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Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceMajor Character Death
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House of the Dragon (TV)A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. MartinA Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
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Alicent Hightower/Daemon TargaryenViserys I Targaryen/Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys)Corlys "The Sea Snake" Velaryon/Rhaenys Targaryen VelaryonRhaenyra Targaryen/Laenor VelaryonHarwin Strong/Rhaenyra TargaryenAegon II Targaryen/Helaena TargaryenAlys Rivers of House Strong/Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen
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Daemon TargaryenViserys I TargaryenAlicent HightowerOtto HightowerRhaenyra TargaryenAegon II TargaryenAemond "One-Eye" TargaryenHelaena TargaryenDaeron Targaryen (Son of Viserys I)Baela TargaryenRhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon)Jacaerys VelaryonLucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra)Jaehaerys Targaryen (Son of Aegon II)Jaehaera TargaryenMaelor TargaryenLaenor VelaryonLaena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys)Addam VelaryonAlyn VelaryonCregan StarkJeyne ArrynAegon III TargaryenViserys II TargaryenBorros BaratheonMysaria | Lady Misery (A Song of Ice and Fire)Larys StrongAlys Rivers of House StrongJason LannisterTyland LannisterCorlys "The Sea Snake" VelaryonRhaenys Targaryen VelaryonVhagar | Visenya Targaryen's DragonCannibal the Wild Dragon (A Song of Ice and Fire)Dreamfyre | Helaena Targaryen's DragonVermithor | Jaehaerys I Targaryen's DragonSilverwing | Alysanne Targaryen's DragonSheepstealer | Nettles's Dragon (A Song of Ice and Fire)Caraxes | Daemon Targaryen's DragonMeleys | Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon's DragonSeasmoke | Addam Velaryon's DragonSyrax | Rhaenyra Targaryen's DragonSunfyre | Aegon II Targaryen's DragonTessarion | Daeron Targaryen's DragonVermax | Jacaerys Velaryon's DragonArrax | Lucerys Velaryon's DragonTyraxes | Joffrey Velaryon's DragonMoondancer | Baela Targaryen's DragonStormcloud | Aegon III Targaryen's Dragon
Additional Tags:
The Dance of the Dragons | Aegon II Targaryen v. Rhaenyra Targaryen EraCanon-Typical ViolenceAlternate Universe - Canon DivergenceCanonical Character DeathKing Daemon TargaryenImplied/Referenced Underage SexAegon II Targaryen is Not a RapistTargcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire)Daemon Targaryen is Bad at FeelingsNo SmutAlternate Dance of the Dragons | War for Succession Happens Between Different Factions (ASoIaF)SuicideDaemon Targaryen is the father of the Green Targaryens
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The Red King
VAZero
Chapter 3: Alicent I
Summary:
After a troublesome first dinner, Alicent is uncertain about what to do with Daemon and how the Rogue Prince will change her life.
Notes:
That chapter is... spicy. I hope i did it well. Tell me in the comments.
NO SMUT, btw.
Chapter Text
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ALICENT I
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105 AC
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While she was running from the dinner room after dismissing any help from the guards, Alicent could not keep a clear thought on what just happened.
Her heart is shaking, her face is hot and she is almost out of breath. After she got a good distance, she started walking through the hallways, trying to get some air.
What was the Prince thinking? She is a maiden of one of the most powerful houses in Westeros! Even if she is a daughter of a second son, he still needs to have some respect for his bride at least until after the marriage.
But... why was she surprised? He is the infamous Prince Daemon Targaryen. He sleeps more often in brothels than in his own chamber on The Red Keep.
Since she was a little girl, all Alicent wanted was to make her father proud of her. To do her duty as a lady from the House Hightower. She is now a bride for a Targaryen Prince, a position that most women would kill to have.
And she can only feel conflicted about it.
After Queen Aemma died, her father gave her the mission of getting closer to the king. Get his heart on her hands and convince him to marry her. To put her blood on the throne.
Alicent is not as innocent as others probably think. She knows that her father doesn't want what is best for her. He wants what is best for him. He wants his blood on the throne. He wants a legacy. And Alicent is a tool for it.
As a good daughter, she did as her father wanted. She got to talk to the King during the time that he spent working on his replica of Valyria. They talked a lot. The king is a nice man. Being his wife would not be a sacrifice for her, she believed.
