"What are you doing out this late Lady Alicent?" Seeing Alicent in the gardens by herself, I was coming back from a hunt to find Alicent in her nightgown in the gardens.

"My prince" she greets

"It's cold" handing her my cloak, the same one I wore when I was with the Volturi. Wrapping it around her shoulders, inhaling her scent which is roses, citrus and vanilla. It's a sweet and floral scent that goes perfectly well together.

"Thank you" she smiles holding my cloak closer "what are you doing out at this hour?"

"Making sure Daemon doesn't do anything stupid" which he did, Rhaella was with me when we left to see her brother in a brothel. Sometimes Rhaella and I go to brothels, spice things up every now and then. Everyone in the Red Keep knows this or that is what they suspect, they don't know that Rhaella is really into women and doesn't care much for men sexually. She only slept with me for our daughters,  I'm fine with that now. At first I was a little offended but now? I'm just grateful for the new life I was given, not being a glorified bodyguard.

Unfortunately when Rhaella went to the brothel, we saw what Daemon did. Rhaella is still out keeping an eye on Daemon in the shadows "I can't sleep" Alicent admits

"Why?" I ask. She's not telling me something, instead she's picking her nails. Taking her hand, she looks up at me with wide eyes "don't do that, don't hurt yourself"

"Rhaenyra losing her mother" she stares into my eyes "it reminds me of how I lost my mother" I thought she died from a fever "of course it wasn't child birth but...I don't know how to comfort her when she is pulling away"

"Give her some time" offering her as I rub her back "this is common amongst many people, her pulling away but let her know your there. She'll come back around, just give her a bit of time"

"Thank you" she thanks me "for the advice, my prince" looking over to the flowers. She's trying to place the flower.

"It's called a Gladiolus" she looks at me when I pick one "they are named after the fighters from my home land, gladiators or gladiatrixes. They mean strength, pride and integrity—those are the typical things it means but each color flower has a hidden meaning" handing her the green one "here you go"

She takes it, sniffing it before smiling "It smells wonderful—I didn't know flowers were green. What does the green one mean?"

"Many flowers mean many different things but green? Nature, healing, hope, balance..." she looks at the flower in her hand "let me escort you back inside, before you freeze to death" standing up and offering my arm, she takes it after a moment.

Walking back to the castle in silence, she hands me my cloak when we reach her room "thank you for the flower and offering your cloak, my prince"

"Of course" taking my cloak back "sweet dreams Lady Alicent" closing her door, I find Rhaella smirking at me. What? I don't ever like it when she smirks like that "What?" Walking over towards her as she takes my arm, we go back to our room. I spend this time working on the security of the city and how we could make it more secure while Rhaella sleeps. She offers me an elixir to sleep and sometimes I take it and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I just like hearing our daughters rapid heartbeat or her slow heartbeat.

"If you wish to pursue Lady Alicent" shrugging her shoulders as she changes, thanks to her immortality the venom healed up her scars from when I cut her open "and take her as a paramour, I'd be fine with it"

"I doubt her father would" sitting down at the desk looking through the reports "will you inform your father in the morning?"

Nodding her head as she gets into bed naked "He's enjoying the time with Tyanna, I'm not taking that away from them...I'll ruin their moment in the morning just like what Otto I suspect will be doing" he's the reason people know me and Rhaella visit brothels sometimes, he has spies all around.

"Do you think your father will allow him to stay?" I ask

Shaking her head "Not after this, definitely not after this"

|Next Day|

Baelon is upon the throne with his crown and sword Blackfyre him. Down here we have the the right my girls, Rhaella and I along with Tyanna and Serena. To the left is Viserys and Rhaenyra, Emerys is also by them since she has a good relationship with her uncle despite her hatred for Rhaenyra or her father.

"Father, you look like the Conqueror upon the throne" Daemon greets looking around at us all "family"

"Did you say it?" Baelon demands

"I know not what you mean" shaking his head at his father.

This just enraged Baelon more "Did you go out to a brothel last night and say Heir for the Day? About your brother? His nephew? I want the truth Daemon"

Daemon's heart races realizing what this is about "We all mourn our own ways"

Serena scoffs shaking her head "You will" Serena orders "address our father as 'your grace' or have your tongue removed"

"For nearly three decades" Baelon narrows his eyes upon his son. Viserys was born when Baelon was like sixteen and Alyssa fourteen, I often forget sometimes since when the girls were born Rhaella was twenty one "I have tolerated your childish behavior but that ends now"

"Father"

"Be quiet!" Baelon raises his voice "your brother has just lost the woman he loves, Rhaenyra her mother. At the very least you could show some sympathy or support given how your mother died the exact same way" not the exact same way but she did die because of a pregnancy "you will be sent to Dragonstone without Caraxes and you will hand Dark Sister to your daughter Emerys or go to Lys. I've sent word to my sister Saera, she is prepared to take you into her home until you've managed on your own"

"You can't be serious" he asks flabbergasted "mother wouldn't"

"Your mother would be horrified to learn of what you did!" Baelon screams standing up cutting himself upon the throne "I admit I haven't been the father you needed growing up but I tried, I have these recent years to mend the relationship between us and try to hold this family together but time and time again you have done whatever you could to rebel. But I am done, done"

"This is your fault" Daemon says "you decided to keep the bloodline impure"

"How?" He demands "how did I do that?"

"You married a Lannister! You had Rhaella marry some lowborn bastard!" He yells "and you had me marry that Bronze"

"Do not" Tyanna warns "finish that sentence"

"I should have married Rhaella!" He complains "not that bastard!"

"That bastard" Rhaella speaks up "is my husband who I have an amazing relationship with, sure we may not be in love but I do love him since he fathered my children! I never would have married you brother because I only see you as my brother!"

"Traditional Valyrian custom" he reminds us "states that we marry within the family"

"And look at where that has got us?" Baelon asks "Madness, still birth, miscarriages...I could go on but I won't. Viserys is to find a new wife, someone with no Valyrian blood. Now what will it be?"

"I'll go to Dragonstone" he pulled out Dark Sister and we watch carefully as he hands the sword to Emerys who takes it.

"You shall leave after I announce my heir" Baelon stated