The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter twenty-three (warning for sexual assault)

CHAPTER TWENTYTHREE

Warning! ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️
This chapter contains sexual assault. Readers are asked to skip the chapter if it is not something you want to read!!!

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Vis had woken to the screeching of her door opening. Still high from the milk she had taken earlier as well as incredibly tired, she had not registered who had entered her chambers. It was not before there was movement beside her, and a hand touched her cheek that she saw who the person was.

Aegon was now sitting on the edge of her bed. The view of her cousin frightening her more awake.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She mumbled as she sat up slightly, pulling her face away from the hand he reached out towards her. He just let out a low chuckle as he reached over again, letting his hand fall on her cheek.

"Aegon, where is Aemond?" Vis is now properly scared. She knew that she would never be able to defend herself in the state she was in.

"Here, have some more to drink." Aegon had reached for the cup on her bedside table, holding it over her head, nodding to it.

"I don't need any more milk." She mumbled, clearing her throat slightly.

"Oh, so that's what it is." A small smirk on his lips.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, putting down the cup. Vis doesn't answer. he just looks to the bedside table again to see if her dagger is on it. When Aegon sees her doing so , he looks the same direction. He smacks his tongue, reaching his hand over to the dagger and picking it up.

"Did my brother give you this?" He asks, pulling the handle out of the frog, studying the small dagger. Vis doesn't respond. he just pulls her body slightly more away from where Aegon is seated.

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you!" He chuckles, laying his eyes on the dagger again.

"You know, if you were my betrothed, I would not have given you a dagger that had belonged to my previous lover. But that's just me, cousin." He says, his tone low. Vis is staring at his face, looking for some sign of emotion that he is lying.

"Oh, you didn't know?" He asks, raising his brows as he shrugs.

"Well, now you do." He adds, smiling as he lets his fingers run along the Valeriyan steel blade.

"Wh- Who owned the dagger before me?" Vis mumbles, seeing the smirk on Aegons face grow bigger.

"Her name is Alys, and she is one of Aemonds lovers." He adds as he slides the dagger back into the frog.

"Is?" Vis let's her eyes follow her cousins hands. He now puts the dagger back at the table beside the bed before moving himself closer to Vis. He then lets his hand reach for her thigh that is still covered in the sheets.

"How are your feet, dear cousin?" He asks, reaching down from her thigh to lift the sheet that covers her bandaged feet. He is far too bold and lifts the sheets way higher than he should, almost completely exposing Vis' upper thighs.

Vis has stiffened up in her placement in the bed. She doesn't know what to do. Who is gonna come to her aid if she screams? What will Aegon do if she does scream?

Aegon lets his hand land on her thigh, his fingers gently brushing against her warm skin.

"If you want to, dear cousin, I can help you relax some more. You seem terribly tense from all the days' work." His tone is low but obviously very serious. His fingers glide against her skin, now reaching the inner part of her thigh.