Gwayne considered your words for a moment.
"Those are serious words," he replied evenly. "One should not make an oath unless they intend to keep it."
"I do," you said as you met his gaze. "I may not be a knight, yet, but my word is my bond. This is not an oath I make lightly and it is one I will keep."
Gwayne smiled in satisfaction.
"I seems I cannot dissuade you from keeping my sister as your handmaiden. Very well," he relented. "You seem a capable woman. If you swear you'll protect her, I'll believe it. I will mention your promise of a position to my father. I'm sure he'll be most interest. I'll spare him the other details. My sister's affections can stay between us I think."
You couldn't deny that Gwayne impressed you. The man barely knew his sister and yet he seemed determined to do what he thought right for her, even keeping secrets from their father.
"What about Alicent?" You asked carefully. "Will you mention this conversation to her?"
You weren't sure how she would react to any of this, but you knew she would definitely have something to say.
"That I leave to you," he smirked. "Good day, Princess."
Relationship with Gwayne Hightower Established
Gwayne Will Remember Your Oath
You found Jeyne Arryn in a palanquin by the docks and watched as she got out to argue with what appeared to be a ship captain. The argument seemed civil, even if you couldn't the exact words they were speaking as you approached, but the frustration of Jeyne's was obvious as she paced about.
"Lady Jeyne," you called out as you and your sworn shield approached. "I am glad to see you. I was hoping we could speak again before you left."
"Well it seems we have plenty of time to do that," Jeyne said with distinct frustration. "Every captain I've spoken to has said storms are still a problem for most of Blackwater Bay and no one is willing to sail to Gulltown for another day or two."
"That is unfortunate," you said sympathetically.
"Normally I wouldn't mind, but most of my lords and ladies left before the storms hit," Jeyne explained. "Not only am I deprived of my dear companions, but I worry what some of my less than dear cousins will do in my absence."
"You know you have my family's support if they dare try anything foolish, cousin," you assured her.
Your father held no particular strong feelings on Jeyne from what you could recall besides knowing about the "rumors" around her, but you very much doubted he would allow your mother's cousin to be removed from her seat. And if he didn't take action, you always could do something yourself.
"That is reassuring to hear," she said with a nod.
"While I am sorry for your situation," you went on, focusing on the subject that brought you here. "I am hoping it will convince you to help me with a similar situation."
Jeyne looked at you quizzically.
"Oh?"
"Rhea Royce wishes to have her marriage to my uncle annulled," you explained. "Trying to take Dragonstone and a second wife has a few of her cousins worried about what else her husband may do when she inherits Runestone."
To your surprise, Jeyne looked more amused than worried.
"Yes, I can imagine having a Dragon taking roost in Runestone would be a bit of a bother," she replied with seeming indifference.
"There was hope you would be willing to speak or write to my father in support of such an annulment," you said carefully.
"Ahh," Jeyne's expression shifted from one of detached amusement to a more annoyed look.
"Tell me, Princess, were you aware Rhea's father served as my regent for my entire minority?" She questioned pointedly.
"That does seem familiar, yes," you vaguely recalled a Small Council meeting a few years ago where they talked about Yorbert Royce stepping down so Jeyne could serve as Lady of the Vale in full.
Jeyne tucked her arms behind your back. "Did you know Lord Royce tried to forcibly marry me to his younger brother and when I refused, he plotted to marry Rhea to my cousin Arnold?"
"That I was not aware of," you admitted sheepishly.
"The only reason they didn't go through with it is Arnold decided to declare against me before a proper deal could have been made," Jeyne explained, resentment building with every word. "And even then, after Arnold's little rebellion failed, Yobert arranged to keep his former squire out of the Sky Cells, free to plot against me to this day. If the Royces had their way, I would either be their puppet or I would not rule at all."
You understood her frustration. While you had yet to experience any of what she endured, but you knew there were plenty of lords who would seek to see you removed in favor of your uncle or any of Westerling's possible sons. And just as many, if not more, sought to rule through you through marriage.
What Jeyne struggled with could easily be a preview to your own hardships.
"I understand your frustrations, but Rhea Royce is not here father," you said sympathetically.
"No, she's just a sign of her father's hypocrisy," Jeyne's voice grew tense and haughty. "I am clearly unfit to rule in Lord Yobert's eyes but his own daughter? She is somehow clearly capable. Why should I help a family who has only sought to undermine my rule?"
While you were sympathetic to Jeyne's greivances, you had made assurances to Rhea that you felt unwilling to back out of. You decided to change your arguement.
"Let us, forget about Rhea or her father for ammoent," you urged. "Just think of what would happen if Rhea became Lady of Runestone and died suddenly. My uncle would more than likely take the castle for himself. Now, ask yourself, would you really want to deal with Daemon Targaryen as your vassal? Dragons do not kneel easily after all."
If Daemon had Runestone, he would have access to all of Runestone's vassals and manpower. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but Aegon had begun his conquest with far less.
Jeyne considered your words, her brow creasing as she did.
"I could just throw him out," she argued.
"You could," you replied. "And he might listen."
That only increased Jeyne's worries.
"Very well," Jeyne sighed. "When I return to the Eyrie, I will write a letter to your father expressing my concerns over his behavior and his suitability as a consort to one of my vassals. And that perhaps it would be in everyone's best interests if they got the annulment they have long sought."
"You have my thanks," you nodded.
"I did this simply because I have little desire to deal with your uncle, not for Rhea," Jeyne replied tensely.
"I understand."
Jeyne's expression relaxed but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
"While I appreciate your efforts here, I do hope your prepared for what may happen if Daemon finds out you had a hand in this," she warned. "Daemon may hate this marriage even more than Rhea does, but men like him do not take well to women asserting power over them. He will not take Rhea annulling the marriage well and he will see anyone who helped her as his enemy."
"I replaced him as heir to the Iron Throne," you replied confidently. "I think he already sees me as an enemy."
"True enough, I suppose," Jeyne nodded. "Now, is there anything else you wished to talk about or shall I return to my seemingly endless wait for the weather to improve?"
You had accomplished what you set out to do with Jeyne, but you could think of a few things more to talk about with her. As the only female ruler of one of the Seven Kingdoms, you could have asked her for advice on how to deal with the complications and hardships that came with being a woman who ruled in her own right. You could also have asked for advice on Alicent. Jeyne was one of the few people you knew who you could turn to without fear of judgement in this sort of matter. She might even have known if Gwayne's claims were accurate and give your advice on how to handle them.
