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

Epilogue II

Five weeks later, Visaera sat rolling her fingers over the marble ball in its holster, listening intently as her mother spoke to Lord Corlys. Her grandfather was eager for Jacaerys to take his seat at Hightide, but her brother and Helaena were loath to leave the keep.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, grandfather, but does it truly matter whether Jace resides there now? You have many years still ahead of you."

"Your brother will be Lord of the Tides, princess. He should spend time on those tides before assuming the role." Corlys replied smoothly. Visaera dipped her head in resignation.

"Perhaps, there is a solution we can all be satisfied with... Helaena is rather attached to her siblings..."

"As are you..." the Queen muttered, rolling her eyes. Daemon snorted and shook his head, conveying that he would rather not think about the fact that his eldest daughter was fucking both of her uncles again. Visaera ignored the jab.

"Perhaps, Jace can take his place on Driftmark and the rest of us can visit Dragonstone. It is but a short flight for the dragons from one island to the other."

"It's bad enough that I have to fly to Winterfell to see Rickon; now you want to take my granddaughter from me?" Daemon growled, anger burning in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Daemon? Getting too old to sit in the saddle for a few hours?" she asked, leaning forward on her elbows. The room had gone silent as she and Daemon stared at one another, a silent challenge happening between them. "Alright, fine," she relented, rolling her eyes. "Forget I mentioned it."

Daemon sat back in his chair, satisfied that she had relented. Aemond had been tapping his middle finger against his cup of wine during the exchange and finally grinned. He had a gut feeling that Visaera wanting to return to Dragonstone had more to do with him and Aegon than anything else. Admittedly, they had been fucking more than rabbits during the past few weeks; some privacy would be rather enjoyable.

"Driftmark is still only a few hours from here; you can fly back and forth to see Helaena, or she can remain here and Jace can make the trip." Rhaenyra offered.

"I suppose that will be up to them, won't it?" Visaera answered with a grimace. The council grew silent as the list of discussion topics drew to a close.

"Well, if that is all..." Everyone around the table stood and the Queen swept from the room, her consort following directly behind her. Visaera resumed her seat and let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temples.

"What's wrong, my love?" Aemond inquired. She bounced her leg nervously beneath the table, wondering if it was a good time to say anything. Her husband had steadily been taking on more duties and Visaera wondered if her mother was going to officially appoint him as a member of her council soon. She didn't want him to be on her mother's council; she wanted the comfort and privacy Dragonstone would offer.

"Did someone say something about Aegon, is that why you want to go to Dragonstone?" She shook her head and chewed on her lip, desperately hoping he wouldn't be angry with her. "What is it, sweetheart?" She opened her mouth to reply, but then Aegon was sauntering into the room with Alicaera in his arms.

"See? There's mama," he assured her softly as she reached for Visaera. Taking her daughter from Aegon's arms, Visaera leaned back in the chair and sat Alicaera on her lap.

"You want to see?" Vis picked up the marble and held it out so her daughter could run hold the sphere.

"Here, you give me her," Aemond reached for their daughter, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. "I'm going to take her to the nursery. I will see you both at supper." Then he carried Alicaera from the room, leaving Visaera alone with Aegon.