The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter thirty-five

CHAPTER THIRTYFIVE

When Vis had woke the next morning she had done so almost gasping for air. Her lips and mouth were dry as the sand dunes outside of Volantis. She was clearly severely dehydrated.

Once she had gathered her thoughts and rubbed her eyes, she saw that she was back in her old chambers. She then checked her body, sighing in relief when she was still wearing all of her clothes. There was barely anything from the room that was missing from when she last saw it.

The sheets looked the same, the curtains were the same. The only things that was missing was her mess on the study table in form of her diary and books.

When her eyes landed on the cup that stood on her bedside table she was quick to reach for it, almost downing the water that was in it.

After drenching the worst of her thirst she had lifted her riding tunic up over her bump, and she laid there with her hands on it for a long time. She felt slight movement, which relieved the tension that was currently building up in her body. But even though she knew she was back in Kings Landing, she also knew that she was back against her will.

And she was now finally able to swallow the fact that it could be a while before she saw her husband again, if she would ever see him again at all.

When a sound coming from outside of the chamber doors was heard, she quickly sat up in her seat. A frown developing on her face as she realizes that the sound is her doors unlocking from the outside.

Looking around her she was about to reach for the candle holder that was made out of metal when the doors opened, causing her to pull her fingers back as she placed them on her belly to make it look like she was at least giving in.

But she was never gonna give in. She was prepared to try and fight her way out, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do that before she had gotten her strength back by eating some food. It was therefore a half pleasant and half terrifying view that met her when her cousin stepped through the door with a tray in his hands.

Glaring over at him trotting into the chambers, she felt more and more tempted to reach for that candle holder again and struck him where the sun never shined; his miserable face.

He didn't say anything, just walked towards her with a small smile on his lips before he sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, causing her to shift in her seat just to get a bit further away from him. Her eyes landed on the tray that had bread in the basket and jam in a jar, along with a big cup of a yellow liquid.

"It's juice from oranges that got delivered from Dorne a few days ago." Those were the first words he had chosen to speak, not a greeting, not a how are you. Just random shit about a drink she would definitely not be trying.

"I guess you were probably terribly confused when you woke up?" His body language is quite different from what is usually has been in the past.

"Are you sober?" The frown on her face growing bolder as she asked him the question.

"I drank for the first time in months yesterday for courage." He looks away from her face as he ends that sentence.

She just keeps staring at his head. He is definitely sober and it frightened her even more because now he had completely control over his mind and actions. During her short stay in the castle before they left, she had seen many different versions of him.

He was never this calm and collected, and he always spoke with a tremor in his voice when he had something to drink. The tremor was gone now, and he almost looked helpless there he sat. She knew better than to pity him though, as a sober Aegon could be all of the different versions of her cousin she had seen, for all she knew.