( It wasn't for lack of trying, and she still tries, but Aegon's lust for self-indulgence has always taken priority over everything. Alicent has tried her best to shape and groom him into the man and King she wishes to see sit on the Iron Throne, but he has never taken an interest in anything she has tried teaching him. If it weren't for the constant fear looming over her and her family and what Rhaenyra may do once queen, would she have given up on him and allowed him to live the life of depravity he craves?
Sensing the tension building on the other side of the table, Alicent glances at her sons, a pleading look on her face as she silently begs them to behave before turning back to her plate.
There is the grating sound of her fork and knife against the plate as she cuts into a piece of meat when Aemond mentions bringing Vhagar.
Pulling her lips between her teeth, Alicent sets her cutlery down before drawing a sharp, deep breath through her nose and letting it out before looking at him. There is an annoyance in her look, one that speaks to question why he wants to bring that beast with him, and just as she's about to speak, mouth poised to say something, she thinks better and closes her mouth.
Her brows furrow for a moment in thought, chewing on the inside of her cheek, her hands coming together as her interlaced them together — smoothing fingers over knuckles. A single side glance to her father, she relents, body visibly relaxing as she leans her cheek on the one hand. )
It will be a long journey, but if you wish to bring her, I have no reason to object.
( He has a point; it would be good for Daeron to have a riding partner, and she imagines being away from his dragon for such an extended time would be difficult. They have an attachment, a bond she will never understand or experience, but she will try to understand better than she has and will try putting in an effort. )
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Sensing the tension building on the other side of the table, Alicent glances at her sons, a pleading look on her face as she silently begs them to behave before turning back to her plate.
There is the grating sound of her fork and knife against the plate as she cuts into a piece of meat when Aemond mentions bringing Vhagar.
Pulling her lips between her teeth, Alicent sets her cutlery down before drawing a sharp, deep breath through her nose and letting it out before looking at him. There is an annoyance in her look, one that speaks to question why he wants to bring that beast with him, and just as she's about to speak, mouth poised to say something, she thinks better and closes her mouth.
Her brows furrow for a moment in thought, chewing on the inside of her cheek, her hands coming together as her interlaced them together — smoothing fingers over knuckles. A single side glance to her father, she relents, body visibly relaxing as she leans her cheek on the one hand. )
It will be a long journey, but if you wish to bring her, I have no reason to object.
( He has a point; it would be good for Daeron to have a riding partner, and she imagines being away from his dragon for such an extended time would be difficult. They have an attachment, a bond she will never understand or experience, but she will try to understand better than she has and will try putting in an effort. )