But then, the King told her father about his plans to marry Lady Laena Velaryon.
That night, her father was frustrated and she was ashamed. She apologized to her father for her failure, but he was lost in thoughts, trying to accept the whole situation.
He then explained everything to her and gave new instructions.
She would marry Daemon Targaryen. That was certain. She now had a new task around it: make sure that the Prince likes her enough to give her at least one... daughter.
Her father wants her to give birth to a daughter so that he could ask the king for a betrothal between his granddaughter and the King's male heir by Laena Velaryon. That is his last hope.
She promised her father to do the best.
And then, the council happened.
After discussing with the king, Prince Daemon walked to her and said some things. She could barely look up to him.
King Viserys is a kind man that makes people feel comfortable around him. She could talk to him almost as an equal.
Daemon Targaryen was as different from his brother as wine is from water.
His gaze made her feel a shiver down her spine. His touch felt like the grasp of a snake, one that she could not get out.
For her luck, the whole interaction was short. Soon, she was able to get free from that moment.
But then, the king wanted her father to arrange a private dinner between her and the Prince.
During her bath and preparation for the dinner, Alicent thought about what she was willing to do in order to appease her future husband.
Her limit was clear: intimate actions before their wedding. She needed to be away from him, if possible.
And then, she arrived in the dinner room and waited for him. And when he arrived, they started talking and eating.
One of the things that her father always said about Daemon and something that she also noticed was his false kind manners.
The smile and sweet talk that Daemon Targaryen kept at the start of their conversation were as false as it could be. And so, she entered on the defensive.
After the talk, Daemon took her by surprise by asking her to dance with him in the dinner room, without any music there.
Alicent almost felt like cursing when she felt another shiver on her body when Daemon held her waist to dance.
What started as completely weird for both of them soon became funny, with one trying to outmatch the pace of the other.
And soon they were both laughing and panting at each other. She finally was able to relax in his presence and his smile seemed to be genuine.
But, it all changed when he tried to kiss her.
As a pure maiden, Alicent immediately got nervous with the situation and turned her face. Daemom landed a kiss on her face.
Once again, she felt the shiver that went down her body and her legs were weakened by the simple kiss that Daemon gave to her cheek.
And then, he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek more times. She could barely think. She was seduced by his touch. By his kisses. By his voice. She was in a trance.
Luckily, she managed to recover her senses and walked away from the dinner room, getting on where she is now.
Alicent finally is able to recover her breath. She then walks towards the work chamber of her father.
The lady in green knocked on the door in a special way that only she knows how to do.
"Enter." The strict voice of Otto Hightower can be heard from the other side of the door. Alicent then enters the chamber.
Ser Otto Hightower is looking at the papers in his desk with complete focus. He then looks up to his daughter.
"Something happened during the dinner?" The Hand of the King asks, still unsure about the whole situation with Daemon. Alicent takes a deep breath.
She then tells him about what happened at the dinner. At the end, the Hand holds his papers in a tight grip while also slightly grinding his teeth in anger. Otto then takes a deep breath before looking back to his daughter, now more restrained.
"You did well. He is trying to play with you. Make you his puppet. You must resist any advances he makes until the marriage. You must show that you can stand on your ground. If you don't do that, he will probably never accept you as his wife. He will see you not much differently than a whore. And we depend on that marriage working." The Hand proclaims, getting more calm after his speech. Alicent looks down to his desk, thinking.
"What makes you believe that this marriage will ever work out?" The girl asks, insecure. Ser Otto gets up and gets closer to his daughter, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking deeply on her eyes.
"I know how Daemon works. That is our advantage here. He likes to be challenged, at least to a certain degree. Rhea Royce went too far. You need to resist, but not aggressively. Play his game. Give it back to him. Tease him. Wear more provocative clothes, but evade his touch. You need to be a worthy and desirable challenge. Do you understand?" The Hand of the King asks, placing his hands on each side of Alicent's face. The girl nods, nervous. Otto sighs before taking his hands from her face.
"Go take a bath to relax and then you can go to sleep. Daemon will appear here soon and I don't want you to be here when he does." The Hand of the King says before going back to his chair.
