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It was sick, the tile of the bathroom was cold against Alicents knees, the smell of bile and cigarettes wafted through the air. “It’s not that big of a deal.” Her companion in crime, Rhaenyra, stood guard in front of the dark green covered door. “It very well is!” She hissed back and felt the nausea sweep over her again.
It hadn’t been on purpose, what caused her to be throwing up in such an intense manner. One moment she was giggling on the bleachers, skipping gym (the bi weekly tradition their teacher, Mr. Westerling seemed to overlook.)
Of course it helped that Rhaenyras father wrote checks annually to the private schools staff as a Christmas present, something Targaryens had been doing for many years, since the old family practically built “Kings Landing Private Academy.”
Her friend was seated, prettily on the old benches laughing at a joke that Alicent had shared, then a force. An unknown power overtook her body.
Time stood still, Alicent saw Rhaenyras lips move slowly. As if she was possessed, Alicent moved forward, entranced. With almost no resistance their lips grazed, the soft angelic gasp Rhaenyra let out made Alicent crumple.
They stayed like that for a moment, or two, mouths pressed together in silence, Alicents large brown eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping from her.
After the initial shock wore off, Alicent pulled back, “Oh god.” The first words out of her mouth surprised even the Hightower girl. “I didnt- I don’t-“ Alicent pulled back from her silver haired friend, the spell broken by her realization of the situation.
With an ungodly speed, Rhaenyra shot her hand forward, and held Alicents palm. Stopping the Auburn headed girl from running away, “It’s okay.” Nyra mumbled gently, unembarrassed and unfazed by the older teens actions. “I’ve never-“ tears were pooling at the corners of her eyes, mirrors to her soul.
Anger, confusion, grief, and sorrow whirled through her mind, then hurriedly she escaped Rhaenyras grasp. “I need to go!” The words were venomous, but not for Rhaenyra. “Ali, it’s okay.”
Lord, Alicent thought. Her whole world was being flipped over and fucked by an invisible force, it was NOT okay.
Gay. A slur used by her father to describe sinful people incapable of putting their mental illness aside to further the ambitions of their families. Lesbian. Was that even a real thing? Didn’t all girls think about kissing girls?
Especially considering how much prettier they were than boys. It wasn’t rocket science, it was a universal truth that Alicent had known since birth. Women were meant to be prettier, softer, more tempting. Men were just, well, usually dicks, but more often than not, just there.
Now she had gone and kissed her best friend, the only person that knew the intricate details of her fathers emotional and physical abuse. Rhaenyra Targaryen, she kissed Kings Landing Private Academy’s most beautiful girl.
With clumsy hands, Alicent snatched her book bag away from the bleachers, rushing down the cement stairs and toward the bathroom where Rhaenyra hid her American Spirits. Heavy sobs began to slip from her mouth, like an uncontrollable battle cry.
A dangerous sickness sweeping itself over the girl. Now she was sitting inside the stall, face in front of the toliet as if she hadn’t gotten over her bout of bulimia two years prior, when she’d first met Rhaenyra.
“Seriously Ali, it’s not a big deal. Kissing is just kissing, and if you like girls so what? My cousin Laenor is gay and nobody thinks less of him!” Rhaenyra was propped against the door, her silver locks pushed onto the dark green wood.
Alicent tried to take a breath, “I’m not Gay, Rhaenyra!” At this, the other girl chuckled, “Okay. Well I didn’t get that vibe earlier when you were moaning into my mouth.” Then blood rushed to her cheeks, and Alicent fought the urge to sling the door open and face her friend.
A loud exhale let Alicent know that Rhaenyra was smoking, again. Something they had argued about, but Ali had long since given up on changing the girls mind. “It eases my tension.” Nyra would say, as if she wasn’t an heiress and nepo baby. “Let me take a drag.” Alicent said shakily, reaching her tiny hand under the door.
