The Dragon Awakens.

The Green Queen

There was still the taste of ashes in the air and smoke lazily drifted up into the sky, most of the fires had since been put out but a few still stubbornly clung to life. Like her, in a way. Her hand came up to play with a loose thread on the sleeve of her gown. It was green, the same shade of green as the gown that she had worn at the feast of the great tournament which had opened it.

All of the gowns that had been provided to her were in the same colour, the rest of her clothes had been burned. The very same gown she had worn that day was still in one of her trunks, it sometimes pleased Rhaenerya to order her be dressed in it. Well, she could have all her little jokes for as long as they made her laught.

But Aegon was still out there, somewhere. Her sweet boy, her king. So long as that was true then she would allow herself to feel hope, and when her son came to take his city back from his treasonous murderous bitch of a sister then it would be her turn to laugh, and laugh she would as Rhaenerya was made humble and her last bastard was killed in front of her.

Yes, that day would be so sweet that she did not doubt that everything she had to suffer up to now would be worth it.

There was a knock at the door to her chamber and moments later her maid walked in and curtised to her, well at least some of the people still within the Red Keep showed her the defernce which she was due, she had been a wife to one King and all true and loyal men knew that she was the mother of another no matter what Rhaenerya thought in her madness.

Her maid drew her a bath and once Alicent had scrubbed herself clean her maid then helped her into another gown, it was green of course but at least it was of a finer cloth of the one that she had worn already and so she would wear it, when all this was over however she was going to use as much coin as she could get her hands on to buy a legion of new dresses, in a thousand different colours.

Maybe she would make Rhaenerya dress in black as she waited for her execution, kept in mourning for the rest of her hopefully very short life. That thought pleased her that for a moment, alone in her chambers, she forgot she was a prisoner in the castle where not so long ago she had walked the corridors of as it's queen.

Sadly, it seemed that all her happiness was to be temporary as another knock came at the door and when her maid opened the door she found that it was one of Rhaenerya's servants, another traitor to her son who she was going to have put to death as she had thought of doing to all the traitors that had taken up residence in the Red Keep.

But again, it was something that she would simply have to wait for. "My Lady," The servant adressed her and Alicent could not stop herself from bristling at that, whatever other lies that Rhaenerya had told herself and those that supported her that didn't change the fact that Alicent had been wed to King Viserys in front of the entire realm, she was still a Queen if that spoiled little bitch wanted to admit it or not.

"The Queen wishes to see you, I am to bring you to the throne room." The servant spoke and when Alicent tilted her head to look around the door she could see that there was a knight in the white armor of Rhaenerya's Queensguard and she knew that the only choice she had in that matter was if she was going to go with her head held high or if she was going to have to be dragged there.

Well, she certainly didn't intend to give Rhaenerya the satisfaction of that sight and so she held her head up high and walked out of the chamber following after the servant with her maid trailing behind her. It was a long walk, oddly. She was certain that she had walked greater distances to get to the Throne Room than this and yet none of them had ever felt so long as this.

All of the eyes in the Throne Room fell on to her as she entered, it was not a sight that she was unused to in her time but where as once it had been love and adoration for her as Queen that was in their eyes now it was hate and disgust, what once were friendly smiles were disgusted sneers, where one she was spoken to with sweet words and kind tones and everyone made it clear how much they loved her, how much they had admired.

And it wasn't even Rhaenerya's traitors, she saw faces in those that had assembled to watch this farce who had spoken to her and told her that in their heart of hearts they knew that Aegon was the true king but it seemed that those same faces had told Rhaenerya differently. She hated them so much, and she would have all their heads on pikes before this was done, she swore it to all those who did her harm.

At the top of the throne, her son's throne, was the whore herself. Rhaenerya was dressed in black and red as usual, her long silver hair was braided in the style of Visenya as if the whore was even the shadow of the queen and woman that she had been, it was pathatic to see. She was still fat, the strain of carrying six children had left their marks on them and the weight had marked her.

Her sons were in front of her, the bastard was standing at the foot of the throne with a circlet that he had on his unworthy head. The gall of it made her want to spit. The youngest boy was there, and this one had silver hair at least but it was also the one who Rhaenerya had stolen her own son's name from, a spitful insult to say the least.

The other six men of the Queensguard stood in a loose circle in front of the Iron Throne, and the man that escorted her went to go and stand with his brothers. They all wore full plate and their helms today so Alicent could not tell who was who but that really did not matter to her, no matter who they were they had chosen to serve the whore and seeing their faces would not make her hate them any less, she swore that.

Corlys was sitting to the right of the dias, which did suprise her as she was certain that the man was still rotting in the dungeons because his bastard that Rhaenerya had made legitamate had betrayed the whore had run off. But then, Alicent had been cut off from the rest of court so there was much that she was behind on.

"You asked for me, princess?" Nothing would ever make her call the bitch a queen, not anymore. She could do whatever she wanted with her and still she would not break on that point. Not a one of them could make her. "What can I help you with?"

"Thank you for indulging me, Mother." She put a fine point on the word that made Alicent want to grind her teeth, if she thought that Rhaenerya could not get any uglier then she was proven wrong when the whore smiled, it was a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "In truth, I do not want anything from you. However, a bit of interesting news has reached my ears and I thought that you would like to hear it."