Alicent nods and then walks towards the door. She stops in front of it and looks at her sire one last time.
"Good night, father." The lady in green says in a gentle tone. Ser Otto lets out a grunt of recognition. Alicent sighs and leaves the room, going back to her own thoughts while walking through the hallway.
Her father did not used to be that cold and objective. Similar to Viserys, the death of his wife caused a change in him. Ser Otto Hightower became a man of pure ambition.
'I wish I could see his smile again' Alicent thought. 'I miss mom and the stories she would tell me as a child. The same stories I told to King Jaehaerys.' The lady in green thought in melancholy.
Alicent plays with one hand against the other, taking small parts of her nails as a way of releasing her stress.
Her mind goes back to Daemon Targaryen. As a true Targaryen with the blood of Valyria running through his veins, Daemon is a handsome man. A beauty that most men could envy.
As a humble daughter of a second son, Alicent was really surprised when Prince Daemon asked for her favour in the jousts. But, she quickly learned that it was just to displease her father by asking her favour and then defeating her brother.
She felt disappointed upon learning about that. She wanted to believe that Daemon just chose her because he was interested in her, not just because of an old grudge with her father.
Alicent sighed once again. The sound of her steps echoes through the empty hallway she is walking through.
The lady in green can only want one thing out of her engagement: a peace of heart. But, with the Rogue Prince as her future husband, more and more problems will come.
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After many moons, Alicent and Daemon had occasional encounters, but after the outcome of the first dinner, things got cold between them.
The door that she opened for him was quickly closed to near completion. Starting on their second meeting, she evaded his touch and was way more resistant to his verbal advances.
How Daemon reacted to this was a mystery for a long time to Alicent. He seemed both frustrated and... amused.
After each rejection of his touch, Daemon would retreat, but with a smirk on his face. Yet, not an angry one.
Her father said once that Daemon liked to play games with people. And now, she can clearly see exactly what is happening.
Daemon Targaryen was trying to make him his pet. A person that he can mold to his own desires, just like he does to Princess Rhaenyra herself. She wants to see how long Alicent can take to break under his will.
Alicent vowed to herself that she would keep her ideals until the very end. She would not give up that easily.
Yet, her body almost failed with her several times. Every time Daemon touches her, Alicent gets more sensitive to it. She almost... craves for it.
When she asked her father about that, Ser Otto, as a man, had little to no clue of what was happening to her. He could only make assumptions.
The most safe theory he had was that, as a pure maiden, every temptation of the flesh caused by Daemon is enough to make a difference in her. Like a man in a dornish desert getting a single sip of water.
She must resist.
She must resist.
She must resist.
Alicent repeated that in her mind over and over again, but her efforts seem to be losing strength.
But she is too close to her final objective. The marriage will happen the following day.So, now, on that warm morning on the Red Keep, Alicent finds herself surrounded by several maids that are helping her with the wedding dress and her hair.
"You look beautiful in that dress, my Lady! I have never seen a dress that impressive in my entire life." A young maid says with a large smile, looking at Alicent with glowing eyes.
The bride looks down to her white dress and takes some time to admire it. The dress is fitting for the daughter of the Hand of the King and for a Royal marriage. Even if she has some experience in sewing, she can't imagine how much work must have been done to make all the embroidery in it.
Before she could say anything, the young maid is slapped on the arm by an older woman, retreating with a short squeal. The older woman looks at her with a severe expression.
"Lady Alicent is not one of your friends, girl. Talk to her with more respect." The woman says in a dry tone. The young maid looks down in shame. Alicent laughs a bit.
"That is not necessary. She can talk to me that way. And I really like the dress. After all, it was made as I described, after all." The bride says, looking at the mirror in front of her.
She looks really beautiful, modesty aside. The dress is the one that she dreamed of since she was a little girl, dreaming of her marriage to a kind prince.
And here she is, almost married to a prince. But not one that looks kind, at the best. The happiness she wished for as a child is not here. The concern reigns in absolutes on her heart.
Suddenly, the doors open and the maids look back at it. Alicent hears the sound of small steps and looks back.
Princess Rhaenyra walks in with a large smile on her face. She walks to Alicent with a look of wonder on her face.
