The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

My Temptress

138 - Harrenhal

Visenya had woken up much earlier than Aemond, and she had taken the time just to take in how beautiful he was. She had made him take his hair out of the bun before joining her in the bed and relieving him of his shirt. Both were unaware of the other, but it had been the best sleep they had both gotten since they were last together; there were no nightmares or waking up in a cold sweat for Aemond and Visenya felt genuinely safe in his arms.

Visenya had spent the first moments when she had woken up gently tracing patterns on Aemond bare chest, grateful for his skin-on-skin contact. But her morning had started to turn sour once she realized that she could not move multiple fingers, she had only had slight numbness in her fingertips last night, but now she couldn't even bend them. Her index and middle finger are affected on her left hand, and on her right, it is her index and pointer finger. She feels grateful that she can still feel her thumbs, but Visenya can't help but wonder if this would prevent her from holding her sword and more.

Rather than waking Aemond up from his peaceful sleep, Visenya simply removed herself from his hold and asked one of the guards outside their room to call for Ben while she made herself decent. Putting on pants had been a challenge, and even once she got them on, she could not tie the laces together.

So here, Visenya sits, wearing Aemonds shirt and pants, while Ben forcefully bends her fingers and tries to find out why they cannot do so on their own. When Ben arrived at the room, he had been interested in checking on her stomach first, mumbling under his breath about how the married couple can never keep their hands to themselves.

"Just try to bend them," Ben tells Visenya, who rolls her eyes at his orders. She has been trying the whole time, but it was like her fingers were no longer connected to her body.

"I have been this whole time," Visenya tells Ben, the frustration evident in her tone. She doesn't understand why this is happening to her, and she just wants Ben to have some magical medicine in his bag to heal her from this. From being a cripple. "I'm a cripple,"

Ben gently sets Visenya's hand down at her statement. He knows that Visenya might think herself now a cripple, but no one would care that she is. No lord would care if she can't hold a, and he believes they would rather her stay within the castle than on the battlefield again, not wanting to repeat what has just happened.

"Vis-"

"How am I supposed to hold my sword or the reins on my dragon?" Visenya cuts him off as she slumps back into the children. "How can I hold my children?"

"Even if you could hold things, those children of yours are getting too big to hold," Ben jokes, hoping that it would make Visenya smile and laugh. He just wants to get her mind off what is happening to her and rather it is on something that might make her a little bit happy.

"Really?" Visenya asks, wondering if Ben has implied that her children are getting fat. Visenya knows that if Aemon were to overhear the comment, then Ben would be paying Vhagar a visit, and Visenya just might not help him.

"Just trying to lighten the mood," Ben answers her, knowing that it had worked. The slight smile on her face makes Ben happy and fills him with the smallest piece of relief.

"You're doing a shit job," Visenya tells him as she tries to move her fingers again but just like before, nothing happens.

"I've gotten you to smile," Ben points out, and the knight notices the prince, who is waking up. "I'll talk with the maester and blacksmith about getting braces to help with your grip. Maybe if we keep your fingers wrapped with the ones you can still move, then you might be able to move them,"