My Father's Wife (GXG)

Chapter 16

"And you as a woman, since you cannot step onto that field, I will be representing you as the heir." He continued. "How is it that you never know this sort of basic information? Aren't you to be a queen?" Daemon continued to snort that earned a glare from Alicent as she listened along with the other. 

"I have never been really paying attention to the rules. I only watch." She shifted onto her seat, "There's plenty of time to learn, uncle." She scoffed.

His uncle only looked at her with a smug expression on his face. He raised his eyebrows for a second before picking up his goblet and sipping on it again. The look from his face only made the princess furious as she knows he wanted to say something more but chose not to blurt it. Something provoking, she knows. 

"I call on my son to join the tournament, your majesty if that pleases you?" Julius spoke, placing a hand on his son's back. 

The king nodded, "You have my consent. Be sure for when your son is ready, the performers do like to play rough." The king chuckled along with Caspain and Julius. He told the king that his son is well prepared and is to be expected to not disappoint the house of Targaryen. 

During the day before the tourney, princess Rhaenyra and her dear friend Dorcas along with the lady Gwenyth Hightower spent the morning doing needle work. The princess found herself having and spending a good time with the Hightower. Dorcas even questioned the girl how and what it's like at their place and the woman answered with descriptions of their city and what they all mostly do there. Gwenyth has quite made an impression on the purple eyed girl to which the Hightower really thrived to stir more.

As the girls are sewing, Rhaenyra couldn't help but think about her step-mother, and since a relative of the queen is with her, her curiosity grew more making her tempted to ask about Alicent. She paused from stitching and was hesitant to look at the Hightower who was too focused on her work.

"Gwenyth, may I ask?" She spoke. The sudden tone from the silver head made the woman to stop and look at her, "Yes, princess?"

Rhaenyra thought for a moment before answering, "The queen. What is the queen like?" 

Dorcas glanced at her dear friend from a moment from her peripheral vision as she continues to sew.

Gwenyth beamed a smile at the princess and then continued to get back on her work, "Oh, well, the queen is nice. She has been kind to my family, we haven't spent too much time since she lived with her husband during those times, princess. But the queen is very caring, ambitious, and kind." She paused, "But of course, the queen isn't as perfect as any man that stepped foot on this world, right, princess?" Rhaenyra gave her a small smile and nodded. "The queen could be very.. territorial or possessive of her own possession. Might include a person. She used to be one with her late husband." The girl shrugged while having her eyes focused on her work. Rhaenyra squinted her eyes at this. 

Territorial? 

The princess then couldn't help but wonder if she would ever come across the queen's darker side. Her mind suddenly thought about a future possibility of her step-mother and her fighting over the throne. She hasn't thought of any possible cause but just in case. The princess only forced a smile and nodded before continuing her own needle work wherein it's a thread of an almost finished Targaryen logo image. 

After spending time with her dear friend Dorcas and the younger Hightower, Rhaenyra decided not to be bothered for the mean time by spending her time alone since she hasn't been getting any call that the queen is needing her presence nor assistance. The princess wandered around and found herself heading to the library, passing the council meeting room.