"Lady Alicent, you look incredible! I wish I could wear a dress that is beautiful. Kepa only lets me use the same simple dresses every day." The princess says, doing a pout. Some of the maids let out a "Awww". Alicent laughs and bows down to talk to the princess.
"Princess, as much as I love your company, is your father aware that you are here?" The bride asks with a soft tone. Rhaenyra chuckles and denies with her head.
"I said to the guard that I was going to see kepa, but i walked here instead. I wanted to see your dress closely!" The princess says, holding the tissue of the dress with one of her hands and looking at it with wonder once again.
"Princess!" A voice comes from outside as another person enters the room. A man in the white armor of the Kingsguard, short black hair and pale green eyes. He bows shortly to Alicent.
"My lady, you have my deepest apologies for entering like that, but I am the guard assigned to take care of Princess Rhaenyra. I came here to take her to King Viserys. Sorry if she did anything wrong, it is all my fault." The guard says in a smooth tone. Alicent can see some of the maids almost eating him alive with their eyes. She stands in a straight posture over the base where she is.
"Of course. The princess was only here to see my dress. She did no harm to me. But, Ser, I have never got your name before. You are the knight that took the place of Ser Ryam Redwyne, right?" The bride asks in her composed diplomatic tone. The white knight nods with his head in confidence.
"Yes, my lady. I am Ser Criston Cole, son of Clarence Cole, the steward of Lord Damon Dondarrion of Blackhaven." The man declared. Alicent nods.
"Very well. Ser Criston Cole, you can take the princess now. Just don't mention anything to the king. He might not want to get worried for nothing." The bride says to the knight before looking at Rhaenyra.
"And you, little princess, you need to learn to behave better. That is not proper for the heir to the throne." Alicent says in a soft, but scolding tone. Rhaenyra sighs and then nods. Alicent smiles at her before waving her hand towards Ser Criston.
And then, the princess and the knight go away together and the door is once closed. Alicent goes back to her original position in the base. A maid let out her breath.
"By the gods! Being handsome is a requirement to enter the kingsguard?" The woman says. The other maids laugh at that. Alicent chuckles a bit.
"Well, the kingsguard is always in evidence. After all, they wear white. Being handsome is a good trait for them, I guess." The bride says after thinking about it. Some of the maids agree with that.
Once again, the doors open, this time, more violently than before. Alicent frowns and doesn't look back.
"Gods, why can't the doors be kept closed?!" The Lady in white shouts in frustration. Only now she sees the surprised faces of the maids.
"Well, I think I can walk in to see my bride, can't I?"
Alicent's eyes go wide when she recognizes that voice. She turns back and sees Daemon Targaryen walking towards her with the slow pacing she knows very well. Alicent fixes the way she is standing.
"My prince. It is not polite for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. Some people believe that it brings misfortune to the couple."
"Some idiots, you mean. I don't believe in those foolish superstitions." The Rogue Prince says with his well known smirk. Alicent sighs before turning around.
"If you are only here to get on my nerves, you can go away now, my prince." The bride says, looking at him through her mirror. Daemon laughs.
"Oh no. I came here for more than that. Please, let me be alone with my bride, ladies." The prince says in a firm tone. The maids quickly leave the room before closing the door. Alicent grunts in anger before turning back to Daemon.
"What do you want, Daemon?! You can't wait for me to get this dress done first?" The lady in white asks. Daemon laughs once again before getting up on her base, getting close to her. Alicent tries her best to not blush.
"No. I wanted to talk to you while you are in that dress. And... you look really good on that dress, Alicent." The prince says in a tone that seems to be honest. Alicent frowned at him.
"Thank you. Now, get out." The lady says in a direct tone. Daemon denies with his head.
"Not yet. Let me look more at you." The prince says, before getting a bit closer to her.
He holds parts of her dress while looking at it with a relaxed expression, getting closer and closer.
When she feels his breath near her exposed neck, Alicent takes a step back out of instinct and slips on the border of the base.
"Ah!"
Before she could even think of trying to get up, Daemon gets his left arm on her waist and then he takes her to the base, close to his own body.
"Got you." The prince says with a short smirk on his face. Alicent almost melts with the hug-like grab, which is almost shameful to her.
She can only think of his breath on her neck, his firm grab on her waist, and his purple eyes on her brown eyes. Her mind sank into the purple.
