The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

When Aemond and Vis have collected their shock from the voice that has entered the room, Aemond wasted no time sitting up slightly, pulling the body of the woman in front of him closer.

His arms placed strategically to shelter her naked frame being seen by the intruder.

"You two are unbelievable." The voice had obviously belonged to Aegon, and the king had now placed himself by the edge of it, dipping his fingers into it while staring up his new cousin.

"What can we do for you, your grace?" Vis adds, trying to sound as if they are at any point interested in anything else then to get him out of there. Aemond leans closer to Vis, so close that she is sure the king can not hear. "I told you it was bad." Aemond whispers very quietly.

"Are you not gonna get up for your king, dear brother? Cousin?" Aegon is staring coldly down at them both.

Vis catches the young kings gaze, and yet she knows she has never been particularly intimidating. It is her stare that makes the king yield.

"Fine, I'll just make sure to get e proper look some other time then." The king blurts out with a cocky tone. In pure anger, Aemond has now gotten up from him seat behind his betrothed, leaving Vis to have to sit forward to cover herself.

"Leave this room now, brother." Aemond steps out of the tub, leaving Vis behind.

The king chuckles, almost a big grin on his face.

"But I wanted to watch. Come one, don't be such chickens." Vis has not registered that Aemond has managed to move from the tub and over to the side of his bed. It is, therefore, a surprise to both Vis and the king when Aemond has managed to reach for his dagger and now suddenly has the blade up against the throat of his own brother.

"Aemond!" Vis is halfway standing up in the tub, reaching for the towel on the chair beside it. Aegon, even though he has the sharpest blade against his throat, still tries to look to the side to catch a glimpse of the naked princess. Aemond is quick to see it, gripping Aegons jaw with his other hand.

Aemond, now has Aegon showed against the wall with all of his body weight. "I hardly think so." Aemond says as he takes a deep breath from pushing all of his weight against the king.

"Come on, brother. I am the king. What is yours is mine." Aegon mumbles under his breath as the weight that is on him clearly takes away his full capability to breathe.

Vis has managed to use a towel to wrap around her body and has stepped closer to the man who just sheltered her in the tub.

"I'm sure the king is now well reminded that he will have to ask before entering your chambers ever again, will he not?" Vis has one hand on Aemond shoulder, the other holding the over arm that is sticking the blade against the throat of the king. Aegon lets his eyes wander from his brother and to his cousin.

"She is something." He mumbles under his breath, still smirking. Aemond tightens the grip he has on Aegon as a reaction for that comment.

"You will leave, and this will be the last time you ever use the passway to either of our chambers. Is that understood?" Aemond spits out at his brother, his jaw clenched and his teeth gritted.

"And this is your only warning, brother. I will not hesitate to slit your throat if I ever hear you've come near her." Aemond continues. The king doesn't say a thing at first, just nods.

"I want your word." Vis claims, her tone loud as she is now seated on the bed. "His word don't mean shit." Aemond replies to gritted teeth.

"Do they, brother?" Aegon barely smiles slyly again. "Not likely." He mumbles, but Vis can not hear what he said.

"IS IT UNDERSTOOD?" The loud yell from Aemond made Vis' heart jump as she has never seen him react that way. She tries to stay calm while observing them.

Somehow, in the middle of it, Aegon must have nodded or said that he understood because now Aemond is releasing him slowly, and Aegon keeps his head down. Vis watches as her betrothed leads the king out into the passways and disappears for what seems to be forever.

Still, they had a mission with this bath, and even though Vis now don't think they will return to their intimate session, she is still in need of getting clean.

By the time Aemond is back into his chambers, he finds Vis back in the tub. He locks the door to the passway behind him, tossing his dagger on the bedside table. He is still very nude, and Vis just giggles at the sight of him looking so done with this life.

"I told you he is fucking nuts!" Aemond yells expressively into the room before stepping into the tub, seating himself behind Vis.

"The water is barely warm." His body burst out in a shiver, leaving goose bumps to form on the princes skin. Vis just smiles as she leans her body against the princes, letting out a heavy sigh. Aemond doesn't bother saying much. Instead, he reaches for the washcloths hanging over the tub and dips it into the water, then he starts washing up the young woman in front of him.

"There, all clean, my love." Aemond says, placing a gentle kiss on the back of the neck of the princess. Vis turns her head, a big smile on her face. "Thank you, you are most kind." She grins almost from ear to ear, and the prince takes advantage of the whole scene and kisses his girl gently, a grip with one of his hands on her neck.

They sit like that for a short while. Of course, that is all that happens. Aegon had ruined it anyway, and none of them wanted to push their luck.

After Vis had helped the prince to get clean as well, they had gotten out of the tub, the prince now barely able to keep his eyes away from Vis. She had noticed, and she wrapped herself in the towel and stepped over to him.

"We get a new chance later, okay?" She had given him a small smile as she had stood on her tip toes kissing his scar over his cheek. He had just nodded in agreement and grabbed her by the waist and given her a long yet gentle kiss. They had certainly crossed a line by now.

After a chaotic after noon, Aemond had led his betrothed into her own chambers. The goal was to get clean, and that is how he delivered her. Before leaving her, he stole one more peck from the princess' lips before reminding her to lock the god damn shelf door, or so be it he would not be pleased.

"I will see you in an hour." He reminded her of their still very much their plans with the seamstresses.

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- Scuttle