The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter seven

As you read this chapter, do remember that this is how I see Aemond, and he is not supposed to be a complete copy of the Aemond we see in the TVseries.

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CHAPTER 7

The morning comes quickly over Kings Landing. The sun rises from the Narrow Sea, and first light hits the capital of Westeros. This particular summer morning was no ordinary summer morning at all. In fact, it was the morning after Visenya had had dinner with her real family for the first time. The Targaryen family. The blood of old Valeriya. The gods of the seven kingdoms.

Vis did not feel like a goddess when she woke that morning. In fact, she felt terrible. A throbbing headache dominated the young girls head.

Groaning loudly, she sat up in the bed she had slept in all night. She barely remembers getting into it. No, she doesn't remember it at all.

The truth is. After Aemond had left her in the room the evening before, Vis had gotten herself undressed by tugging herself out of the snug dress that tightly hugged her body. She had even taken off the undergarment dress, leaving her only in her bottom garments.

Drunk and tired, she had passed out on top of the bed and on top of the covers. No maid had helped her into bed as upon her request to Aemond when he asked.

Yet, he had not felt certain that she had managed to get ready for bed all on her own. So some time after getting himself ready, he had returned to his cousins chambers.

He found the young princess laying across the bed, half naked and fast asleep. Snoring. It had been quite an amusing sight. Being the gentleman as he is, he had quickly covered up his cousin with one of her bedsheets, tucking her into it. Then, he had lifted her whole body up gently, placed her head on the pillow, and covered her some more. He even opened the window to let in the warm summer night breeze.

Finally, he had looked down at his new cousin with a smile on his lips before departing the chambers after tucking her clothes over the ottoman on the edge of her bed.

Vis slowly tossed her legs out over the edge of the bed she had slept in. She did not remember falling asleep like she had woken up, but she didn't think much of it. Scratching her head, she slowly stood up looking for her undergarment dress.

She would expect to see it tossed on the floor somewhere, but after some searching, she found it on the ottoman on the edge of her bed. She quickly put the dress over her head, not a minute too soon as suddenly her chamber doors opened.

"Good morning, Vis." In came a familiar face. Yara, the maid that so kindly had helped her get ready yesterday stepped in with a tray. She put it down on the small round dining table in the corner of the chamber. Vis saw smoke coming from the cup.

"Good morning, Yara. I trust that you slept well last night?" Vis asked as she made her way over to the table, taking a seat.

"Yes, very well, thank you, Vis." Yara said, smiling softly. Vis had insisted that Yara would not call her princess all the time. Yara used to be the Queen Heleanas maid. She had some trouble in the start, but she quickly got the hang of it.

"The Prince is outside, very eager to wish you a good morning, Vis." Yara added, walking over to Vis who tucks her messy curly locks behind her ears.

"Alright, you can send him in then." Vis said as she reached for the tea cup and slurped herself a big sip.

"Maybe you want to put on some clothes first?" Yara suggested. "I don't know, Yara. I suspect there isn't much he hasn't already seen." Vis says in a chuckle.

"What do you mean, Vis?" Yara asks as she sits down opposite her at the table.

"Oh, it's just that I don't remember getting ready for bed last night, and certainly not falling asleep the correct way in my bed. That's all." She adds, a small smile on her lips as she glances over at her maid.