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Assistant: Title: Wildfire and Blood
        Author: FromTheBoundlessSea FromTheBoundlessSea 
        Chapter: 48/51 
        Summary: Alicent knew what her father wanted, and knew what could happen if she went directly against his wishes. However, she could never betray her friend in such a way and continued to push the king and Rhaenyra to reconcile after the tragic death of Queen Aemma. However, her father is not the only one who sees Alicent as a p@wn to be used within House Targaryen. Wishing to reconcile with his brother and have him back for his wedding to the very young Laena Velaryon, King Viserys orders his brother back to King’s Landing with the promise of the one thing Daemon wanted more than the throne: an annulment from his wife Rhea Royce. However, upon his return, Daemon learns that his brother has another bride already lined up for him: Lady Alicent Hightower.The tentative strings of a song have been plucked and a dance is about to begin. The color of some of the players may have changed, but the song must be played for destiny is a terrible thing and dreams are not always as they seem.
        Contents: Chapter 48: Laena XI
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Laena walked briskly around the Red Keep as she continued the preparations for her son’s first nameday, even though he was already a year and five months old. Only now had the king allowed for there to be a proper nameday celebration. Laena was not sure if it was because he wanted to be certain their son survived or if it were because Rhaenyra kept throwing fits whenever Laena presented an idea to celebrate her son’s nameday. Lord Otto and Lord Strong kept reminding the princess that Aegon was a prince of the first prince of the realm to survive for so long and should be celebrated as such, but Rhaenyra simply refused to budge on the issue. Viserys had eventually put his foot down and had decided there would be a hunt held in his son’s honor. Laena despised hunts, even on a good day when she would not be with child and caring for her son while also, no doubt, seeing to her niece and nephew as well. What was more was that Viserys had seemingly spared no expense when it came to the festivities when they could have very easily made the celebration in the Red Keep, which would have been more cost effective and then the money saved could have been sent over to help with the war effort in the Stepstones. Viserys might be deaf to the complaints of the people, but Laena was not. There were plenty of lords and ladies who grumbled that the king seemed wholly uninterested in the war, which they were helping to fund. There was a reason why the ladies that followed her had family who were serving with her father in the Stepstones while the ladies who flocked around Rhaenyra had no one there. It was utterly ridiculous. And so the king centering Aegon’s nameday around something Rhaenyra would enjoy made the slight feel more purposeful although Laena was fully aware he did not think too hard about the matter. And then there was the way Rhaenyra showed such obvious favoritism when it came to the children of the family. A little while after the twins had officially been named, and after Aegon had been born, Rhaenyra had made quite a show of presenting two dragon eggs from Syrax’s first clutch of eggs to Aemond and Celia. Everyone knew the she-dragon had laid five eggs, and not a single one was offered to the princess’ younger half-brother. Laena had hoped that Viserys would say something, but he had merely clapped happily as his niece and nephew wondered at the eggs and touched them happily. He had not cared at all that his daughter had clearly snubbed his son. Luckily, it was not hard for Laena to procure a dragon egg for Aegon as Silverwing had produced a clutch months before, a beautiful golden egg for her son, who should be heir. But the slight was well remembered by Laena and the rest of the court and now, once more, Rhaenyra was making it all about herself and making Laena work harder than she should have to for the sake of her son and his place within the family. —Alicent had helped lay Aegon down for his nap and Laena watched her son as he rested. He had such beautiful long lashes. His dark hair had a similar curl pattern as Laenor and, oh, he was such a beautiful babe. He did not look like a Targaryen, and there were plenty, specifically from Rhaenyra’s followers, that made a point to mention it almost every time. Some even snidely said that was why the princess had not presented him with a dragon egg, as though Celia did not look anything like a Targaryen other than her one lavender eye, of which Aegon had two. Viserys always commented how sturdy their son looked. How he was a fine and healthy babe, but did nothing to stop people commenting on his looks. The lack of condemnation for Rhaenyra not providing Aegon with an egg only hurt Laena more. Why was Aegon being denied the full and utter love of both his parents? Laena could love her son and the child growing in her belly all she wanted, and all that she could, but it would not replace the love a father can carry for his child. Would Aegon and the unborn babe forever grow under the shadow of their father’s love for Rhaenyra and the late queen? What a horrid fate that was, to always know they would never be first in anything, always compared to ghosts of people never met. Ghosts of people who did not care to know them. Laena looked on as her son slept and felt tears begin to form. No, she could not cry. It would do her no good to cry. “One day,” she whispered softly so no one outside the room might hear her. “One day, you will be loved by so many, my sweet prince, and you will know love. You will feel it so very deeply and all those encompassed by it will feel your warmth.” And then one day he would be king. A greater king than his father. A greater king than his great grandfather. He would be king. Surely Viserys would see that the gods had given him a son for a reason. A healthy son who could take his crown and one day be king.Laena watched as her son slept and prayed that she would be able to make all those things she prayed for come to pass. Her son deserved all that was owed to him. Her marrying Viserys and bearing his presence as his wife and queen had to be for something. He did not love her, she knew that, but could he not at least be kind to her. Rhaenyra could have his love and the freedom she once craved of being merely a princess with no future upon the Iron Throne. Could he not give her son something? Did not most parents dream and begin to think about the future of their children? Even more so when they were king. Why did her husband seem to care little for the son he had so long wanted now that he finally had him? —Laena made sure to dress carefully in Targaryen red and black. It was a beautiful dress, she had to admit, but she was not sure if the Targaryen colors fit her well. She looked nice enough, but could not help but long for the blues, teals, and silvers of her house. Well, she did have some blue and silver, at the very least. A silver circlet once worn by Queen Alysanne had been found for her to wear. A silver dragon that circled her brow, clutching a beautiful sapphire in her mouth. Some say the circlet had once belonged to Valaena Velaryon. It was rumor of course, but Laena liked the sentiment. Aegon was dressed in Targaryen red and black as well, with trim of gold around his collar and shirt. Laena lifted her son into her arms and pressed kisses to his chubby cheeks. Celia would not be coming to the gathering where her husband would, once more, present their son to court. The little girl was a rather fussy baby and had screeched in indignation at any attempt of making her look nice so Ser Gwayne was going to walk her around the keep to see if he could calm her down at all so she could be dressed and joined later. While Laena felt for the girl, she knew this meant Aemond would be the only other babe there, who would only highlight more how un-Valyrain Aegon looked. Laena made her way from her room and toward the great hall. Some of her ladies began to flock about her as she walked. She thanked the gods that Aegon was in a good mood and was not extra fussy that day. However, when she presented her son to the king, who took him happily from her arms, Aegon wiggled uncomfortably and looked at Laena as though she had betrayed him, making her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. “My son!” the king proclaimed happily, holding Aegon up for everyone to see. The lords and ladies of court cheered or clapped to their pleasure. Laena found Alicent in the crowd and then looked for Rhaenyra, who was not there. Those that supported her had clearly noted her absence and did not even congratulate their king on the son he had so desperately wanted.'
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