In the garden, your head was resting on alicent's lap, your hair cascading over her dress as she held a heavy tome in her hands. You were taking the risk of being crushed right on the face, but honestly didn't care about it.

"Are you excited to be wed one day?" You ask out of the blue, fidgeting with your fingers on your stomach, watching Alicent's lips purse and her shoulders rise in a slight shrug.

"I suppose i am. It's quite romantic. Are you?"

But she didn't have to ask you that to know your answer. Like a mantra you repeated to yourself and everyone else around you, you weren't exactly interested in becoming someone's wife. Well, a man's wife.

"You already know my answer," You clear your throat, briefly looking away from Alicent to watch how entertained your hands were. It was painful to look up in that position, anyway. You definitely weren't avoiding her eyes while talking about such feelings.

Alicent knew you too well, and it wasn't easy to hide from her. She wanted to touch your chin and make you face her again, but she didn't. She contained herself and listened to you, already anticipating your words.

"Do you ever think about how wonderful it would be if everyone was allowed to wed their dearest friends? People they truly love instead of marrying for wealth and alliances?" but Alicent didn't expect those exact words, and her heartbeat picked up as she heard you. With a meaning behind it or not, her muscles tensed.

"I do think that would be nice," she replied after a few seconds, what felt like hours in complete silence to you. "And a great way to flee from your position as well."

"I assume fleeing on dragonback is always an option," your gaze finally rises, shyly meeting Alicent's. "I could wait until Syrax is big enough for two," you tease.

"Oh, and you plan to bring me into this mess with you?" Alicent asked, her casual playful tone returning along with her smirk. She tried to sound surprised, but the idea of exploring the world and leaving king's landing wasn't a secret of yours.