You could also offer to take Jeyne back to the Eyrie on Syrax. Without fear of the weather, she could be back at home by nightfall. This would help prevent her rebellious cousin from doing anything devious but you knew it would also further rumors about the two of you. Your family had something of a history of taking future spouses and romantic partners on Dragon rides.
Of course, maybe you wanted that sort of relationship with Jeyne and didn't care what others thought. She was attractive after all and you had a fair amount in common. You had avoided the question at the Dance but perhaps time had changed your mind?
What else do you say to Jeyne?
[] [Jeyne] Ask for Advice on ruling and how to deal with men who will oppose you.
[] [Jeyne] Ask for Advice on Alicent and her possible interest in you.
[] [Jeyne] Offer to take her back home on Dragon back.
[] [Jeyne] Say your goodbyes and depart.
[] [Jeyne] Write-in (Subject to QM Approval)
You weren't surprised when Otto Hightower requested you to meet him in the Godswood not long after your conversation with Gwayne. Thankfully, much like with her brother, Alicent had other business to attend to so you could see her father without her presence. You didn't like keeping secrets from Alicent, but you needed time to figure out how you were going to talk to her about these meetings. And about the things Gwayne said.
You found Otto sitting at a table overlooking the Godswood, a glass of wine in front of him, and another already prepared for you.
"Princess, thank you for agreeing to met me," he said as he gestured towards the seat.
"It is no trouble," you took the seat and sipped at the wine. Arbor Gold. Of course. "I imagine you wish to discuss my conversation with your son."
No point dancing around the issue.
"Yes. I must admit I was quite surprised to hear you offer such a thing to my son," Otto's tone was even but you could sense his puzzlement. "That is quite the position to offer a man you barely know."
"Ser Gwayne made a good impression," you said earnestly. "He seems to be a man of honor, and it's clear he has a compassionate side as well. We could use men like that protecting our city."
It wasn't untrue. While you had offered the position largely as a means of appeasing him, Ser Gwayne at least seemed a decent sort. If nothing else he cared for Alicent a great deal.
"Is that all?" Otto said skeptically. "You agreed to make my son a powerful commander within the city simply because he is honorable? He must have made quite the impression."
"Alicent has always spoken well of him," you diverted. "I figured he would be a dependable quality among the City Watch. Something we both know is badly needed."
You half expected Otto to bring up Alicent's possible feelings for you and ask if this was your way of keeping Gwayne's silence, but thankfully he did not.
"Hmm, that is a fair point," he replied. "I confess I had hoped he would be considered for such a position. I could not make the suggestion myself without being accused of corruption."
"Something you can avoid if I make the suggestion," you finished.
"Quite so," he agreed. "At the next meeting of the Small Council, I will suggest to your father that we entrust the decision of who should be the new Commander of the Dragon Gate to you in your role as heiress. You will be given a list of qualified candidates, one of which will be my son Gwayne."
"That sounds reasonable," you nodded.
You watched Otto's lips twinge for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it.
"You do my family quite the honor," he said instead of whatever biting remark had in mind.
You couldn't help but find this situation almost amusing. While you had little doubt Otto was aware of Alicent's feelings as much as Gwayne was, with Gwayne keeping his silence on why you made the offer, the Hand had no reason for why you made the offer beyond strength of Gwayne's character. Otto owed you for this favor, even if he wouldn't say as much, and you both knew it.
"You know, since we are already here," you remarked, "there is something else I wished to talk to you about. Rhea Royce's marriage to my uncle."
Otto raised an eyebrow as he drank his wine.
"Yes that is a ugly business," Otto replied. "That poor woman has been disgraced by her husband in so many ways over the years. Truly dreadful."
"After his botched effort to take a second wife, Rhea has decided that her marriage to Daemon is a hindrance for her future and is seeking an annulment," you explained. "The High Septon won't allow it without my father's approval and Rhea is hoping we could convince my father to sign off on it."
"Hmm," Otto leaned back in his chair, studying you intently for a moment. "Quite clever. In one move you'd deprive your uncle of a powerful marriage alliance and have the future Lady of Runestone in your debt."
"My main concern is Rhea's interests more than my own," you insisted, "but I cannot deny the benefits."
Rhea Royce being trapped in that abomination of a marriage was an offense to everything you believed, but you knew there was a selfish element in this as well.
"I must admit I myself quite perplexed by you, Princess," Otto confessed. "You often act as though you are determined to offend the sensibilities of your father and the realm at large, and yet at times like this you seem to be developing a decent head for politics."
You almost got a compliment from the Hand of the King. Impressive.
"I do what I believe is best," you declared. "For my own interests and the interests of the realm."
You thought back to the Kingsguard selection. Had you not chosen to duel, you could have very well ended up with a sworn shield who was unwilling to train you as Ser Tarly is.
"If those are your concerns, I would advise against supporting Rhea's efforts," Otto cautioned.
"What for?" you questioned.
"Daemon would be weakened for a time, true, but you would also leave him free to marry again," he explained.
"And how many lords would allow Daemon to marry their daughters after his actions on Dragonstone?" you questioned.
Daemon had sought to taken a common born woman as a second wife, acting like a Dragonlord of Old Valyria rather than a prince of the seven kingdoms.
"His new ally, Lord Corlys, might." Otto replied, "and we both know your uncle will have not have the same issues your father had with marrying someone so young."
That had not really occurred to you before now. It was true they were allies, but would the Sea Snake be willing to offer his daughter like that once more?
"Lord Corlys is a proud man," you argued. "Do you really think he would be willing to marry his young daughter to such a poorly behaved second son?"
"A second son who is third in line for the Iron Throne," Otto observed. "Besides. The two stand to benefit greatly from their alliance against the Crabfeeder. They may both see the benefit in making it formal."
That would be quite the problem. Still you weren't ready to back out of helping Rhea just yet.
"So what your saying is you won't help with this annulment?" You asked.
Otto considered for a moment, drinking the last of his wine.
"Not necessarily," he replied. "If you insist on this, I will support you in this matter. Daemon's actions have earned him punishment, that I cannot deny. I simply urge you, princess, to consider the consquences of this."