Instead her palm was met with something else, her friends hand. “I won’t tell anyone. I’ll even share a secret with you. Something much worse than liking girls.”
Two girls sat beside each other, only the tall wooden door between them as they spilled their most sinful desires. Alicent was able to come out, eventually, after hearing what Rhaenyra had to say. The two girls locked pinkies and Nyra smirked, “Was that your first kiss? We’re gonna have to practice, or you’ll never get a girlfriend.” Alicent let her brown orbs roll, “After what you just told me, I think I’d rather practice with someone less… experienced.”
Rhaenyra snorted and took another drag, “Well aren’t we a perfect pair. A lesbian and well I’m not really sure what they’d call me.” The girl shook her silver head, and Ali let her head slide onto her friends shoulder, the air somehow clearer when she was stationed right next to the smoking girl. “I don’t think there’s a word for it, maybe just Targaryen will do.”
That night Alicent went back to her dorm, the taste of Rhaenyra still on her lips, eager to find peace in the solitude of her room.
There was no fear of her father finding out, not when Rhaenyra assured her that she’d never tell a soul. Instead, a warmth spread itself over her, a heavy weight removed from her chest. After that, it was a giddiness. A version of joy she hadn’t known she could feel. It was all hers, that moment between them, her first kiss. With Rhaenyra Targaryen, the most beautiful girl she’d ever known.
Across the school grounds, in the quiet of her own private dorm, Rhaenyra let herself melt into the large jacuzzi sized tub. Hot water and bubbles piled themselves around her pale flesh, calming her from the stress of spending the last two hours of her school day with Alicent in the lacrosse teams latrine.
A loud sigh escaped her lips, “What bothers you little dragon? Aren’t you happy I came to visit?” It was fortunate (or maybe just fortune) that Rhaenyra was given her own, cottage sized, house on the outskirts of the schools grounds. The same home her father, grandmother, and great grandmother had taken up as residency when they attended years ago.
The slender arms of her uncle wrapped around her waist, the water around the couple rippling, “Do you think what we have is sinful, Uncle?” His lips were softly pecking the back of her neck, pulling into a smirk, “Is that what troubles you my girl? That were being naughty in the eyes of the lord? You’ve been spending too much time with that Hightower girl. Heaven knows she doesn’t have any room to talk about sin. I don’t think her righteous old father would find her so pious if he saw how she looked at your tits.” It was rather obvious, Rhaenyra had known since she’d invited Alicent on their annual yacht trip to the Keys.
The line of swimsuits her uncle had gifted her left little to the imagination, and Alicent had been unable to look away from her cleavage for most of the trip. It had never bothered Rhaenyra though, she loved the extra attention. Someone around that thought she was pretty, offered her endless compliments, and now they shared the same sort of secrets.
It was so apparent that even Daemon had noticed, “It’s not her, she’s great. I just wish we could be open about our relationship. I wanna go on dates, take you to meet my parents, ya know regular stuff.” A loud bark of a laugh left Daemons lips, his body shifted behind her. The hardness of his erection pushed against her ass as he moved to grab the glass of champagne they had placed on the corner of the tub, “We go on dates all the time. I took you to Tiffany’s last week and bought you that necklace.”
Weakly, the man gestured toward the diamond choker that he had carefully removed from her throat earlier that evening, “Besides, I’ve met your parents. They’re not that great.”
His niece snorted into the bubbles, causing Daemon to laugh more. Effortlessly Rhaenyra twisted and placed a pleasantly soft kiss on his lips, Daemon stiffened and pushed her back a little. His fingers digging into her shoulders, “Who the fuck was it.” As if she had just heard the funniest joke of her entire life, Rhaenyra laughed, “You have to pinky promise you won’t say anything, Laena and I shared a kiss today. She wanted to experiment. I didn’t have a good excuse.”
The lie rolled of her tongue easily, making Daemon frown, “You’re going to be punished doubly for lying to me. Next time Alicent wants to use you as a Guinea pig, tell her you’re taken.”