Chapter 47

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Caspain decided to be a little playful tonight by pulling the chair beside Rhaenyra and sitting down on it with a smile, "Do I still smell of stink, my princess?"






Rhaenyra laughed slightly at this, as quiet as possible as Otto and Viserys discuss of the battle. Rhaenyra's purple orbs switched to the rest of the men who were discussing, Caspain followed her gaze, "Lord Hightower needs to minimize his voice, it's irritating." The princess said






Caspain chuckled at this remark and whispered back, "I couldn't agree more." He paused before thinking of something, he stood up, making Rhaenyra look at him, "Allow me," He winked down at her. On the other side of the table, where Alicent was watching, her heart was trembling— aching—


 


She simply could not handle seeing Rhaenyra being coy to someone else other than her when Rhaenyra had given her the taste. Her earlier moment with her at her husband's chamber was something she wished she didn't let go and yet she did, but only because of her very valid reasons. Alicent sighed, her eyes not leaving the sight while she raised her chin up in disagreement. Her stomach was churning at the fact and remembrance of the princess about to wed to the Hand's son and she definitely couldn't help but feel the shallow—






Caspain walked around the table to where his crew on the battle were standing before speaking up behind Otto, "May I suggest we all clean ourselves first? We are making these wise people uncomfortable by our sight and smell." He smiled.







Otto and the rest glanced at him with a questionable look. Daemon frowned down at his body, hearing Ector laugh slightly from his seat before the prince sent a death glare towards him, but the Bohemond did not stop there.







Julius sighed, "I suppose you are right." He glanced at the king and queen, "Forgive us, your grace, but we first must get these taints off ourselves before presenting ourselves to all of you— as shall be done firstly." He placed his hand on top of each other. Viserys nodded at him before dismissing them all.






Alicent noticed the smirk that Caspain sent to Rhaenyra when he looked over his shoulder as he was about to exit with the three men, causing the queen to shake her head in dissatisfaction.








"Have you seen our brother, your grace? He seems to be feeling his moment— does he oftenly enjoy the blood of the rivals?" Ector chuckled in humor before picking up his food and bringing it into his mouth






"Our brother?" Viserys squinted his eyes in confusion.







"Well we are brothers, technically after you married Esther... Respectfully said." He smiled before eating again.







Viserys glanced away before rethinking of Bohemond's word. To think of it, he was quite right— He is a brother by law. He shook his head slightly before continuing to eat. Agnhez grabbed her fork in a disgusted manner before trying to push Daemon's bloody helmet off of the table near her with a scrunched. quickly and loudly, it fell— causing everybody to look at her.





"Sorry," She apologized sheepishly before lowering her head in embarrassment














Rhaenyra currently fidgets her necklace in front of a small rounded mirror. She played the emerald gem on the middle as she listens to the fire crack of what gives her light. She's been thinking about the queen once again, and how she curses herself for being so stupid— she stayed away for a reason and now she's ruining what she's started.

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