'If you insist.' Otto Hightower's voice made it clear that he considered this a favor, one that would probably cancel out the favor he now owed you. That seemed a fair enough trade in your mind, but as you considered Otto's words you wondered if you should even be pushing for this annulment in the first place. Beyond that, with Jeyne's support you found yourself wondering if you even needed the Hand of the King for this. Perhaps your voice and the voice of Rhea's liege would be enough to convince your father. That way you could use the favor the Hightowers owed you for something else entirely.
Do you ask for Otto Hightower's help?
[] [Otto] Insist on the matter. Otto needs to support the annulment.
[] [Otto] Decline. You don't need Otto's help in this.
Relationship with Otto Hightower Improved. New Status: Neutral
QM's Note: Hey, Otto's no longer bouncing around on the same level. I figured between offering make Gwayne a commander and Rhaenyra seeking to undermine Daemon, even if he doesn't fully support how she's doing it, is enough to raise Otto's opinion of her.
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"I must insist on your support, Lord Otto," you pressed. "I understand your concerns about Daemon remarrying, but I don't believe my cousin Rhaenys would so eagerly support such a match."
You honestly didn't know where Rhaenys stood in regards to your uncle, but you knew she was a caring mother and seemed to have misgivings about the idea of marrying Laena to your father. If she was hesitant about that, she would have been even more reticent about Daemon. Until Laena was of age at least.
"Hmm, very well," Otto nodded. "You have a point regarding the Princess Rhaenys. At the very least she would prefer waiting until her daughter is of age."
Of course, by the standards of nobility, 16 was considered of age by most. Still. Even three years of waiting could mean your uncle would decide to choose someone else entirely instead.
"So we're agreed then?" You asked.
"Yes. I will write a letter to Lady Rhea," Otto explained. "Once she confirms what we've talked about today, I will bring up her concerns to the King."
"Thank you. I'm sure Rhea will sleep easier at night knowing she will no longer have to suffer a Rogue Prince for a husband," you remarked.
"Of that I have no doubt," Otto agreed.
Otto Hightower no longer considers himself in your debt
"Actually, while I'm here, I was hoping you could give me a bit of advice," you spoke cautiously, making sure no one besides Jeyne was listening to you. "You are the most powerful women in the Seven Kingdoms to rule in her own right. I will some day rule the Seven Kingdoms in my own name. I was wondering if you might have advice on how to rule, and how to prepare for those who might oppose me."
Jeyne may have only ruled one kingdom, but with no other queens ever sitting the Iron Throne in their own name and the only other ruling ladies you could find being more minor nobles, you really had no one else to compare to.
"You do have a few advantages on me already," Jeyne mused. "I was barely saying my first words when they made me Lady of the Eyrie, so you won't have to suffer a Regent. And I lack in dragons."
"But you had the lords of one kingdom to worry about, not seven," you countered.
"True enough," Jeyne replied, smiling sympathetically. "If you want my advice, you need to make the lords, even those serving you, understand that you should be treated as they would treat a king. Some will hate you for it, but those lords were never going to support you to begin with. If you don't assert yourself, then even those lords who serve you will find every excuse they can to take more and more power from you until you're nothing more than a pretty figurehead for them."
"I have plenty of experience asserting myself against the men in my life," you said with a cocky grin, "but thank you."
"They'll start with military matters," Jeyne went on. "My lords would tell me to leave the Mountain Clans to those with more experience and knowledge, and when I tried to educate myself they pushed back, seeing the subject as unsuitable for a 'proper lady'."
"I aim to prove myself worthy of becoming a knight one day," you admitted. "And I am more skilled with a blade the most lords. Any who thinks they can tell me that I am not suited to handle military matters is a fool and will be treated as such."
"Yes. I've heard tales of you terrorizing the boys of the Red Keep and just one look at you," Jeyne said as she gazed at your arms, clearly impressed, "would tell me that you have put quite a bit of effort into this dream of yours. I think you may one day become a knight, but it won't make things easier for you. Many men will hate you for it. See it as emasculating for them."
You were almost taken aback. Besides your own sworn shield, Lady Jeyne was the first person who had taken your dream seriously, even treating it as achievable.
"I don't do it for them," you argued. "I strive to become a knight because it's who I am."
"Of course. We cannot change what the gods made us to be. I know that far too well," Jeyne replied.
You nodded in agreement.
"I would warn you that your uncle is currently your biggest threat but considering you came here to help his wife get a divorce, I think you knew that already," she added.
The man had stolen your castle and proclaimed himself to still be heir in defiance of your father. You knew full well that he was a walking threat to your rightful inheritance.
"I do not wish to fight my uncle," you said tactfully, "but I doubt he feels the same."
"When a woman sits the throne, every man with their last name things they're entitled to it," Jeyne said cynically.
Thankfully, your family was rather small at the moment. Beyond your father and your uncle, you were pretty sure the only man left in the family was Vaegon at the Citadel, and you weren't even sure if that Maester was still alive.
"You second biggest threat is right there," Jeyne gestured with one finger towards the Red Keep. "Your father's new wife."
"Johanna?" you asked skeptically. "We've gotten along decently enough."
"It won't last," Jeyne shook her head. "The moment she has a son, she's going to view you as a threat to her son's 'rightful inheritance'. I know my Cousin Arnold's mother was one of his first and loudest supporters. Even if Johanna has nothing but daughters, she would still prefer one of them sat the Iron Throne instead of you."
You couldn't deny that you often worried what would happen once Johanna had a son. Your father had made clear to you that you would remain heir no matter how many children his new wife bore, but would the lords of the realm accept that?
"Also, I saw how she stared at us," Jeyne said, a flash of anger in her eyes. "I know that look all too well. She will hate you for being what you are."
"You caught that from just a look?" You were skeptical. "She's probably just annoyed I caused a scene at her wedding."
"Maybe," Jeyne shrugged, "but I have known many ladies like her, and they despise me. There's a reason I normally don't dance in public with my favorites. We only do so in private."
You hadn't considered that before, but then again how much would it really matter? Your father had made clear he didn't care that ladies interested you as much as men, so what did your step-mother's opinions matter?
"Thank you, Lady Jeyne," you said with a bow. "You've given me much to think about."
"I am happy to help, cousin," Jeyne replied. "And thanks for coming to me for advice. I have few books back at the Eyrie that I think would prove quite helpful for a future Queen such as yourself. I'll send them to you once I get back."
"I'd appreciate that very much," you smiled.
