The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter Two

A/N: Edited for a easier read

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This chapter is a bit shorter than the first. Enjoy!
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Chapter two

They keep walking inside the keep for what seems to be forever in Vis' mind. For the whole pass, he has kept his hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards their destination.
They stop as they approach a man in armor.

"Ser Criston, where is my mother?"
The knight looks at Vis, then at her bandaged hand, then back at Aemond.

"In her chambers, though I don't think she is pleased to have company right now, my Prince." Ser Criston answers, looking down at Vis again.

Vis wasn't a short girl. She thought of herself as above average in height for a woman, but next to Aemond, she was tiny. His long, narrow frame towered over her. Ser Criston was not as tall as the Prince but still, not as short as Vis.

"Hmm" is all she hears from Aemond as he puts pressure on her back with his hand again, signaling for her to keep walking.

"You're not very chatty, are you?" Vis turns her head and looks up at the side profile of the man who up til now has both yelled at her, threatened her with slicing her throat, flirted with her, and cut her hand.

"Not particularly easy to read either." She adds, still looking over at him. He does not look back at her, only keeping them on the route through the hallways of the keep.

"The whole grumpy, mysterious act you got on is quite odd." She can now see a slight reaction in the form of an upper lip twitch as he puts more pressure on her back, probably to raise the pace of their walk.

He says nothing, and soon, they reach a big golden plated double door. To open it, he let's go of his hand on her back, shoves the double door open, and stands to the side, presenting the entrance. Vis steps forward and passes him further inside.

"Who is it?" She hears a delicate low voice ring through the room.

"It is only me, mother." Aemond walks up to a pillar that separates Vis' further view into the room. She stops, now suddenly realizing she has to speak to the queen mother. The queen walks away from the cover of the pillar, and with a confused look on her face, she takes another step towards them.

Now fully visible to Vis' eyes, she can look upon the face of Alicent. She hasn't seen her in many moons since the coronation, and it is clear that the moons after losing her husband the late king has not been very kind to her. She looks tired, just like Aegon.

Aemond steps in front of Vis, reaching out to unclasp the buckle that holds the hood of the cloak up, then pulling the hood away from Vis' face, revealing her long white curly hair.

The queens eyes widen, now stepping closer to Vis.

"Mother, may I introduce you to Princess Visenya Amarie Targaryen. The lost princess of Aunt Aerys." The queen lets out a short snorting chuckle, looking at her son as if he is joking.

Since the prince's face does not look any less serious, her smile turns into an equally serious expression.

Vis looks at Aemond for a few moments, then back at Alicent. She quickly curtsies, nodding her head. "Your Grace."

"How old are you, dear?" Alicent asks as she reaches her hands out and places them on Vis' shoulders.

"I celebrated my nineteenth nameday two moons ago, your Grace." Aemond now walks towards one of the chairs by the sofa in the middle of the room. He sits down, putting both of his arms on the armrests, glancing over at the queen and Vis, a small smirk on his face.

"Did you do the test?" Alicent asks as she reaches over to brush one of Vis' curls over her ear.

"What a lovely face you have, my dear." She adds, smiling softly.

"Brightest blue I have ever seen, mother." Vis looks back at Aemond, who now rests his jaw against his left hand.

"My father is Lord Harron Stark." Vis blurts out. This makes the queen raise her eyebrows and turn her head, looking at Aemond.

"That is what the reports said. Was it not Aemond?"

Aemond, who up til then had been looking down on the floor, now looks up and at Vis, their gaze meeting. "Hmm."
This makes Vis even more annoyed, and she can't stop her tongue.

"ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING HMMING!" She yells, taking a step away from the queen mother who let's go of her hand. Aemond, still glaring up at her, now with a small smirk on his face.

"Ever since you found me with Vhagar, you have done nothing but hum and stare and drag me around like some item!" Vis continues in an obviously very annoyed tone.

The queen mother, now with a surprised expression on her face, turns her head towards her son. "You found her WITH Vhagar?"

Aemond licks his lips slowly, still staring at Vis with his only eye. Vis sighs heavily, breaking the staring contest she has with him, her eyes landing on the old queen. She looks at Vis as if she is something out of this world. Vis presses her lips together, sighing again.

Out of nowhere, Aemond gets up from the chair, walking over towards Vis, standing right in front of her, connecting their gaze again.

The queen Alicent steps to the side, looking from her son to the white-haired girl, back and forth.

"Yes, mother, she has managed to create quite the bond with my dragon." Aemond says, his tone harsh.

"And for how long have you visited Vhagar in secret, Princess?"
Vis takes a deep breath, not knowing whether or not she should admit to exactly how long.

"I-..." She swallows, not daring to stop looking at the prince.

"Th- three years." She mumbles under her breath. Aemonds face turns white, almost as if he has trouble believing what she just said. His face is now clearly angry. Or jealous?

"You have been interacting with the Prince's dragon for three years without being noticed?" Alicent asks, her tone surprised, now stepping closer to Vis. When she stops, she puts her left hand on her son's shoulder, probably to calm him, as she knows he is incredibly protective over his dragon. He did, after all, lose an eye for her. The prince is breathing heavily, though he manages to contain his anger... barely.

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- Scuttle