Lost in her feelings, she doesn't see when Daemon approaches to kiss her.
His warm and soft lips make a shiver go through her whole body and she relaxes. When his tongue enters her mouth, she fights back with her own tongue on instinct. Daemon grabs her back with his right arm and gets deeper on the kiss.
Alicent is completely blinded by how good it feels to finally kiss the prince that kept provoking her for whole moons. She could never imagine how good it could feel.
And then, when Daemon moves his left hand down, her trance is broken and she gets back to reality.
Alicent pulls up from the kiss with a frown and raises her hand.
A loud sound echoes around the chamber as she slaps the prince's face.
Daemon gets out of the base with a step back, shocked with the slap he got on his bright red left cheek. He moves his hand to it and looks a bit surprised at Alicent, who is possessed by anger while she recovers her breath.
"Ouch! I did not think you had that in you, Alicent."
"You are the one here that kissed me against my will! You deserve much more than a slap to your ugly face!" The Lady in white says, still very astonished by what happened. Daemon recovers and smirks once again.
"Against your will? Oh, please. You are almost begging for a kiss with your eyes, Alicent. I only gave what your instincts wanted but your mind was refusing to give. You liked it, didn't you?" The prince asks with some arrogance. Alicent grunts.
"It does not matter if I like it or not! You should respect your bride until the bedding! You can't wait one more day, Daemon?!" The lady asks, furious. The Rogue Prince snorts.
"I could. But I want to prove my point here. You have been resisting me better than I could ever expect, but that was my ultimatum. And I got it. You got a taste of me now. You craved it, didn't you?"
"You are a mad man, Daemon."
"Mad? Hmm... I don't think so. I just like to take what is mine. And you are mine, Alicent. I decided that. You think that you will be mine only tomorrow. But no. You have been mine for the past moons. I can see your face. I am the face that comes to your mind during the night. I have stolen the heart of the precious little girl of Otto Hightower." The prince says before laughing out loud, with the laugh echoing in the empty room. Alicent takes a deep breath.
"It was always about my father. Never about me. You only care about your childish grudge. I am tired of just being a piece of the game between you two. I am done." The lady in white says before getting out of the base and going towards the doors.
But, Daemon extends his arm and pulls her back to his grab, and once again, Alicent loses her ability to resist him. He looks at her in the eyes.
"It is more than that, you can be sure of that. You are smart and strong of will, but still feminine and beautiful. You are not a weak and easy whore or neither a man with a cunt like Rhea Royce. You are the balance between the two. One very rare to find out there. Honestly, I did not want this marriage for obvious reasons. But, I guess, from all the horrible options of wives that Viserys could have pushed down my throat, I was lucky to get you." The prince says in a direct and honest tone.
Alicent is astonished. Her face is red and she can hear her own heart beating. Her lips tremble.
Daemon smirks a bit, holds her face with his hands with tenderness and then leans to a chaste kiss. Lips to lips.
If the first one was about lust, that one was something else. Love? No. That would be too stupid of a presumption. Affection? Appreciation? Sounds more like that.
Giving up to her instincts, Alicent holds his head the same way and kisses him back. Both of them close their eyes.
They get apart just to do another chaste kiss. And another. And another. One shorter than the other. The sound of the kisses echoes through the room.
And then, with a final and longer kiss, they get apart, still holding the face of the other. And then, they touch their foreheads with one another, taking a good breath. Daemon smirks.
"For a pure maiden, you are a good kisser." The prince says before laughing. Alicent lets him go and turns her back to him, taking more steps to get apart. Daemon sighs and fixes his posture.
"Well, I will leave you alone. You must have a lot to think about. Have a good day." The Rogue Prince says with an ironic tone before leaving.
After the door is closed, Alicent walks to the mirror in a slow pace out of pure uncertainty.
Her hair is messed up and her lips are bright red from the kissing. Alicent takes a deep breath before seating on the base, looking at her reflection.
Alicent can't hold it anymore and let the tears roll. She takes her hands to the face and tries to control her hiccups and sniffs.
"Sorry, father... I failed you..." The lady in white says, looking back at her reflection.
"Your precious daughter is falling for the man you hate the most..." She says before letting her crying take over her.
Tears dropped, not out of sadness, but out of guilt.