"And do come visit me when you have the chance," Jeyne urged. "I would love to chat with you further, some place where the surroundings didn't stink of fish."
The odor was rather repugnant, undeniably so.
"I will do my best," you replied.
Relationship with Lady Jeyne Arryn Improved
The clear weather brought little in the way of good news to the Red Keep. Not long after you cousin left, news reached you of a revolt in the Vale. Arnold Arryn was again pressing his claim to be the rightful liege lord of the Kingdom, saying no 'soft lady' could rule the mountains. The revolt was notable but not large, Arnold's only support so far seeming to come from House Coldwater, House Templeton, some minor lords in the Fingers, the Three Sisters, and various second sons and unlanded knights, though their were rumors that Arnold was trying to hire a sellsword army as well. A notable surprise was that House Royce announced their support for Lady Jeyne, even providing escort for her back to the Eyrie after a failed kidnapping attempt in Gulltown.
The conflict had yet to break out into open warfare. Both sides had declared their loyalty to the Iron Throne, but neither had requested their lieges support. The Small Council had urged Viserys to stay out of it, seeing the matter as an internal problem that would quickly resolve itself due to Arnold's rather lackluster support and they argued the Iron Throne getting involved could just inflame things. You knew that Syrax and you could probably put an end to all of this in a day, but none of the lords on the Small Council were even considering such an action.
News from the Stepstones were better at least. Bloodstone had fallen to Prince Daemon and even more of the Tirachy's fleet was reduced to burning wreckage. The Crabfeeder and much of his army were now reduced to hiding in caves across the remaining islands and launching raids against the Sea Snake's fleet. This shift in tactics bore some success and cost your uncle and Lord Corlys a number of ships, but it was clearly a move of desperation.
Rumors abounded that some of the men following your uncle had already taken to calling him "King of the Narrow Sea". These were further given credit by reports that he was constructing a keep on Bloodstone. Dorne was sending letters of protest to your father, demanding him to order Daemon to withdraw. The king refused of course, saying the war was the private affair of his brother and of his vassal, not a matter for the Iron Throne.
Roughly a month after Lady Jeyne departed, your father disappeared for a few days. When he reappeared a few days later, his infected finger was now missing. He claimed in private it was to prevent the spread of the disease, but you had your doubts as to it's effectiveness.
As per your agreement with the Hand of the King, Otto pressed your father about the need to fill some of the remaining command positions within the City Watch, and he then quickly suggested the task of choosing should be given to you. You made a show of debating over the various candidates, even talked to a few of them, but ultimately you kept up your end of the bargain and made Ser Gwayne Hightower the new Commander of the Dragon's Gate.
Viserys Health has Deteriorated. New Status: Fair
Relationship with Gwayne Hightower has Improved. New Status: Cordial
Fourth Season, 113 AC
Free Action: Free Action allows to make one additional Conversation or Action per turn (So 3 Conversations and 2 Actions or 2 Conversations and 3 Actions). However, using it on an Action creates Stress from Rhaenyra being overworked and reduces the effectiveness of Relaxing.
Each turn is 3 months, though this may change as the quest goes on. You can pick either from the options below for your tasks or use write-in actions after QM approval. Please use plan voting for turn votes.
Conversations (Pick Two)
[] [Conversation] Speak with Viserys
Between his new Wife, his promises to make up for your subdued name-day, Rhea Royce's efforts to annul her marriage with your Uncle, your dance with Jeyne Arryn, and his ongoing illness, there is quite a bit you could discuss with your father.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Alicent Hightower
After your recent conversation with Gwayne, you've become very aware that your best and only friend may have romantic feelings for you. Perhaps it's time to talk with her about them, or perhaps there's something else you wish to speak about with your handmaiden.
-[] Talk with her about her possible feelings.
-[] Avoid the topic of romance, for now.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Otto Hightower
Between Gwayne and Alicent, you have done a lot to help the Hightowers gain greater status and power within King's Landing. Perhaps you could use that to improve relations with the Hand of the King.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Gwayne Hightower
You could see how Gwayne is adjusting to his new Command position.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Lord Commander Harrold Westerling
The Lord Commander must have some thoughts about his kin marrying your family. Perhaps he has some insight on your step-mother as well.
[] [Conversation] Speak With Lady Johanna Westerling
You couldn't help but notice the new Queen had a rather strong reaction to your dance. It might be wise to talk with her and see if you had accidentally caused some offense that you need to smooth over.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Ser Raylon Tarly
The two of you have been training a lot in recent months, and while the results have been quite effective, there's always room for improvement. Perhaps a good conversation would allow you to refine and improve your training even further.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Lord Lyonel Strong
The Master of Laws and Lord of Harrenhal. A stalwart voice on the council and man you know generally strives to do what is best for the Kingdom. He could provide much needed insight in your efforts to earn a seat on the Small Council.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Lord Lyman Beesbury
The Master of Coin. Beesbury is loyal, perhaps not as sharp as Lord Strong, but he is quiet loyal to your father. Perhaps he could be of some help in your quest to gain a seat on the Small Council.
[] [Conversation] Speak with Grand Maester Mellos
While your father assured you that he would make a full recovery in time, the loss of his finger suggests that's very much not the case. Perhaps the Grand Maester could help you better understand the situation and lay your worries to rest.
She has left for the Eyrie and is currently fighting a rebellion.
[] [Conversation] Write-in
Subject to QM approval, has to have a reasonable chance of being in King's Landing.
Actions (Pick Two)
[] [Action] Relax
The Wedding was harder for you to deal with then you expected . Perhaps you should take some time to yourself, read in the godswood, fly around with Syrax for fun, and just enjoy yourself for a while.
[] [Action] Investigate the Death of King Aenys
Most Maesters and other writers agree that Queen Visenya had poisoned her nephew, King Aenys, to allow her own son to take the throne. But you have already seen how much those same authors were willing to ignore Visenya's contributions and slander her already. Perhaps this is simply another case of slander. If you could prove that, it could improve Queen Visenya's reputation considerably and make a stronger argument for your own eventual rule.
[] [Action] Study Valyrian History with your Father.
The little you've learned already has proven of great value to your training with Syrax, and has brought a bit of joy into your father's life. Who knows what further research may uncover.
[] [Action] Train
Ser Raylon Tarly insists that if you keep the heavy training up for a while longer you could easily become one of the best sword fighters in the Seven Kingdoms.
