Dreams, Dragons, and Deceit || Aemond & Aegon Targaryen

Swear It

Visaera woke with her head pounding, once again, and a strong feeling of regret overwhelming her. After the last time, she had been sure she would never drink again. Why had she decided the night before was a good time to forget that?

Everything about the previous night filled her with guilt, from too much wine, to announcing the betrothal, to allowing Aegon back into her bed. His words echoed in her head, making her heart ache because they changed nothing...

Twisting in the sheets, she groaned and tried to go back to sleep. In less than a day, she had made countless mistakes and the last thing she wanted to do was face them. Her sisters clearly had other plans, storming in and yanking the curtains back, filling the room with light.

"Go away!" Visaera huffed, covering her face with a pillow in an attempt to hide her humiliation.

"Honestly, Vis, it's nearly midday already. You need to get up!" Rhaena scolded, smacking her foot playfully.

"I haven't found the strength to face the repercussions of my actions," she admitted. Baela snorted and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I thought it was brilliant," she told Visaera. "Aemond's face when you left the room; the Queen's when you said 'fucking Hightowers.' It was amazing. I wanted to start an applause for you."

"How were mother and father at breakfast?" Visaera asked. Until she told them about the vision, neither of her sisters knew for certain that Daemon sired her, yet they had become accustomed to her calling him father.

"Unhappy, nothing compared to how they seemed last night. In fact, they spent more time discussing the Queen than you." Rhaena answered with a comforting smile.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" Visaera groaned, finally popping her head out from beneath the pillows and trying to flatten her mess of curls.

"About what?"

"About Aemond!" she huffed at Rhaena, as if the answer should have been obvious. "How am I supposed to marry him with the fucking hate he carries toward Luke? Why did I open my fucking mouth just because I was mad at Aegon? I'm so fucking stupid!" She fell back on the pillows and began to pick her nails until Baela caught her hands and stroked them with her thumb.

"Relax, we can figure this out," she promised.

"I fucking hit him!" she added in a panic, "Oh, my Gods... I hit him! I hit Aemond in front of the entire family! How angry is the Queen?" Neither answered, but a look was passed between them.

"Once you left the room, she started ranting at Daemon and Rhaenyra, saying that your display at supper was an embarrassment and how you needed to be reprimanded for your behavior."

"I was reprimanded. But really... My behavior?" she cried, "What about her son's?" Rhaena shrugged apologetically.

"Right now, I think the most important thing is Aemond. He left supper almost right after you did and he looked pretty angry. I suppose, if you're still planning on trying to unite our families, you'll need to talk to him first."

"What am I supposed to say?" Visaera groaned, "Sorry that I hit you and nearly fucked your brother last night, please stop wanting to kill my brother for gouging out your eye?" At her admission, both sets of eyes widened and then her sisters were both in the bed, squealing with interest and begging her for more information. She gave them a summary of Aegon's visits and then told them the last thing he said to her.

"That's so sad..." Rhaena said, looking moved. Visaera snorted.

"Yes, it is. Thank you for that brilliant assessment, but can we please focus?"