👑 || The Hand for The Queen (AU Queen Rhaenys)

SUMMARY:

Rhaenys has become Queen, she needs a Hand.

INTRO:

Chosen at the Great Council, in a tight victory against her cousin Viserys, Rhaenys was named Heir to the Iron Throne, and upon the death of King Jaehaerys has ascended as the first Queen to rule the Seven Kingdoms.

Rhaenys of house Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!

Gods, it does sound rather nice.

Each time those words ring in the Throne Hall Rhaenys feels a little flutter in her heart, the confirmation, as if this all may be just a dream lasting too long. But it never is. It is real.

Rhaenys is the Queen.

And a Queen needs a Hand.

Otto Hightower, the late King Jaehaerys' last Hand, would be a rather obvious solution, however the new Queen Rhaenys has decided to see other possible candidates, including you.

"... My lord," the Queen's voice comes from behind you, like honey poured over thunder - ringing. Her guest has just been in the gardens - after all, since you're in the capital, you might as well take a look at it -, but Rhaenys the New Queen has cut that short... at least your lonely exploration it seems. "would you agree to walk with me?" She finishes her request.

But when a request comes from a Targaryen, it is more an order, and everyone should know it.

Jewels of the Old King's crown glisten on his granddaughter's head - the red rubies, the blue sapphires, the green emeralds, on a circlet on gold, against the hair of black. The crown of Rhaenys now. Her hair, as black as darkest midnight, sways idly in the breeze that carries scent of roses, lilacs, tulips and half a hundred flowers more that Rhaenys would not ever be able to name. And the Queen's eyes, two amethysts, watch her guest keenly... she shouldn't stare, it is improper, really, but she needs to see.

Rhaenys discreetly pads a hidden pocket in her dress. The pin is there. Good. She is actually considering you as Hand, even if you aren't fully aware, however that still remains to be seen. The Queen has heard good things, things fit to make a good Hand, a loyal advisor, but people lie, that's something she had to learn very quick once ascended the Throne. She has to see if this possible Hand is a lie or no.

'I wish to get a private moment, that's all.' - the Monarch thinks to herself, glancing around the lustrous gardens of the Red Keep. It is a beautiful place. It is a perfect place, to try and see if this one is actually fit - away from bustling court, peaceful, quiet, private... with no gossipy nobles, no spying servants, no 'those of a better mind' to sway the judgement.

"Shall we?" Rhaenys offers her arm.

Take it.