The Grey Wolf & The Golden Dragon | Aegon Targaryen II

Masks, Demands, and Mischievious Plans

Alysanne

Alysanne winced as Elin pressed more of the ointment against the fading bruise on her cheek. The throbbing had dulled but the mark still smarted every time one of them touched it.

"It's nearly gone," Elin stated as she corked the vial and placed it back in the drawer of her lady's vanity. Alysanne nodded as she twisted her hair in her fingers, pinning the sides back with a pair of metal combs Aegon had given her. It had been three days since the storm, since she'd told him that she loved him, and he had doted on her every waking second since. Alysanne smiled at the memory of him whispering those three words back to her against her temple out in the rain.

"Hello? Clouds for brains... Focus! We've got to get you dressed!" Elin chided, pulling Alysanne from her revere. Court was convening and the King was actually feeling well enough to attend, for the first time in months. Nervousness wrapped around her and weighed her down like a heavy cloak tied too tightly to slip out of.

"This one?" she asked, holding one of her red dresses up. Elin shook her head.

"Too much gold... You'd look like a Lannister..." the redhead stated; Alysanne snorted and dropped the gown back on the settee.

"This one?" The shoulders of the black dress drooped, the neckline dipping just slightly into her cleavage. The dress was covered in cold embroidery and metalwork, but the long sleeves were blood red. Targaryen colors...

"That one." Elin declared, nodding her head in approval. "Take those out..." Alysanne removed the combs that she'd just used and Elin stroked the brush through her hair until her curls became soft waves. "Wear this one..." she insisted, pressing the jagged, gold tiara into her hands.

"I don't think..."

"You're a princess, Alysanne. Mayhaps not by law, but in practice. In Aegon's eyes you already are..." Alysanne felt her cheeks warm as she thought of Aegon again. "He wouldn't have gifted you all these jewels and bobbles unless he wanted you to fucking wear them!"

"There's a matching necklace..." Alysanne murmured, nodding to one of the wooden boxes that littered her table. Elin grinned.

"That's more like it..." the redhead declared, hands on her hips...

Alysanne stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman reflected back at her. She certainly looked like a princess, dripping in red and black and gold... "You look perfect..." Elin whispered, hugging her around the shoulders and kissing her cheek affectionately. "Aegon will be drooling during court."

"Speaking of drooling, have you talked to Aemond about—"

"No, and I don't plan to." Elin insisted harshly, glaring at her in the mirror, "I told you, it's just—"

"Just fucking..." Alysanne finished, knowing Elin was completely full of shit. She saw the way Elin and Aemond looked at one another. Aemond had consistently called her "his lady." Elin shared the prince's feelings and it obviously terrified her.

Since their game of hide-and-seek, Alysanne found herself spending more time with the younger prince; the proof of their sparring sessions still fading on her cheek. She enjoyed his companionship, but it made her miss Cregan fiercely, despite the distance that had always been between them. He was still her brother.

"Alright, alright..." she relented, turning around, and reaching for Elin's hair. It took nearly an hour and a handful of beeswax, but Elin's hair became a ribbon of smooth copper falling down her back. Her pink dress was simple, falling of her shoulders and hugging the tops of her breasts in a delicate manner; the stone metal at the center highlighting her chest. "You're so beautiful..." Alysanne murmured, stroking her fingers through Elin's hair, and planting a kiss on her shoulder.