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

Trouble Runs in the Family

"Of course, my prince," Visaera was curled beneath the covers when the sound of an unfamiliar voice met her ears. Beside her, Aegon was fast asleep. With his mouth slightly parted, he looked carefree, peaceful, and Visaera fought the urge to kiss him. When the door closed, Visaera peeked out from beneath the covers, ensuring she would not be seen.

"It's safe," Aemond assured, his eye meeting the hole in the blanket. Visaera popped her head out and sat up, stretching. She was used to sleeping with Aegon, but being squished between two men left her feeling cramped and sore.

Aemond was watching her with a guarded look and the memory of what they had done made her flush. Remembering she was naked, she pulled the covers back up around her shoulders.

"Here," Aemond tossed one of his white shirts at her and she immediately pulled it over her head.

"Thank you," she said softly. Glancing down at the sleeping form beneath the blanket, Visaera wondered where they could all go from there. They had both, together, claimed her virtue. She was no longer a maiden... Thinking about it in the light of day seemed surreal and bizarre. "How late is it?"

"Nearly midday," he answered in a clipped tone; immediately setting her on edge. She lifted the covers and padded across the cold floor to him, the slight ache between her legs only bringing the memory of their touch to the surface.

"Are you angry about last night?" He shook his head drumming his fingers on the table. She placed her hand over his, stroking those fingers she had quickly come to love.

"Do you regret it?" she asked softly.

"Do you?" he countered. She shook her head.

"Does that make me a horrible person? That I'm glad it was both of you?" she asked, taking the chair beside him.

"You're many things, Visaera, a horrible person is not one of them." She offered him a tight smile in response. The door opened and the princess jumped in her chair. "Relax, Visaera, this is Trevyr. He is loyal to me; your presence here will not be breathed by anyone in my service." The man placed the tray down on the table, gave Aemond a bow, and left the room. "Eat. Regardless of whether you're feeling better, you need to gain some weight."

Visaera reached for the bread and popped a grape into her mouth, realizing she was starved. Only when Aemond chuckled did she realize she was stuffing her face with food in a very un-ladylike manner. A flush crept over her skin and she swallowed the mouthful, trying to keep some semblance of pride.

"What do we do now?" she asked softly, glancing at Aegon.

"I don't know," he admitted, following her gaze. "I don't like to share, Visaera, despite whatever last night may have led you to believe." She watched Aegon stir beneath the covers. "I know you love him..."

"Do you think I can't love you both?" she asked softly, voicing the possibility for the first time. With all the time she had been spending with him since the betrothal, she believed that she could love him, but it didn't change the way she felt about Aegon.

"I think you have a good heart and if you open it for too many people, it will break you." The honesty in his reply stunned her to silence and she returned her attention to her food.

"I need to go dress," she finally offered when she couldn't eat another bite. "Thank you for breakfast." She kissed him on the lips and then padded over to the bed, praying that he wouldn't be angry when she leaned over and kissed Aegon's forehead. "Come find me later?" she offered to Aemond, waiting until he nodded to push open the passageway.

In the daylight, it was little more than a dusty walkway and Visaera wondered whether she had been overreacting the night before. Picking up her candle along the way, she made her way back to her rooms and sealed the door behind her.