[] [Action] Train with Syrax
The Dragonkeepers are reporting that Syrax has grown a bit larger as of late, perhaps more training is needed to help adjust to another increase in size.
[] [Action] Sneak out and Explore the City
When your father and uncle were your age, they regularly went out of the King's Landing at night for all kinds of things. Naturally such things were forbidden to you as they were "unbefitting a princess" but as heir to the throne, shouldn't you have a chance to let loose and explore the city you'll one day rule? And if nothing else it will be great practice if you ever need to sneak for more adventurous pursuits.
[] [Action] Push to become involved in the Stepstones
While a Dragon and the largest fleet in Westeros should be enough to secure victory in the Stepstones, having another Dragonrider would speed things along. This could be a rare opportunity to earn real glory for yourself and prove you capabilites as warrior. You could also use the chance to check up on your uncle and the Sea Snake, ensure this war of theirs isn't a cover for something far more sinister.
[] [Action] Push to become involved in the Vale. (Aggressive)
While the revolt in the Vale has so far remained peaceful and the odds are in Jeyne's favor, there's no certainty that either will remain true. You know the best way to secure your cousin's position is with a quick visit from Syrax to the holds of the rebel lords. Perhaps if you pushed the small council to give you leave, they might agree with you.
[] [Action] Push to become involved in the Vale. (Subtle)
Instead of a direct show of force, you could maybe convince the Small Council of a more subtle message to the rebels. You have publicly talked with both Rhea Royce and Lady Arryn, so a friendly visit to their keeps on Syrax could be claimed to be just that, thus avoiding the need to make direct threats to anyone.
[] [Action] Request a Role in the City Watch
You know you are years away from your father even entertaining the idea of you leading the City Watch, but Daemon's recent actions have shown the who order to have dangerous flaws. Perhaps you could request some sort of role in it's rebuilding, overseeing the training or something like that as a way to ensure the next Goldcloaks are loyal. The role would probably be small and it wouldn't get you a seat on the Small Council but it could be a good first step on the way towards one.
[] [Action] Study
There is always room to improve your education.
[] [Action] Scout out Tourneys
There are few better ways to test one's skill in combat than a tourney. While you are quite aware that no tourney, however small, would allow you to openly compete, there was always the option of entering as a mystery knight. Your own grandfather was knighted after he entered a tourney as a mystery knight. While it was unlikely there would be a tourney as big as the one King's Landing had the day your mother died for quite some time, there was always some lord getting married or some heir having an important nameday. If you could find one close enough you might be able to sneak off and enter as a mystery knight. Of course, entering one and winning are two different things, and a quick defeat may hamper your efforts to become a knight.
[] (Action) Write-in
Subject to QM approval
QM's Note: The details are vague about Arnold Arryn's efforts to claim the Vale but it did say he rose against his cousin so I assume these were full on rebellions.
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Rhaenyra at the Seashell Wedding
Finally finished drawing Rhaenyra, sorry about the tiny earring I realized too late that the sketchbook page was too small to do a detailed one. It was supposed to be a dragon spewing ruby jewel flames with gold. Also the dragon head pingent down the Targaryen medallion is Syrax. If anyone has dragon specific jewelry is Rhaenyra.
Turn 6: Results Part I
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Turn 6: Results Part I
"Now, we've discussed your ambitions of becoming a knight before," Ser Raylon said one day as you both walked out into the practice yard. "A proper dream I think. If you ask me, a king who isn't a knight isn't a true king at all."
"I'll be queen," you corrected.
"Same thing in your case," your sworn shield replied dismissively. "Now, if you were a boy, becoming a knight would be rather simple at this point. It would merely need you to sneak off to the next tourney of any note and enter as a mystery knight. You would do decently well, maybe not win with your current training, but you'd do well enough that whoever defeated you would knight you."
"I see you're familiar with my grandfather and his history," you remarked.
"Aye. Baelon the Brave earned his title," the knight nodded. "Now, for you, things won't be so easy. If you enter a tourney, it needs to be a big one, and you need to win. You need to be the greatest mystery knight of the generation. A victory so clear and absolute that the Lord Commander or your father will be unable to deny your glory and will have no choice but to knight you."
That sounded like a daunting task to be sure, but you had long known your path was not an easy one. To be the first woman to become a knight, you had to be far more than the average knight. You had to be the kind of knight who came around once in a generation. The kind of knight who would make great figures like the late Ser Ryam Redwyne look simply average in comparison.
"Couldn't I earn my knighthood on the battlefield?" you offered. "Earn the title with my sword rather than a lance."
You weren't against tourneys. They were part of being a knight after all. But you knew it would be a lot easier for a dragonrider to get onto a battlefield than it would be a woman to get into a tourney. If you were found out before your victory, there could have been problems.
Your sworn shield smiled broadly.
"That's what I like to here," he replied, "and if the gods were good that's how we'd do it. Tourneys are all pomp and fancy armor. Problem is the only battlefield worthy of your attention at the moment is in the Stepstones and we both know the Sea Snake and your uncle would never knight you. Never even allow tales of your glory to reach your father. No. This has to be something seen by as many people as we can or people will deny it."
"You've put a lot of thought into this," you said with realization.
Ser Raylon was proving more insightful than you expected, particularly for a man who seemed to only take you seriously because you were far stronger than the average woman.
"You have tasked me with shaping you into a warrior fit for the Iron Throne," he declared proudly. "That requires not only diligent training. It also requires the study of any obstacles you may face and how to overcome them."
You have my thanks," you smiled. "I must say, I was really lucky to have lost to you."
"Indeed," he agreed. "Now, the way I see things in regards to your current ability? You'd probably win any squire's tourney you entered, barring bad luck or some beardless monster."
"But a mystery knight winning a squire's tourney is not something many will notice," you added.
"People only care about them when royal princes are involved," Ser Tarly nodded. "Anyways, we need to get you ready for a proper tourney. Way I see it, we can keep up training as is and keep the lance as just one part of your training. That will keep your sword arm strong, but it will take time to get you ready for a proper tourney."
"Or," he went on, "we could change our training. Reduce focus on swords and other weapons and concentrate almost all of our time on training you on horsemanship and the lance. Normally, I would worry so much time on the horse would run the risk of court finding out your plans, but I've managed to secure a private field for us to train and every stable boy in the Red Keep pisses themselves at the sight of you, so we should be fine."
