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“Rhaenyra, pay attention!”
Septa Marlow’s shrill voice makes Alicent sit up straighter, despite the fact that she is not the one being chastised. In fact, the septas hardly ever scold her at all, for Alicent makes it a point to always do as she is told. The same cannot be said about the Princess Rhaenyra, who enjoys bothering the septas more than anything.
At present, Alicent and Rhaenyra are sitting in one of the dreariest rooms in the Red Keep. Shelves full of books line the walls–– boring ones, many of which have been untouched for years and are covered by a thick layer of dust. There are very few windows allowing for any sunlight to trickle in from the outside, making the room feel like a dungeon. Alicent can hear the drumming of Rhaenyra’s fingertips, the tapping of her foot. She has always been very attuned to the emotions of the Princess, and does not even have to look in her direction to know that she is growing restless. After all, the girls have been at their studies for hours.
“But I already know all of this,” Rhaenyra mumbles with a yawn and a roll of her eyes. “Everyone in the damned Seven Kingdoms knows this.”
Septa Marlow takes a deep breath. “That is no way for a lady to speak, Princess,” she replies in a monotone. They all know Rhaenyra will not listen, for the septas give her this same reprimand several times a day. When they were younger, Alicent would make a game of it, counting how many times the Princess was told to speak more like a lady. Her record was nineteen times during one lesson.
The septa continues, “If you wish to be a ruler who inspires devotion—”
“A ruler who inspires devotion would not sit around and read the histories all the time,” Rhaenyra interrupts, “I want to do something, to actually be a part of the histories for once.”
The septa frowns, turning to Alicent. “And you, Lady Hightower? Do you think of your studies as a waste of time?”
Alicent looks at Rhaenyra, who is now leaning back with her legs propped up on the table in front of them, staring defiantly at the septa. Alicent does not understand the Princess’ insubordination. Why does she so stubbornly refuse to follow the simplest orders? She has love for her friend, but Gods, Rhaenyra could be frustrating. When the silver-haired girl meets her eyes, awaiting her answer to the septa’s question, heat rises up within Alicent and she almost cannot speak.
“No, I do not think it is a waste of time to study the histories, especially for the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.” The septa nods for her to continue, and Alicent ignores Rhaenyra’s exaggerated eye roll. “Learning of our ancestors will help guide us, to either follow in their footsteps or choose better paths to tread.”
“Seven Hells,” Rhaenyra mutters.
“Brilliant, Alicent!” Septa Marlow clasps her hands together and beams at the dark-haired girl. Alicent smiles, happy to be the subject of praise from her instructor. The septa continues, “Now girls, I have some other duties to attend to for the moment. Lady Hightower, can I trust that you will keep the Princess on task in her studies? I wish for the both of you to read about Aegon the Conquerer and be ready to be tested on your knowledge upon my return.”
Alicent nods, but dreads what she is being asked to do. It is impossible to get Rhaenyra to attend to anything she does not wish to. The Princess is already suppressing a smile, for she knows how easily she can get under Alicent’s skin.
“I will make sure Rhaenyra stays focused on her studies,” Alicent replies gracefully.
“Wonderful! I will tell the guards not to enter and disturb you two. We should not want any distractions.” Septa Marlow smiles with a slight bow before turning around and disappearing through the large doors into the corridor.
Once the septa is gone, it takes all of thirty seconds for Rhaenyra to move her seat directly next to Alicent’s, leaving almost no room between the two girls. Alicent ignores her and looks back down to her book. “The history of Aegon the Conqueror begins on the tenth page of…”
The words are taken from her immediately as she feels Rhaenyra’s hand on her thigh. The Princess leaves her hand there casually, as if they are doing nothing out of the ordinary.
Alicent knew this would happen. Ever since they were girls, the two of them would experiment from time to time. Those nights were particularly difficult for Alicent, who felt deeply for Rhaenyra but knew the Princess was just having her fun, as always. The girls have never acted upon these desires outside of their bedchambers, however, and Alicent feels her heart begin to race with Rhaenyra’s touch. She tries to ignore it and read. “‘The Aegon who would be known to history as Aegon the Conqueror and Aegon the Dragon was born on Dragonstone in 27 BC. He was the only—’”
She is cut off again when she feels Rhaenyra’s fingers move from her inner thigh to the place between her legs. Her mind starts to go blank for just a moment, before she regains her senses. She removes Rhaenyra’s hand and looks over at the other girl angrily. “Rhaenyra, we have to study.”
Rhaenyra smiles at finally being acknowledged by the other girl. She is wearing that insufferable smirk on her face, the one she saves for tormenting Alicent alone. “We are studying! Aegon the Dragon, 27 BC,” she repeats, licking her lips as she inches even closer to the other girl. She is right next to Alicent’s ear when she whispers, “Tell me more.”
