#i love rhaenyra but its bashing time girlie

[alishaaxo]

The Green Queen And A Greener Future

Chapter 5 Excerpt

Alicent sat down, stewing in anger in her chambers, as her maids fretted about, worried about their beloved Queen.

Viserys upon arriving home to Kingslanding, had said absolutely nothing regarding Aegon’s rightful passage to heirdom, just boiling in his rage toward Rhaenyra.

While Alicent declared her intentions to gain numerous nobles to join her entourage to him, King Viserys mindlessly agreed, his mind choosing to focus on arrogant Rhaenyra’s actions rather than the politicking needed for the Realm, or any bonding with Aegon, other than attempting to feed him wine before the maids prevented so, and showcase him off to nobles.

Visery could, indeed, stay a hypocritical coward.

Rhaenyra was still heir.

How infuriating it was for Alicent, to watch that hubristic brat walk around arrogantly, as if unaware of the birthright she stole from her brother, Aegon the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

Luckily her father had arrived, shooing away Alicent’s entourage of ladies and maids with a firm smugness in his steps as he stood forward to confront his daughter.

“Did you enjoy the hunt, Your Grace?”

“Well enough.” The Queen retorted, reluctant to speak, after the noteworthy strides taken for Aegon’s cause, which ultimately failed as Viserys kept Rhaenyra as heir.

“How fared my grandson?”

“The ladies Lannister and Baratheon were quite taken with him.”

“As they should.” Otto spoke smugly, intent on uplifting Aegon’s reputation within the realm and glad of this success within the noble ladies social circle.

Continuing on, Alicent’s father spoke further, “He’s the future of the realm.”

Alicent scoffs, interrupting Otto’s tirade, “If only his father could see that. He’s too focused on his arrogant brat of a daughter. When he has a perfectly fit heir right here!”

Her Hightower father looks on at her with a gleeful shock plastered on his face. His daughter has realised the truth, no longer clinging to the curtails of her once-beloved friend’s past affection and finally understood the depths of the situation: that her selfish childhood companion is unfit for the crown and has hubristically stolen the birthright of her son Aegon, and doesn’t even care for the position.

With a rare showcase of emotion, Otto pressed his hand on Alicent’s shoulder, love in his gaze. His dearest daughter understands now; he just isn’t some overreaching ambitious man, but more than that.

A loving father.

While Alicent resented her father for clinging her to the man who became a neglectful rotting corpse, she couldn’t ever deny that he brought her immense power.

Power, she never wanted.

All Alicent ever wanted was to live a comfortable life with a handsome courageous knight and have a peaceful existence. Yet after living her previous life, she had to forsake those girlhood wishes, all for the children she loved dearly, yet pressured with expectations and duty. Just like her father.

As a woman of a mature mind, Alicent understood her father’s wishes for her. Who wouldn’t want their daughter to be Queen of Westeros?

She did the same to Helaena. Yet now she understands. They were both girls forced into positions they never wanted. While Alicent grew to become a woman suited for her title, cunning and political. Helaena remained the whimsical yet reserved darling she always was.

She cannot fix her own life, as the time she returned, Viserys’ want to marry her was already implanted within his mind, and she felt an obligation to bring her children back to life, or else this god-given blessing would be useless. But she can fix her daughters, and any other maidens she meets.

The power Otto had implanted onto his Hightower Queen was vital for her and for that she was thankful.

With the position he afforded her, alongside the Seven’s favour, Alicent could save the realm from the ruinous actions of the conceited Targaryens.

These Valyrian supremacists who flaunt their arrogance and bask in the glory of Westeros, while demeaning the importance of the true Westerosi men and women, who sustain and build on the realm, unlike them: Rhaenyra and Daemon. Two Valyrian-obsessed leeches who reep the benefits from Westeros while demeaning every aspect of the Realm.

Otto was glad, his daughter was shaping up to be a vital figure of Westeros, “How pleasing. You’ve changed Alicent, you now understand that Rhaenyra has stolen your sons right as heir.”

“I may have loved her before. But the hypocrisy she and Viserys spew is torturous! They were perfectly fine with Aemma Arryn’s sons or lack thereof.” She snarked, snidely bringing up the Arryn women’s misfortune in childbirth and fertility. Due to her inner resentment for the innocent Queen that has haunted her life, yet Alicent knows from the true depths of her soul that poor Aemma Arryn was another innocent girl ruined by Viserys’ ignorant actions.

“But they disregard Aegon? What right do they have to pick and choose which son of the King can be heir?” Alicent continues, waves of fury flushing through her words, unravelling her anger with the one person who could understand: her father.

“Targaryen arrogance my darling. They spread their racist rhetoric that they’re better than all of Westeros, when it is us so-called simpletons, who uphold the law and truly rule the realm.”

Otto continues, displeased over the disastrous monarch he serves, reminiscing on the past royals, “Prince Baelon and the Old King were great, respected men, Alicent.” His mouth twistens, turning spiteful and bitter, “Yet their descendants spit on the hard work of their ancestors!”

They both quieten themselves for a while, shock at their outward blast of emotion.

This loud eruption of lingering animosity was unlike their usual selves, hiding it all for the sake of the Realm.

Never showing their hatred, yet together, the father and daughter could expose their true emotions to each other.

Alicent then softly shatters this silence with a vow, “Not all their descendants, father. I will never let my children be alike to Rhaenyra and Daemon. Their arrogant stature, abandoning duties and demeaning the people of Westeros!”

“I know the truth now.” The Hightower woman speaks, no longer the naive girl wishing to reconcile with her old companion who would ruin her children’s lives. Becoming a crazed, conceited harlot, indulgent and ruinous for the Realm.

“Im not a little girl anymore. How could I stay friends with the arrogant princess stealing my son’s birthright?” She retorts.

“Exactly.”

“This is why you must guide Viserys to reason.”

“I’ve tried. He clings on to his guilt regarding Aemma Arryn, forgetting that the true reason he named Rhaenyra heir wasn’t to placate her but to prevent Daemon from reaching the throne.”

“Sooner or later, he will surely see.”

“I feared I was too harsh on you, my daughter.” He speaks, continuing this rare look into his mind. Yet instead of anger towards Targaryens, he’s illustrating the love hidden within his overreaching actions. “Your marriage to Viserys was monumental for our household,” The Hand speaks aloud, believing in a need to regain the political standing his house deserves, as the heirs to a kingly magical dynasty far greater than a slave-owning incestous lineage. “Yet I couldn’t help but think that I had pushed you too far.”

He continues further with this heartfelt tirade, apologetic in his tone, ”Wanting the best for my daughter but destroying her in the process.”

“But now I see you for who you are, and I believe you have the drive to win.” Otto thus concluding his resentful-turned-remorseful rant with a declaration, illustrating his trust in Alicent.

The Hightower Queen couldn’t help but tear up.

She’d proven herself to her father, and just as he sees her, she finally sees him for who he is: more than the father who forced her into an unwanted duty, but a complex man, indeed driven by a greed ever so strong, but a man with love in his heart.

He was not the monster she once thought he was.

The man may be ambitious but Alicent now truly knows he loves her and their family.