You smirked at that last bit. It had taken a while, but eventually all those rowdy boys had learned to treat you respect.
"Would this effect my sword arm?" You asked.
"You won't improve as fast as you have been, but no. I won't allow your edge to grow dull. You can count on that," Ser Raylon assured you. "So, should we make the changes?"
You found yourself unsure. Your sword arm was where your talent laid and where you had shown the most growth. You had hoped your skills might one day be enough to impress your father enough to let you wield Blackfyre. If you switched to the Lance for the time being, that could delay that goal, possibly for years.
Then again, a tourney did present the best chance you had of becoming a knight.
On the Matter of Training
[] [Training] Switch Focus to preparing for Tourneys (Slows Growth of Prowess, at least semi-regular training provides advantage to Tourney rolls)
[] [Training] Keep Training as is.
"Fishermen from the Sisters are claiming to have spotted ships flying Tyroshi banners not far from the Vale coast," Tyland Lannister explained. "If these rumors are true, then it seems that Arnold Aryyn is indeed gathering a sellsword army."
"Ser Arnold takes things too far," Lord Lyonel Strong said sternly. "We should send him a letter ordering him to send these sellswords home."
"That is much too drastic at this point," Otto Hightower replied cautiously. "Neither side has dared to attack yet. In all likelihood, this will still resolve without violence. The King's voice now would only inflame tensions. We should not show favoritism."
The subject of Arnold Arryn's rebellion had been the talk of the Small Council for a number of meetings now. Everyone wanted it resolved quickly and peacefully, but Otto, Tyland and your father seemed convinced that it would be resolved quickly without any outside help, while Strong, Beesbury and Westerling were convinced that the King needed to say something as otherwise there would be open conflict.
You had kept quiet for the most part, building an idea in your head. You wanted to just fly to Coldwater Burns and put an end to this with the mere threat of force, but you realized that would find little support among the men of the council. So you kept your silence and stewed on the matter.
"The laws of succession in the Vale are among the most ancient in Westeros," Lord Strong explained. "And they are quite clear on this matter. Lady Jeyne is her father's only surviving child. Ser Arnold is Jeyne's heir, nothing more. If Arnold is allowed another attempt to claim the Vale, it will tell every overly ambitious cousin and third son in the realm that strength matters more than the ancient law."
"The lords of the Vale have largely rejected him," Otto argued. " Even Lord Royce, the man he served as squire, has rejected his calls. Once his supporters realize the lack the numbers they turn against him. If anything, King Viserys interjection would weaken Lady Jeyne's position."
"The sellswords he's gathered suggest that Ser Arnold intends to push his claim on the Eyrie regardless of support of the local lords," Lord Beesbury, the Master of Coin, interjected.
"We should send dispatch a small force to the Bloody Gate," Lord Westerling suggested. "A show of force would convince Arnold to stand down."
"That is an escalation," your father spoke up. "We need not send armies, but we shouldn't stay silent on the matter. I intend to send letters to both sides urging for a peaceful resolution."
You put a jug of wine down and turned towards the Small Council. An idea had emerged in your head and you could not longer bear to be silent.
"You have dragon riders, father," you interjected. "I could think of no better way to send a message than on dragonback. Send me."
The room stopped, all eyes turning towards you. You could tell most of the lords were more surprised that you had spoken at all more than by what you said.
"It's not that simple, Rhaenyra," your father's half smile at that moment frustrated you far more than it provided any reassurance. "Sending a dragon to Coldwater would be a drastic escalation."
"Not Coldwater," you clarified, "but to the Eyrie. I could fly out to my cousin. It would barely take half a day."
You noticed the immediate change in expression from Lord Strong, his annoyance vanishing, replaced with distinct curiosity.
"I fail to see what such a thing would accomplish," Tyland was speaking more to the other lords than to you.
"It would send a message that Lady Jeyne has the crown's support," you explained, starring defiantly at Tyland, "and what that support means. A measured show of force."
"I must agree with the Princess's proposal," Lord Strong spoke up. "Sending a dragon to the Eyrie sends a clear message to the lords of the Vale without making a direct threat towards anyone."
"I second this," Lord Beesbury added. "Word of a dragon at the Eyrie would send the sellswords running. We could have this whole matter resolved in a few days. It would also show the realm that not only is the crown still strong, it knows how to temper it's strength."
You liked the image of you being the strength of the crown. You liked it a great deal even.
Your father, while still annoyed that you had spoken up, seemed to be considering the idea. Otto, Tyland and Roland seemed against you, but a combination of awkwardness and a failure to come up with a rebuttal was keeping them silent. Grand Maester Mellos had said nothing this entire time, but you noticed he was watching Otto, waiting for something. You knew not what though.
"Very well. I cannot fault the princess' reasoning." Your father's unease was still obvious, even as he relented. "Rhaenyra. Tomorrow you will fly to the Eyrie and bring word that Lady Jeyne has the Crown's support."
"Yes, father," you said respectfully.
"You are not to fly to Coldwater Rush or any keep that has declared for Ser Arnold," he added sternly. "We are not putting down a rebellion. We are facilitating a peaceful resolution."
"Yes, father," you repeated. "You have my vow."
Relationship with Lyman Beesbury Improved
Relationship with Lyonel Strong Improved
Events in the Vale will be covered in an Interlude
Your father seemed fustrated at dinner, picking at his roasted boar, all but gnawing at the bread, and he was already on his second glass of wine.
Little had been said since the meal began and you realized it had to be you to break the tension.
"About the Small Council," you put down your own glass of wine. "I didn't mean offense."
"It's fine," he assured you. "Your plan is quite sound I must confess."
"It gladdens me to here you say that," you replied.
"I just urge you to remember that you are there to learn," he went on. "Your time will come though, don't worry, but you are still a child for the moment."
"Oh, I see," You bit down your frustration.
You weren't sure what frustrated you more in that moment. How dismissive he sounded, or that this was the first time you could recall him even acknowledging that you had a role in the Small Council chamber besides acting as cup bearer.
Before you could voice your opinion on that matter, your father put his fork down, briefly running his hand over his face. You couldn't help but stare at his gloved hand at his side, and how one of the fingers was now notably empty.