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The day has come.
Lots of nobles came along to the wedding, her father says . Most of the nobles of the Crownlands are present, and also lots of powerful houses from the whole Westeros.
Alicent takes a look from the window in her chambers in the Red Keep, looking down at the enormous amount of people going to the Dragonpit for her wedding. The commonfolk walking on foot and the nobles using carriages.
"Scared of the attention?" Her father asks from behind her in a soft tone. Alicent turned to him.
"Yes. Even in my wildest dreams I never expected such a big amount of people going to my wedding. I think your wedding was not even close to that level, was it?" The lady asks with a short laugh. Ser Otto laughs back and nods.
"Of course. It was a modest one, for the most part. We married in Oldtown in the presence of the rest of House Hightower and House Florent. Some of my father's vassals appeared there, but nothing more than that. Your wedding is much different. It is still a royal ceremony and the King took the effort of inviting the most people that he could." The Hand explains. Alicent nods in understanding and sighs.
"Well, I have to prepare myself for the wedding. There are a lot of things to get in place." The lady says. Her father nods.
"Indeed. I will call the servants and leave you alone for that." The Hand says before walking to the door. Alicent bites her lips.
"Father?" Alicent asks. Otto stops and looks at her.
"What is it?"
"Are you really not angry that I failed?" The lady asks, not sure of the answer to that question. Ser Otto walks towards her with a short smile. He then hugs her tight into his arms.
"It does not matter, my dear. You did your part very well. I couldn't demand more from you. Ok?" The Hand asks in a soft tone. Alicent smiles and hugs her father tightly. Ser Otto then breaks it.
"Now. Get ready." The Hand says before walking out of the room, closing the door.
Alicent sighs and looks to her mirror, starting to take her current dress out.
She takes her time to look at her body as a whole. Her breasts, her curves... are they good enough for a man like Daemon, who has slept with all kinds of women?
Alicent is interrupted by the knock of the servants on the door. She sighs and covers her body before walking towards the door.
That will be a long day.
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After a long time of preparation, Alicent and Otto get on their carriage together with some company servants.
The track to the Dragonpit is full of people on the way through and takes more time than it would normally do.
During it, the silence reigns on the inside of the carriage until Alicent changes things.
"I can only hope that I don't step on that dress. Why does it need to be so long?" The bride asks in good humor. The maids with her let out a laugh. Ser Otto smiles a bit.
"A bride needs to be the center of all attention. That is why." The Hand says in an honest tone, looking at the people through the window. Alicent nods and sighs.
"So, father, that is how you expected that things would turn out for me?"
"No."
"Do you believe that this marriage will work?"
"Only time will tell."
The rest of the track is completely in silence, until the horses finally stop at the top of the Hill of Rhaenys.
Lady Alicent gets out of the carriage and her father pulls out the green cloak with the sigil of house Hightower, putting it on her shoulders. He then smiles at her and takes her arm.
The two walk towards the Dragonpit with the guards by their sides. They walk through the black and red carpet towards the big doors of the pit.
They walk inside to see the grandstand full with nobles from different houses. They get up and cheer for the arrival of the bride. But what surprises Alicent is what is on the ground.
On one side of the carpet, there is most of House Hightower and on the other is House Targaryen and the Velaryons related to Princess Rhaenys.
But, at the front there is an unexpected guest. A giant red dragon with a long neck lying down by the side of the groom, hissing a bit. Otherwise, Caraxes looks very composed.
Alicent walks with her father towards Daemon, who has his typical smirk. He is wearing ceremonial black clothing with the sigil of house Targaryen on the left side of his chest in bright red. Otherwise, the clothing is clearly way more valuable than his normal clothing.
Standing after Daemon, in the center, the High Septon is in his white clothing and using his crystal crown.
After they get to the end of the walk, Ser Otto and Prince Daemon trade a quick stare before Ser Otto offers Alicent's hand to Daemon, who takes it gracefully. Ser Otto bows a bit before reuniting with his family.
Daemon and Alicent look at each other. The first with a smile and the other very nervous.
"You look really well once again, Alicent. How lucky I am." The prince says in an ironic tone. Alicent snorts.
"You don't look bad." The maiden says in a dry tone. Daemon laughs.
