The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

The first one to land their dragon is Aemond. He let's Vhagar put herself down on a hill across from the one Caraxes landed on. He quickly dismounts Vhagar, stepping onto the wet grassy hill.

"Rýbās, Vhagar." He tells her.
Vis now follows, letting Sunfyre land next to Vhagar. She stays on his back while she watches her betrothed dismount his dragon.

"I was glad when I saw Sunfyre in the sky, knowing that I finally could have the pleasure of burning your foolish excuse of a cunt of a king for what he did to my family." Daemon starts, taking a step away from his injured dragon. He is clearly injured himself as well. His hair is dark from the soot and he is limping, almost jumping on one leg when he moves.

"But now, landing in front of me, the cunt clearly has lost his balls, because that is not him. Or have you suddenly grown breasts, Aegon?" He laughs, clearly amused by the mixup.

"Who is this white haired whore?" Daemon looks at his nephew as he nods towards Vis.

"So glad you asked it like that, uncle. She is your sister Aerys' daughter." Aemond says, watching his uncles reaction.

"Your niece, Visenya." Daemon, let's out a long sarcastic laugh as he looks back at Vis.

"You must be dumber than you look, boy. My sister died in labor after giving birth to a stillborn." As Daemon takes a step towards Vis, she pushes the split of her robe back to pull out the dagger she had fastened to her thigh. Aemond steps towards Daemon, his dagger already out, letting it dance between his fingers.

"You know the rumors just as well as I do, uncle. She is the right age, and up until a few days ago, she thought her real father was Harron Stark. Remember when you told me the story that matched that?" Aemond adds, swirling his dagger in his fingers, showing that he is ready to defend his lover at any second.

"Where is your little pussy of a brother?" He says, completely ignoring the other topic. "I hope he's not dead yet. I want to know where to go after I have both of your heads. I will bring them as gifts for him to look at while I kill him as slowly as possible."

"The king was not feeling well, so he decided not to join us on dragonback, uncle!" Visenya steps away from Sunfyre, but now the dragon does something that surprises both Aemond and Daemon. Sunfyre snakes his long neck around and lays his head in front of the princess, shielding her body. Only her head is visible just above the snout of Sunfyre.

"Why is the whore... speaking?" Daemon spits out the last word, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Dracarys." Vis says calmly, and Sunfyre opens his mouth and spits out a ball of golden fire. It lands on the grass right next to Daemon.

"Call me a whore again and the next one will land on you, uncle."
Aemond watches his lover handle the situation proudly with a big grin on his face.

Daemon let's out a laugh again, but steps back towards Caraxes, holding his hands in the air.

"Is she your whore?" Daemon looks over at Aemond, putting pressure on the last word as it leaves his lips.

"Do it." Aemond looks over at his lover.

"I've had enough of him, my love. So do it!" He yells over to Vis who know has stepped past Sunfyres snout exposing herself.

"She didn't even have time to get dressed after being your whore. Look at her, she is still in her night clothing!" Daemon laughs loudly.

"Yet, in my whorely chamber robe and barefeet, I still managed to put a whole in your dragons wing." Vis adds, the corner of her lip in a slight smirk.