"I find myself growing weary of the Vale as of late, I must confess," your father said, his voice filled with frustration. "Rhea Royce has written to me requesting an annulment of her marriage to your uncle. The same day, Lady Jeyne, despite the rebellion she now faces, found the time to send a Raven 'expressing her concerns' about Daemon's suitability as a spouse for one of her future vassals, making it clear she would rather Daemon never enter the Vale again. And even my own Hand is telling me that Daemon should experince consquences for his actions!"
Your father gestured to his throat.
"I find myself suffocated by these complaints," he complained.
Well, it seemed your plan was working. Though so far it largely just seemed to be frustrating your father.
The two of you looked at each other for a moment, the weary look in his eyes making it clear he had figured out what you were going to say.
"I spoke to Rhea at the wedding," you admitted. "She greatly desires to see this marriage annulled."
"So, I must deal with this from you as well. I see," your father sighed.
"His actions on Dragonstone have made a mockery of her marriage," you pushed, "and have left her cousins fearing he might try something similar on Runestone."
"Yes, Daemon's actions are abhorrent, I agree," Viserys said haggardly. "But he needs to honor his vows, not be allowed to run away from them."
"He's done nothing but run away from them," you argued. "As long as they are married, Rhea will never feel confident in her status as heir, nor will she have heirs of her own."
"This marriage was arranged by my grandmother," your father said pointedly. "How would it look if I undo the work of Queen Alysanne?"
"Has Daemon ever honored all the work that the good queen Alysanne put into arranging his marriage?" you asked pointedly.
Your father stared at you for a long moment, a flash of anger in his eyes, before he ultimately just shook his head.
"No. No, he has not," Viserys replied as he stared at his food. "But he still has time to make things right."
You had to force yourself not to laugh at the idea of your uncle suddenly deciding to actually honor his wife after spending your entire life actively ignoring her at best.
You looked at your father, purposefully making your eyes big and sad looking.
"Neither of them want this marriage anymore, father," you pleaded. " And neither of them will ever honor this marriage. You know that as well as I. They would both be happier if this marriage was erased, and the realm would benefit as well."
For a long moment, your father stared at his food, occasionally taking a bite, but saying nothing.
"It seems you will have to stop at Runestone as well on your visit," he said with resignation. "I will draft a letter tonight that officially agrees to both Rhea's recent and Daemon's long standing requests and dissolves their marriage."
"I am sorry it had to come to this, father," you replied gently.
"As am I," he said simply.
"Now," his mood suddenly shifted, "let's talk about more pleasant matters. There must be something less upsetting we could talk about."
And there went any chance of you talking about his illness tonight.
You pondered for a moment, trying to think of something that was both less depressing and useful for you. You didn't get to have dinner with your father every night, so you tried to make the most of it when you did.
"Oh, I just remembered something," you dredged up a nearly forgotten memory. "We need to discuss how you would make up for my fifteenth nameday."
The affair had been fine. Small, but fine. Yet it was clear everyone's minds were more focused on the upcoming wedding. You understood why and tolerated it, but you couldn't deny it still felt like an insult and a slap to the face.
"Ahh yes," your father nodded. "I was wondering if you would ever get back to me on that."
"We both have had a busy few months" you defended. "More important things kept coming up."
"True enough," he shrugged. "Now, I have been pondering this for sometime and I've decided, in a few short months you will be a grown woman, as much that pains me, and I should treat you like one. So, I will leave this matter up to you. Ask of me anything you wish, be it some exotic item or a hunting trip for your next name day, and if I have the power and I think it is within reason, I will grant you it to you."
You were taken aback.
"That's quite the offer," you replied.
"A lot has happened recently, and you have been an immense help, even if you still remain your defiant self," your father said with a smirk. "I thought it only fitting."
Your father was offering you a lot in this, but it was restrictive. You knew if you asked for something too grand or too bold he would refuse it. Too much and he might even think you greedy. So many possibilities were open to you, and you weren't sure where to begin.
Relationship with Viserys Targaryen Degraded
What Boon(s) do you ask of your Father (Pick as many as you want, though the more requests the more likely Viserys will refuse or your relationship will decay)
-[] [Boon] A new dress
-[] [Boon] Dye for your hair (Write in what color(s))
-[] [Boon] A new set of armor
-[] [Boon] A new horse, suitable for Tourneys
-[] [Boon] A royal hunt for your sixteenth nameday
-[] [Boon] The right to wield Blackfyre
-[] [Boon] Permission to join your uncle's war in the Stepstones
-[] [Boon] A royal progress
-[] [Boon] A trip to Dorne
-[] [Boon] A trip to Essos (Write in where)
-[] [Boon] Write-in (Subject to QM approval)
Please use Plan Voting
QM's Note: Alicent stuff is going to most of an update, so I'm saving it for the second part. Also to be slightly evil as well.
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Yeah this is very one sided so I'm just gonna close polls now
Turn 6: Results Part II
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You knew you couldn't avoid this subject forever with Alicent. Well. Mayhaps you could, but it would likely have been torture for the both of you.
The more you thought about what Gwayne said, the more you realized he was speaking truths. The way she stared at you while you were training. The fact that even when the two of you barely spoke she was still willing to all but sing your praises even to her father. How she ran from you when you first tried to talk to her. The way she blushed when you talked. How she turned away when you showed off your arms, as if she was embarrassed. That she agreed so easily to become your handmaiden. As you went over things over and over and over in your head, you felt downright silly for not having noticed Alicent's feelings on your own. If had been a boy, you would have realized what was going on weeks ago. Probably even would have demanded to know why he hadn't tried courting you yet if he so clearly had interest.
Part of you indeed wondered why Alicent had not tried to court you, but then you thought back to what Jeyne had said. How all women were taught that the man had to make the first move and how even women attracted to other women would be more likely to pine away rather than make the first move themselves.
Which meant if either of you were ever going to talk about this, you had to be the one to start it.
You felt anxious as you sat in your apartment within the Red Keep, waiting for your handmaiden to arrive. You liked Alicent. Whatever your frustrations with her refusing to talk to you for two years, she was still your best friend. The only friend you've ever had.
And you couldn't deny you returned some of her affection. She was pretty and with nice, long hair and big brown eyes. Who wouldn't be tempted by a girl like that? More than that, you realized you liked the way she looked at you. You liked how embarrassed she got when you showed off how strong you've become. You enjoyed her attention a great deal.
