The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter fourty-one

CHAPTER FOURTYONE

The sun had shown up that morning after the storm. Aegon had woken up with his arm around Vis, his hand on her belly. He had fallen asleep quite quickly, but had woken up all the times she moved in the bed, which were a lot.

At one point, she was groaning in pain, so he had gotten up and left her for almost half an hour. He had personally walked all the way to the Maester and gotten some more of the milk. When he got back, she had almost been in tears as it hurt that bad. He feared for the stress the night before, the pain, the worries had on her body. But she had gladly accepted the milk, and when she finally had become comfortable, she had fallen asleep rather quickly.

So when he woke from the door opening to his chambers, he had shooed the maid away, wanting to make sure she slept as long as she needed. He debated in his head on whether to stay with her or not, but he knew that his day was probably going to be quite full of things he had to do. So he got up, made his way around the bed, placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and got dressed. He left her in his chambers barely awake, really wishing that he could just put his duties as king away.

The second he got out of his chambers, he had been surrounded by people who clearly had waited quite some time for the king to wake up. The first person that dared to speak was the hand, his grandfather who asked him if he had a whore in there. Aegon had given him an angry glare and chose not to answer.

"We have words from Winterfell." Aegon rubbed his hand over his face. Of course there was.

"And?" He started to walk through the corridor. His destination would be the council room after that comment.

"My source says that the Prince has trouble finding any allies in the north as they don't think it is any of their business to intervene with a family feud." Aegon left out a sigh, mostly in relief.

"Did you put the girl in the chambers next to you?" Ser Otto asked as they approached the stairs.

"Yes, but she is in my bed." He had just added shortly, the comment making Otto stop. Aegon turned and looked at his grandfather, who was looking at him with a glare of worry.

"What did you do? Force her to lay with you?" The comment angered him, and he had to stop himself from reacting.

"I would never." As Aegon started walking up the steps again, his grandfather followed behind.

"You can not -"

"I'm not allowing you to intervene with the business I have with Princess Visenya, grandfather." Aegon cut him off before he could even say anything else.

"I am the hand, Aegon!"
They reached the stairs, and Aegon turned towards his grandfather. "And as my hand, I am telling you that what I do -"

"No, I will not allow you to treat her as you please, Aegon. She is your brothers wife. She is carrying his child and I-"

"Why do you just assume that I'm forcing her? Is it so fucking hard for you to believe that she volunteerily came to my chambers last night and chose to stay?" He is trying not to raise his voice as he doesn't want the people around to hear.

"Why would she do that?" He blurts out now following his grandson who is walking again.

"Oh, I don't know, grandfather, maybe because she likes me?" He lifts his hands in the air, spinning around as he says so.

"And it gladens me surely to hear that my brother is not able to gain allies. And if -" He stops himself when he suddenly spots a familiar face down on the second floor, causing him to walk towards the railing.