The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter fourteen

Gosh, I am shocked that so many people have read my little story already! Thank you all for adding it to your collections, and thank you all for the votes.
I don't have a plan for this story. Only I write what comes to mind there and then.
It makes me proud to know that my vivid imagination is truly accepted by so many of you lovely readers♡
I am especially looking forward to writing about their ride together on Vhagar!
Thank you all again!♡

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Vis had waited for a long time before deciding to call on Yara. She had checked the mirrors first, looking for any sign that would make her look 'freshly fucked' as Aemond so graciously had called her.

When she stepped outside of her chambers, she couldn't find either of her guards at first. Crossing the corridor, she knocked on the door that led into her maid Yara's room. Yara opened up, instantly dragging Vis inside her chambers.

"You're in big trouble, young lady!" Yara points at her lady, and Vis raises her brows in confusion.

"I had to stop the guards from returning from their break. I sat outside of your chambers while they both went on the loo and I had to stop them upon their return and lie that you were not in there anymore, even though I had just heard you scream the Prince's name." Yara is out of breath clearly stressed about the matter.

Vis can't help but let out a hysterical giggle. Yara can't resist the laugh her lady has and joins in while nudging her shoulder.

"I'm serious though, Vis. Had you not started fucking while I was there, the guards would of instantly reported this to her grace the queen mother and both you and the prince would be in deep shit."

"I'm talking married tonight deep shit. Or worse. You would be separated and both forced to marry someone else."
Vis sighs heavily, walking over to the edge of Yaras single bed. Vis looks around in the small room. It looks depressing in there. Depressing and sad.

"So please be careful, princess. I don't wanna go back to being sexually harassed by the king and I like you way more than any other royal I have ever been a maid for." Yara adds, sitting down next to her lady.

"I'm sorry, Yara. I promise we will try and be more discreet." Vis promises as she leans over and hugs her maid. "And I like you too. And I never ever let you go back to work with the king again. I promise he will never touch you again." Vis adds, comforting her maid who looks worried.

Yara gives her lady another tight hug before standing up from the bed.

"This room is miserable. If you want, I'll make sure to find you a bigger one." Vis smiles towards her maid, stepping towards the door.

"What are you working on?" Vis asks as she nods towards the sewing project that is placed on the study.

"The dress I'm gonna wear for your wedding." She says, walking over to the study table, picking up the sketch, and handing it to her lady.

"The help is allowed to wear other clothes than their uniform for the weddings." Yara adds, excitement very dominant in her tone.

Vis studies the drawing, a big smile forming on her lips.

"Gosh, it is truly a masterpiece, Yara!" Vis expressed her admiration.

"Why don't you work in the closet with the other seamstresses?" Vis asks as she hands Yara the drawing back.

"You need experience with creating clothes for the royal family to even be considered." Yara admits, sighing loudly as she puts down the drawing on the study table.