And while her borderline obsession with duty could make her frustrating to deal with at times, it did rather appeal to certain dreams of yours. After all, what was a true knight without a proper lady to fight for?
Of course, her being a proper lady made this all very complicated. You'd long since given up on trying to be a proper lady, so while you knew most of what was expected of you as a lady and a princess, you weren't sure what the particulars were. That said, you were pretty sure proper ladies didn't go around kissing other ladies. You'd been able to work with Alicent's clear focus on duty before, but would it be that simple this time?
She entered the room, putting an end to your pondering.
Your breath caught in your throat as she closed the door. You knew, one way or another, you were going to have to have handled this before it opened again. A lot could change between you in a very short amount of time. For better or worse.
"Rhaenyra," she took a step back, surprised to find you sitting there, looking at her expectantly. "Is something the matter?"
"No, no. Everything's fine," you assured her as you stood up. "There's just something we need to talk about."
"Are you alright? This seems quite serious." Alicent could clearly sense your nervous tension.
"It's not. Well-" You paused for a moment- "It might be serious. I don't know."
"Maybe you should sit." You offered a chair, the both of you awkwardly starring at each other for a moment. "Or, maybe we should both stand."
You took a deep breath and steadied yourself. Somehow this was proving more terrifying than fighting on horseback.
"I've seen how you look at me, Alicent," you said as you stared into her eyes. "I know you've been watching me for a while now, particularly when I practice, and I think I'm beginning to understand why."
You could see a hint of the familiar red appearing in Alicent's cheeks as she grew tense.
"I don't know what you mean," Alicent grew defensive. "The only reason I watched you is because of the novelty. I'd never seen a woman fight before."
You folded your arms and raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"You watched me for over two years," you replied. "The novelty surely could not have lasted that long."
"I...well, it's not that simple," Alicent sputtered as she stared at the floor. "I was also frustrated with you because I thought you were just defying the rules for the fun of it. I was hoping to make you angry. I do apologize for that."
"You thought starring at me for two years would make me angry?" you questioned.
"And it's not just that," you pressed. "You're not good hiding your reactions when I show off."
You flexed your arm to demonstrate, the red in her face growing deeper as she stared.
"Rhaenyra, I don't understand what you're saying," Alicent said, trying to pretend her face wasn't various shades of red at the moment. "What are you getting at?"
"I know, Alicent," you said softly and gently. "I know you hold a great deal of affection for me."
"Well of course," Alicent said with a bewildered expression. "You're my friend. Why wouldn't I?"
"No. Not like that," you help up your hand. "Not just that kind of affection."
For a brief moment, Alicent looked at you with an expression of pure terror.
"That's nonsense," she said defensively. "Did Jeyne Arryn tell you I did? You have to know that's slander. You shouldn't believe the things she says about other ladies. You know the rumors about her."
"I never talked about you with Jeyne," you told her sincerely, "and I would never believe rumors from people who didn't know you."
"Well then, I don't know where you are getting these strange notions." Alicent's tone wasn't angry but it was stern. "You may be the kind of woman who likes to dance with other women, but that's not me."
"Do you know what happened after the dance?" you asked. "Your brother asked to speak to me, and when we did he all but accused me of dancing with Jeyne just to make you jealous."
"What?" Alicent was aghast. "Why would he think that would make me jealous?"
"Because he can tell," your voice was warm as you smiled. "He says you often speak of me fondly to both him and your father, even when we were fighting. He said even with the little time you spent together, how you felt was obvious to him."
"That's absurd!" Alicent said, growing even more defensive.
"Alicent," your voice was soft as you approached. "I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm not mad. I just want us to be honest with each other."
Your words seemed to break a dam that had been building inside her.
"You don't understand how difficult it is!" she exclaimed. "I never wanted these feelings, but I see you out there, covered in sweat and bruises and yet still somehow looking so pretty and I feel like I can barely compose myself."
"I'm sorry," you found yourself taken aback, unsure what to say. "I never realized my training would have that kind of effect on you."
You knew your training attracted attention, but never anything as intense as what you were seeing from Alicent.
"That's the worst part, you're not even trying!" Alicent said as she began to paces. "You're just out there, being true to yourself. And without you even realizing it you're wrapping me around your finger, filling my head with impure thoughts!"
You found yourself unsure of how to react. You had expected a reaction, but not like this. You found yourself almost overwhelmed by what you were seeing.
"And then you want to be friends again. And that's wonderful!" Alicent went on. "And I think I can move past these feelings now that we're speaking again, but I can't! My thoughts keep turning to your muscles and your pretty face. It's not fair! How can you have both?!"
"So, you have a lot of thoughts," you said, trying your best to calm things down. "A lot of powerful thoughts it seems. That's fine. You shouldn't keep them inside like this."
She definitely couldn't keep these kind of feelings bottled up. Alicent seemed like she was about to burst. You wanted to comfort her, but how? How could you do that without making things worse?
"Yes, it is," Alicent replied, tears in her eyes. "Women aren't supposed to feel this way. My mother told me it was wrong to feel this way about other women. That it was sinful."
"It's not sinful," you assured her. "It's just who you are. It's part of you just like my own strength and sense of duty is a part of me."
You placed an hand on her shoulder, trying to calm down your friend.
When you did, she reacted instantly, grabbed your head with both hands and moving closer, her lips touching yours.
Your first kiss.
Heat welled up inside your chest as you stood there, shock holding you in place.
It was a great kiss, though you had nothing to compare it to. Her hands felt so soft against your face.
A moment later, Alicent's eyes opened up, wide with surprise as she hurriedly broke the kiss.
"Oh no," she was in disbelief over her own actions.
The two of you stared at each other. You realized your next actions could ruin your friendship forever or start something more.
You couldn't deny you felt the same desire she clearly felt, but the thought of losing her as a friend terrified you.
Whatever you were going to do, you had to do it quickly.
How Do You React?
[] Embrace your feelings completely and kiss her back.
[] Kiss her on the cheek and offer to take things slow.
[] Kiss her on the hand, offer to be the Knight to her Lady.
[] Let her down gently, tell her you don't want this but do want to be friends.
[] Write-in (subject to QM Approval)
QM's Note: Oh boy, few updates have made me so nervous to write as this one has. I really hope you enjoyed this. The results from Part I will be in the Interlude. I figured this moment needed it's own update. Please behave, do not get into shipping wars.
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Ship Sigils by Azel