Suddenly, her knees felt like they were going to buckle and she did not trust herself to speak. None of the news that had come to the capital as of late had been any good for her, the last good news that she had was when she heard that Daemon had abandoned her. A part of her had hoped that he would come and rain fire down Rhaenerya and the both of them would kill one another but it seemed that she was not to have that.

Rhaenerya spoke more then, when it was clear that Alicent was not going to ask for any clarification. "Last night, a man came into this city. A man, beneath notice. I would not normally here from such a man directly, but he brought me a very interesting story and I could not help myself. So, I ordered to have him brought to me so that I could hear his words."

"As you know, my Lady. My dear brother, the one that you carried within you and brought into the world and nursed at your trecherous breast has been in hiding ever since I took the capital, and the Iron Throne, from him." She seem to take a great deal of pleasure in dragging out every word and Alicent was certain that she had never hated her as much as she did in that moment.

"I've turned Westeros upside down and inside out looking for him, my armies have clashed with his so many times and yet there has not been the slighest sight of him, I had began to think that perhaps that my dear little brother had run off across the other side of the Narrow Sea, that he had abandoned all of his loyal men. I do not think it would be beneath him, after all. Treason and theft was not."

She bite her tongue so hardly that she could taste blood, it was that or she would not be able to hold her tongue as Rhaenerya continued on with her slander of her son. If she said something then the bitch might try and have her sent away, to torment her all the more by keeping any news of her son away from her.

It wasn't as if it would be out of character for her, Rhaenerya did enjoy tormenting her. It seemed to be the only thing that gave her any joy, as of late. At least her own daughter was finally free of her, her poor little Helaena. Her heart broke every time that she thought of her, which was quite often now.

"But it seems, that he did not run so far from me at all." If there was ever anything more terrifying than hearing fire in a Targaryen's voice then it was hearing ice, and that was all that was in Rhaenerya's tone. Cold and cruel and unyielding. "It seems that your son will never be content until he has stolen everything from me, he stole my crown and now he wants my castle."

"A fisherman smuggled a message to me from Dragonstone, Aegon is there and he has taken my castle for himself. The reason that I have not been able to find him is because all of this time he's been hiding under my nose." Rhaenerya rose from where she sat and began to walk down the steps, and she looked terrifying. "I called you here to say goodbye Mother, I will mount Syrax and lead the royal fleet to Dragonstone and the next time you see me it will be with your son's head on a pike."

Alicent's knees buckled and this time she did not manage to stop herself from falling to the ground, she collapsed in front of the Iron Throne and looked up at the woman that she had onced called daughter, the woman that had rejected every gesture that Alicent had made, she had tried to be fair and she had spat on all of it and now she was going to kill her son.

"Rhaenerya, Rhaenerya please. I beg of you." The tears started and she wouldn't be able to stop them even if she tried, they were coming so fast and so quickly that she had no hope at all of stopping them. There was no hope. She was lost. "He is my son, my last son. I beg of you to take pity on him, he is your brother. Your share a Father."

"A father, yes. A Father that I loved more than anyone, a Father that I do not doubt that you murdered and left to rot in his rooms while the both of you conspired to steal my throne from me. He is no innocent in this, he is a traitor and his only reward now will be to suffer a traitor's death." She was on the dais now, still high above her.

"No, no it isn't true. I didn't kill Viserys, I loved him." And she had, she had loved him so much. At first, but then she had done her duty and brought a son into the world and Viserys did not see sense and make him his heir as he should have done by law, even when Alicent had given him two more sons it had not been enough even as Rhaenerya shamed him by having bastards parade in front of him as if they had any right to be his grandsons. "And Aegon, h-he didn't want it. He said it, he said 'what sort of brother am I if I steal my sister's crown?'"

That got through to her, made her stop at the very least and the entire court was muttering as they wondered what she would do next. Rhaenerya's features wavered and then they hardened, her lips thinned into a cruel line. "But he did steal it, he could have refused you no matter what lies you may have poured into his ears but he still took it all the same, and I will not have you bleat mercy for your sons. Three of my sons are dead because of this war you started, when Aegon is dead we shall be finally even."

If it was grief or rage or sheer madness, Alicent could not say as she looked back on it, but something compelled her to say it. "My sons are trueborn princes, the purest Valyrian blood! Not a one of your bastards, not even one of Daemon's get, could ever hope to be worth even half of one of my sons. Tell yourself whatever lies you wish, but we will always know that to be true."

The bastard made a move to come near her, but his Mother stopped him. Her eyes were hard and there was no mercy in them. "Enjoy those words, my Lady. Because they have gotten you what you want, I will not bring your son's head back to King's Landing. I will bring him back, alive and well. I shall have him walk naked through the streets, with iron fetters around his wrists. I shall have the people know that this is the man truly responsible for all of their suffering, I shall allow them to throw rotten fruit and stones at him and whatever else they can get their hands on."

"I shall march him into this very throne room, and I will make sure that the last sight he sees is me sitting on my throne as I have his eyes taken out. Then, I will unman him and then I shall give him to the gaelor's and the lord confessor, and then when he is broken. When there is nothing left of the son you knew, I shall allow you to come forward to kiss his brow before I feed him to Syrax."

"And then, my Lady, I shall see to you. And I will not be so kind." The court was silent as the Queen left, both her sons following behind her and Alicent cared for nothing else as she wept and wept and wept.

End of Chapter

Oof, this is a heavy chapter but I think a good one, I also want you guys to know that this will not be the last Alicent chapter by a long short and we will be seeing her again.

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