The Rogue Prince takes her Hightower cloak out and puts it on a nearby table. He then places the Targaryen cloak on her shoulders.
"Those colors look better on you." The prince whispered in her ear before he got back to his position, letting a shiver down her spine. The High Septon takes a deep breath.
"We are all here today to celebrate the union of Prince Daemon of House Targaryen and Lady Alicent of House Hightower in a marriage. The source of life and death. To join two souls as one." The leader of the faith says, pointing his hands to both the groom and the bride. Alicent and Daemon look into each other's eyes and both start to say the words together.
"Father..."
"Mother..."
"Warrior..."
"Smith..."
"Maiden..."
"Crone..."
"Stranger..."
As the last of the seven names let out of their mouths, Daemon gently gets his hands on her face before leaning to kiss her.
Different from the other kisses they had, that one was short and tender, lacking the intensity from before. After their lips got apart, their eyes connected once again.
"I am yours and you are mine. From these days until the end of my days." Both of them speak together in a firm tone.
"Here, in the presence of gods and men, Daemon of House Targaryen, and Alicent of House Hightower, are now one heart, and one soul." The High Septon proclaims, raising his voice.
With that, Alicent and Daemon kissed one more time, but now with the intensity that was lacking.
The guests give out loud applause to the new married couple, some screaming or whistling in commemoration. Caraxes took his head up and let out a hissing roar.
All that sound was meaningless to Alicent during that kiss. She once again got lost on the warm lips of the Rogue Prince.
After the kiss ended she got once again the sense of what was happening around her. Daemon smirks and take arm into his before walking in the carpet towards the entrance of the Dragonpit.
The guests kept applauding while they got out of here and walked down the steps to a carriage private to them.
Daemon helps Alicent get inside the carriage and the door is locked. The prince sighs and sits by her side, opening his clothes a bit to let some air get in. He then smirks to Alicent.
"My brother wanted a big ceremony. I was against it, but I think you know how stubborn he can be about what he wants." The prince says with a dry smile. Alicent chuckles. The carriage starts moving.
"Well, I doubt that he was the one that asked Caraxes to be there." She says with a smirk. Daemon snorts.
"That is about power. House Targaryen is what it is because of dragons. Rhaenys did the same on her marriage. Even worse. She arrived at her wedding on Meleys. We need to show off what we have, my dear wife." The prince says in a malicious, but soft tone. Alicent looks away.
"So, here we are. Married. Well, not entirely until the bedding." The lady in white says. Daemon laughs and denies with his head. He then gets closer to her.
"At least, I can do more of that." The prince proclaims before pulling her towards him for a kiss.
Alicent tries to resist, but Daemon holds her tight while they kiss. His tongue forcing her tongue to submission.
"Daemon... please... somebody out there could see us!" The bride says between the kisses. Daemon smirks.
"I don't give a fuck about that. I could just bed you right here. It would certainly be more interesting to me than another experience with a bedding." The prince says with a grunt. The carriage shakes and Daemon uses that to pull Alicent to sit in his lap. She lets out a little scream, but is quickly baffled by his lips once again.
After she gives up complaining, Daemon starts kissing the exposed skin on her neck, making Alicent lose her breath.
In a glimpse of sanity, Alicent perceives one thing when she looks at the window.
"Daemon... we are almost on the Red Keep!" The bride says with some difficulty. Daemon stops his ministrations and lets her go back to his side. Alicent tries to recover her breath and lose some of the heat on her body. Daemon grunts, but says nothing while he fixes his clothes and Alicent does the same. He looks to the window.
"It was faster than I thought it would be." The prince says, frustrated. With them leaving the wedding first, they could return way quicker than they would normally.
After a minute, the carriage finally reached the yard of the castle and the new couple was able to get out and walk to their feast together with their arms entangled.
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After a time, the throne room was full of Westerosi nobles. Lords and Ladies from the whole seven kingdoms were there, eating, drinking, talking and laughing.
Alicent is by the side of Daemon in the main table in front of the iron throne, and by his side is King Viserys himself, wearing the crown of jewels of the Old King. The two brothers are talking to each other and laughing, sharing stories of their childhood.
Looking around the table, Alicent can feel a smile come to her face when she sees such a number of happy faces.
