The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter sixty

CHAPTER SIXTY

It was a tense atmosphere between all the men who now sat down by the table under the council tent. The only one who was able to cut that tension was the owner of the sweet face of their queen. If there was one thing they all had in common, it was their love and devotion to her.

She was their leader. Their darling darling leader. And now she had returned with peace. It was something any soldier, any lord, or any Ser had to admire. She had done something no other king had done before her.

When Vis sat down on the chair at the end of the table, she was joined by her husband on her left side and Jace on her right. It was, therefore, amusing to see the queen now sitting down with both the men in her life beside her. A sight that even Aegon had to laugh at.

Vis had seen the cup in Aegons hand, given him a disappointed glare, shaking her head as she made eye contact with him.

"You have just wasted months of your sobriety and for what, Aegon?" She had not cut her stare from him, but he had just chuckled as he downed his cup.

"You said I could waste my life, and I started celebrating early. Just for you, my love." He let the last words slip out slowly as he looked over at his brother, who was squinting back at him.

"You will not have any more while we are in the north, Aegon." Vis had said, and while she spoke, Daemon had come up behind him and grabbed the cup from the spot on the table in front of him.

"Thank you, uncle." She had nodded with a smile to him as he lifted the cup towards her.

"You're very welcome, my darling." He replied before sitting down himself.

Vis put both her palms on the wooden table as she scanned the faces of the men that sat around it.

"So." She begun, looking over at Aemond, who gave her a soft smile.

"I have made peace with the Wildling king." The silence was broken with a loud cheer coming from all the men who now banged their cups against the table.

Vis now took notes in the faces that were of the men and noticed quickly that Lord Turon was not among them.

"William." She turned her gaze towards the bastard son of Lord Stark.

"Where is your father?" William stood up from his seat.

"My father had to ride back to Winterfell as my sister Eldea had fallen ill with a fever. I am to take his place to speak as the warden of the north."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I will certainly pray to all the gods for her health." She nodded towards him, and he finally sat down again.

"Is it true that you're with child?" Aegon spat out as soon as he saw that Vis was about to speak again, a claim that shocked all the men around the table, some gasping slightly.

"Aegon!" Laenor had called out, giving him an angry glare.

"What? I need to know. Because if you are there is a chance it can be mine?" He was seen pulling a smug smirk, leaning back into his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Vis didn't know what to say. She did not dare to look over at either Jace or Aemond. But they were both staring towards her, and she could feel their eyes on her.

"I can assure you, Aegon, that if I am with child, that child is not from your seed." Vis had given him a tense glance back, seeing him really enjoy the chaos he had created.

"And you know this how? It has not been more than five moons since I fucked you, so." He chuckled, pushing his fingers through his hair.

The words had made Jace stand up, and he smashed his fist into the table.