Alicent cannot bring herself to scold Rhaenyra anymore. The touch of the Princess’ fingers feels too good, and the feeling of Rhaenyra’s breath tickling her ear sends a shiver down her spine. She continues to read, “‘He was— he was the only son, and second child, of Aerion, Lord of Dragonstone, and Lady Valaena of House Velaryon…’ Oh Rhaenyra…”
The princess starts to kiss Alicent’s neck as she rubs her over her dress. Alicent starts to whimper and feels the book fall out of her hands to the floor. She reaches to grab it, “I—”
“Leave it,” Rhaenyra moans against Alicent’s neck. “I’ll just have to continue. Where were we? Oh yes, ‘Lady Valaena of House Velaryon was herself half Targaryen on her mothers side. Aegon had two true born siblings; an elder sister, Visenya, and a younger sister, Rhaenys…’”
It took Alicent a few seconds to realize that Rhaenyra was reciting the book from memory. If she truly does know it all, why does she not just answer the septa’s questions instead of fighting her all the time? “Rhaenyra, how do you—“
“Shhhh… I’m very focused, Alicent, don’t distract me,” she teases. Her hands move underneath Alicent’s dress and she begins to rub the other girl over her smallclothes. Alicent cannot suppress the loud moan that rises out of her. “Now we get to the fun part. ‘It had long been the custom amongst the dragonlords of Valyria to wed brother to sister, to keep the bloodlines pure, but Aegon took both his sisters to bride. It was said by some that Aegon wed Visenya out of duty and Rhaenys out of…” She trails off and looks to Alicent expectedly, waiting for her to complete the line.
Alicent tries to remember while Rhaenyra pleasures her with her fingers. “He weds Rhaenys out of love,” Alicent replies.
Rhaenyra stops rubbing and removes her fingers from Alicent’s smallclothes. Alicent whimpers at the Princess’ touch being taken from her, and corrects her answer at once. “Out of desire! He weds Rhaenys out of desire,” she moans, looking into Rhaenyra’s eyes for approval.
“Very good,” Rhaenyra returns her hands to Alicent’s smallclothes and rewards her even further. She slips her fingers underneath and rubs Alicent’s clit directly. “Perhaps studying the histories can be quite fun after all,” she says, slipping a finger inside Alicent’s wet cunt.
Alicent almost does not hear her, her mind could not be further from the histories. Rhaenyra’s praise has her shamelessly moaning now, praying that the guards outside cannot hear her.
“Your turn!” Rhaenyra says happily. She is in her element, she loves to be in control, to take advantage of Alicent’s weakness for her.
“I do not— I cannot recite it by memory, as you can,” Alicent admits, as Rhaenyra continues to fuck her with her hands.
“Then you will just have to read, won’t you?” Rhaenyra removes her fingers from Alicent’s cunt, receiving a groan in protest. The Princess lowers herself to the floor and picks up Alicent’s fallen book, places it in the other girl’s lap. But she does not return to her chair. Instead, she stays on her knees and lowers her head under Alicent’s skirts. She grabs hold of Alicent’s thighs and begins to kiss her way up to Alicent’s sex.
Alicent musters up all her strength and uses it to open the book on her lap. Hastily, she begins to read: “‘All three siblings had shown themselves to be… to be dragon lords before they wed,” she moans when Rhaenyra’s tongue finally reaches her clit. She feels the wetness drip down her thighs. “Of the five dragons who had flown… with Aenar the Exile from Valyria… only one survived to Aegon’s day…’ Gods, Rhaenyra how am I supposed to read when you are—”
Rhaenyra grabs Alicent’s thighs and gives them a squeeze, before pulling away and raising her head out of Alicent’s skirts. “Do you want me to stop, my Lady?” She asks, tilting her head innocently.
“No!” Alicent shouts before she can stop herself.
“Then read on, Alicent, I want to hear of the dragons. It is very much my favorite part,” Rhaenyra lowers her head again and resumes her work, licking and sucking on Alicent’s clit.
Alicent moans loudly, pressing her hips forward and seeking more pressure on her cunt. I must read, Rhaenyra will continue to tease me if I do not, she thinks desperately. “‘Only one survived… Balerion the Black Dread. The dragons… Vhaegar and Meraxes… were much younger, hatched on Dragonstone itself…’ Oh, yes, Rhaenyra, there, please fuck me there… I am so close…”
When Rhaenyra’s fingers make their way back inside Alicent’s cunt, it is almost too much. She fucks Alicent with her tongue and her fingers both, making Alicent cry out as she comes. After Alicent reaches her climax, Rhaenrya appears from under Alicent’s skirts, wiping the other girl’s wetness from her mouth.
Then Rhaenyra does something she has only done once or twice before: she leans in and kisses Alicent deeply. When she pulls away, Alicent smiles despite herself. She sees a warmth in Rhaenyra’s eyes, and for the first time thinks that perhaps the Princess truly does care for her as more than a friend. Alicent is overcome with the need to tell Rhaenyra, to put into words how she feels, to find out what the other girl is thinking.
But before she can say a word, they hear footsteps approaching. She had almost forgotten about the septa. Rhaenyra swiftly moves from kneeling on the floor to sitting upright in her chair. She leans over and pretends to be studying the book in Alicent’s hands when Septa Marlow reenters the room.
Septa Marlow is delighted to see Rhaenyra so concentrated on her books. “Lady Hightower, what a good influence you are on our beloved Princess!”
Alicent blushes and struggles to find a response. “I—”
“Lady Alicent has reignited my interest in the histories, Septa.” Rhaenyra says with yet another smirk. “I just find it so fascinating to learn about those who came before us. And in truth, I find there is something quite pleasing about the way Alicent reads to me. She makes even the dullest stories sound like poetry.”
Alicent coughs loudly. The septa does not notice anything amiss and beams at the two of them. “How wonderful! Perhaps I will allow the Lady Alicent to guide you in your studies more often, Princess!”
“Oh yes,” Rhaenyra smiles and nods in agreement, turning her head and locking her eyes on Alicent’s. “I think that would be most helpful.”