The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter eight

A long one for you all, my lovelies.
Oh, and by the way. I am writing this story on my phone. A long chapter for me may seem short for you.

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Chapter eight

The pair is making their way through the keep in a quick pace. Aemond does not waste time.

"Were are we going first?" Vis asks, a bit out of breath from the fast walking.

"Are you already out of breath, cousin?" Aemond asks as they continue down some stairs.

"Oh, I am sorry. Has me just joining your family of brave princes and knights slowed you down, Aemond?"
He clearly doesn't like to be out smarted, but somehow, he doesn't let his mood change because of a witty girl following him. Out of nowhere, he stops completely, making Vis having to stop on the spot as well.

"Tomorrow you will join me in the courtyard to train. An hour a day, at least. You can not afford to be out of shape when you're a Targaryen. Understood?" Vis nods quickly.

"Be careful though, cousin. You might not want to tire me completely. There is much one need their energy for through out the day." This comment was made in a normal speaking tone. Anybody passing heard it. No doubt.

"Yes, I will not forget about that. Don't worry." He answers her in the same tone, clearly teasing her right back.
Soon, they come upon the main entrance of the keep. Aemond slows down, nodding towards every lord, knight, and other men and women greeting him as they pass. Vis doesn't pay much attention to them. She does, however, notice their whispers. Clearly, the news of the lost princess has reached the entirety of the castle.

"What does your brother do in the mornings?" Vis asks, actually curious what a king does all day.

"Why so interested?" He mumbles under his breath.

Vis now a bit taken a back that mentioning Aegon clearly sparks an annoyance in him, just shrugs her shoulders. "Just a question." She simply ads.

"My brother is a pig. He sleeps in late, and when he does wake, they spend hours getting him up to the council to run the days work. By the eve he is already half drunk and has already fucked at least one girl in the castle." Aemond does not hold back. Vis is honestly not surprised. She knew the king was a bit too cocky, high on his own title.

"Is it the same girl every day, or does he get a new one delivered as if it is a raven with a letter?" Vis comments wittely.

Aemond doesn't answer at first, but when they reach the middle of the yard, he stops Vis by grabbing her arm.

"Have you locked the secret passway door into your chambers?" He asks, his one good eye glancing at her.

"No. I shall keep it open in case you wish to help me to bed every night. I drink too much." She answers, letting out a soft chuckle.

"I'm serious. Lock it." Aemonds face is indeed serious. "Is it that bad?" Vis asks, still staring back at him. Her gace gets cut off when he stops as well. The people in the yard are clearly paying attention. Aemond puts his hand behind her back as he picks up the pace.

"It is that bad. My brother has no self-control when he is blindly drunk. And I do not want to end up killing him for raping you." He says quietly.

"I will lock it, I promise." She answers quickly, letting him guide them wherever he has planned to be.

"Besides, your guards are loyal to me only. If I need to visit you, I will use the front door." His tone is still low. The words make Vis smile a little before she.