Rhaenys and Corlys talking with short smiles and glances.
Laenor, Laena and Rhaenyra playing together with some bones of a turkey.
Even her father looks content enough while eating by her other side.
She sighs and relaxes on her chair.
Finally, some peace for her heart.
And then, the King gets up from his seat and the chambers get silent to hear what he has to say.
"Firstly, I would like to thank every guest that came for that marriage. That whole event was probably my only happiness in this difficult year. But, from what I saw, I have hope for the future. A toast to Prince Daemon and Princess Alicent! For a better future for House Targaryen and for the Seven Kingdoms as a whole!" The King proclaimed in an uplifting tone, raising his cup over his head. The nobles do the same.
"Glory to House Targaryen!" The crowd says together in a single sound and then several applauses can be heard. The king raises his hand, and there is silence once again.
"Now that most people have stopped eating, it is time for the dance!" The king proclaimed with a smile, making a sign to the musicians. They start playing the music more intensely.
Several couples of nobles and other duos walk towards the center of the room, starting to dance.
Alicent takes a look at Daemon. The prince sighs and takes her hand before walking towards the center of the room with her.
The others let out space for them in the middle of the room. With that, they start dancing.
Daemon holds Alicent close to him while they dance and pick up the right pace on the slow dance.
Alicent rests her head on his chest and takes a deep breath in, enjoying the moment.
The memory of her dance in silence with Daemon from their first dinner comes back to her as something sweet that makes her smile.
The slow music ends and a faster one starts. Alicent fixes her position and Daemon smirks with her sudden actions.
They quickly get on the right pace once again, but the pace of the music keeps going higher and higher, making it harder and harder to keep up.
And again, the memories come back to Alicent. Once again she is dancing with Daemon. They start sweating on their thick clothes and panting more and more.
And then, the music ended and Alicent could finally breathe properly. But, at the same time, the people around them start applauding.
Her face turns red when she understands that they were applauding their performance on the dance. Daemon laughs over her expression, he holds her tight.
"They are just a bunch of idiots trying to please the King, just ignore." The Rogue Prince whispers in her ear. Alicent nods, still a bit uncomfortable with the unexpected attention.
The applause ends fast and King Viserys rises from his seat once again.
"With the dance done, we will now go to the end of the whole ceremony. Start the bedding!" The King proclaims with a proper smirk of a brother of the Rogue Prince. A maid takes out the young children.
Alicent goes pale when the people celebrate and get around them. Daemon laughs, entertained.
The new Princess quickly remembered the instructions of her father for this moment.
She doesn't want to have her dress torn apart, so she grabs the right spot and lets it fall from her body and into the ground, letting her only own light clothes.
The men gather around her and the women gather around Daemon and start taking their clothes off while they walk towards their chambers together.
Alicent takes deep breaths while older men take her clothes off in hope of getting their hands on her body for a second. And they did, even if it was quick.
The worst part was all the obscenity they were saying about her body and references to the pleasures of the flesh.
She finds some consolation when looking at Daemon. The women tear his clothes apart and he has only a large smile on his face. One of the younger women tries to grab his lower part, but Daemon touches her teat instead, making her retreat and shame and making Daemon laugh.
And so, after a difficult walk, the two of them are left naked in their new chamber. More obscenities are heard from the outside before they finally go away.
Alicent sighs in relief while Daemon laughs once again.
"I was a bit ashamed of my first bedding, but, in retrospect, it was the closer I got to the touch of a woman that night." The prince says in a bitter tone. Alicent nods, but then remembers that she is naked. She blushes, crosses her legs and covers her breasts with an arm. Daemon laughs harder.
"Really? You are trying to cover your body in front of your own husband in our bedding? I did not think you were that much of a prude, Alicent." The prince says with his famous smirk on his face. Alicent blushes once again.
"It is just... hard to me." The bride says in a lower tone. Daemon laughs a bit more before getting closer to her and taking a new kiss.
While they kiss, Daemon takes Alicent in his arms and moves her to the bed, keeping her under him.
They trade an intense glare before going for the most intense kiss yet.
Alicent was taken away by the moment, letting her lust take over her. And when Daemon started kissing her neck and moved her hands down... she let out a moan for the very first time in her life.
And what came after that, felt more like a lucid dream than reality.
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