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

A Change of Plans

Visaera spent the next three days in a lust-filled haze. Between the wine, milk of the poppy, and her uncles, the princess hadn't left Aegon's room once.

The trio was wrapped in their own little world, where the war and dissension outside didn't matter. In the back of her mind, Visaera knew she had to go home, that she should be planning, but Aegon's assurance that he would abdicate left her feeling hopeful, too hopeful, perhaps, that everything was going to work out.

A knock startled Visaera awake; Aegon continued to snore softly beside her and Aemond was nowhere to be seen.

"Come," Visaera called, pulling the sheets up over her chest. While she didn't fancy being seen naked, she was sure the majority of the keep knew what she and the princes had been up to; there was no point in hiding it.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, princess," the servant offered.

"That's alright, er..."

"Martyn, princess," he replied with a small bow.

"Of course," she replied with a smile, "What is it?"

"The Hand has requested the King's presence in the small council chambers. Apparently, there was a raven intercepted..."

"Alright, alright," Visaera nodded. "I will wake him. In the meantime, please locate prince Aemond and send him to the small council chambers as well."

"Of course, princess," Martyn replied with a bow before leaving the room.

"Aegon," she whispered, shaking him softly.

"Mm?"

"You have to wake up, my love," she tried again, shaking him.

"Go away," he groaned, making her grin.

"Aegon Targaryen, you wake up right now or I will push you out of this bed." The prince didn't move, but a single eye peeked open and settled on her.

"Unless you're waking me to suck my cock," he growled, "then—"

"You're one word away from losing that cock, Aegon," she replied with a grin. "Come on, you're needed in the small council chambers. Aemond has already been sent for."

"And when I'm done, you'll suck my cock?" he asked as he rolled over.

"Mm, perhaps," she replied with a grin. The prince finally pushed the blanket off and stretched. "Good morning," she finally offered, leaning over to peck his lips. He groaned in response, reminding Visaera that he was not a morning person. "Alright, then," she relented, twisting around and straddling his waist. "Perhaps a morning fuck will help you feel better?"

Reaching between them, Visaera took hold of Aegon's cock and guided it to her center. Already, he was rock hard and, as she sank down on him, bottoming out, Aegon let out a groan...

When the prince was gone, Visaera forced herself out of the bed and crossed the room to the water basin, washing. With a huff of annoyance, she yanked the bandages off her finger, along with the metal rod. With a few flexes and bends, she deemed it well enough to keep the bandages off and scrubbed her hand clean. Her hair was a silver nest and she spent far too long trying to comb the tangles out before she was able to braid it back. For the first time in days, Visaera dressed properly and left Aegon's chambers, determined to see to Helaena.

Her aunt was tucked into her bed and the shutters were drawn closed, but Helaena was lucid, to Visaera's relief. Neither of them said a word, the princess merely held Helaena's hand. There were plenty of things she wanted to say, but nothing seemed to be enough and Visaera found herself chewing on her lip instead.