Perzys Ānogār {HOTD}

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[Trigger Warnings - M*rder, Cheating? (they're not married yet and it's not going to happen again!!), Implied Sexual Content, use of the word Whore. If you can't read this part bc of the warnings, please just give me a message and I will summarise <3]

Four Years Later

At eighteen Visenya was a woman grown, and in a weeks time she would be a wife. She had grown more wise over the years, more calculating and ambitious. She had pulled Aegon back from the edge more than once, his low self-esteem and the pressures of being a challenge to Rhaenyra's claim had caused him to spiral, but with the help of their grandfather and Visenya he had slowly come around and started accepting and learning about his role as prince and how to be king, when the time came. He had grown more handsome and almost as ambitious as Visenya, even when the doubt crept in, he could see that he was born to be king and he would have the strongest queen the Seven Kingdoms had seen by his side.

Helaena had grown kinder and more beautiful over the years. The ladies of the court had stopped their teasing after Lady Alys and Lady Alerie were sent to the North and Iron Islands, they must have put two and two together and came up with a vengeful sister.

Aemond had grown into a fierce warrior, besting Ser Criston on most occasions. He had grown into the stunning Targaryen looks, with long, pin straight silver hair, his violet eye standing out against the dark, leather eyepatch which hid a gorgeous sapphire gem in place of the eye Lucerys Velaryon took.

Visenya had just come from a final dress fitting and had sent a message to her betrothed to meet her at their place by mid-day. She was supposed to meet Aegon there last night, she waited and waited but he never showed. All Visenya knew was that he better have a good excuse for ditching her, they were supposed to spend some quiet time together, away from the hundreds of lords and ladies who had come to the capitol to celebrate their marriage.

The princess was sat in front of the un-lit fire when the door creaked open, Aegon popping his head into the room to check his sister was there.

"Oh, now you have time for me, how nice."

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time yesterday and I- um, I" he stammered towards the end of his excuse.

"Forgot?" Visenya supplied the answer.

"Yes. No, no! I'm sorry!" Aegon rushed, coming to kneel at Visenya's side taking her small hand in his.

"Where were you, then?"

"I was out... with Ser Arryk."

That one statement caused Visenya's stomach to drop. She knew Ser Arryk went out of the keep while he was off duty and frequented the taverns and whore houses on the Street of Silk. If Aegon had gone out with Arryk, that meant he went to the taverns and the whore houses. It meant that he had fucked someone else before they were even married. He had betrayed her in the worst way one week before their wedding.

"You-," she started, but she clenched her teeth, biting her tongue.

The though of it made her feel sick. It wasn't uncommon for princes or lords to indulge in whores, it was more uncommon if they didn't. But Visenya thought that their relationship was more than just the wedding, in the last year or more their relationship had become more loving and romantic in a way that was expected of a husband and wife who married for love, not duty. There were stolen kisses in the halls, lingering touches and though Visenya was still a maiden, they had pleased on another in other ways.