ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Aemond Targaryen

Her steps were fast.

Loud and fast and careless, almost as if that wasn't the same person who could sneak in your chambers to slit your throat without anyone noticing.

Visenya was reckless as a dragon, but she knew when to be quiet as a mouse.

Right now, she walked the empty hallways of the Red Keep almost as if she wanted the lords and ladies in the Throne Room to know where she was heading, to hear her endless cursing towards them and their families and houses, to feel her short fingernails digging in the palm of her hands.

Stormbreaker roared and yelled and set the dark skies in fire over and over, feeling his rider's anger and looking for the comfort only a dragon could give his rider. And her tensed muscles visibly relaxed as he flew near the Keep and his body covered the full moon outside, bringing a darkness to the hall that matched the color of her hair and clothes.

I was surprised, that she had not noticed me already, for my steps to be as loud and clumsy as they never were due to the amount of dornish wine I had forced myself to drink. Perhaps she was too concentrated in not going back and beheading that cunt from Sunspear and his son and everyone she could set her eyes on to even pay attention to her surroundings.

The smell of chocolate hit me in the face when I turned a corner and the wild wind of the night moved her hair, and my corrupted mind couldn't help it but imagined her in the bathtub, with the warm milky water soaking her odd black and silver locks and her naked body. Body I had touched and kissed and licked. Body that could have been sold to Dorne if my half-sister and her husband decided to.

I didn't even realized I was walking faster until I grabbed her forearm and pushed her against a wall with no care.

"Did you have fun?"

My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, and the words came out slower than I expected, but the memories of that man's filfhy hands on her as they danced and the way she had smiled at him were enough to burn every notorious glimpse of wine remaining in my tongue. Though I could see she had smelled in my breath as she took a deep breath, hissing when I digged my nails in her arm and pursing her lips almost as if she did not want to talk.

She was shorter than me, and she had to lift her chin so she could look at me in the eye. Her own lilac irises shone with anger and drunkenness and something more my own drunken mind could not recognized before she took another deep breath closing her eyes.

She leaned her head on the wall behind her, and her silver locks settled themselves on her cheeks since she lost her crown before our dance and they could freely moved around her face. I had gotten sight of the blue and brown crown in one of her younger brother's head as I followed her out of the Throne Room as silently as I could, and even I had to admite he looked adorable with it. Though that was probably because his violet eyes and silver hair reminded me of his sister.

"If you are accusing me of something, you're gonna have to be a little more specific, uncle."

Her cheeks were a bright pink, more blushed than usual, and I could not containing myself from cupping her face in my rough hands and placing one of her silver locks behind her ear, allowing my thumb to caress the smooth skin of her cheek, navigating until her chin and tracing her bottom lip, scratching there where my nail touched.

"What do you want, uncle?"

Her voice was a solid whisper, and I could sense her short fingernails still digging in the palm of her hands as I leaned closer, forcing her to lean her back on the wall and completely glueing my body to hers. Her lips gasped for air when I rolled my hips against hers and she was able to feel my hardness against her lower stomach, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when my hand settled itself around her neck, squeezing it until she hissed and stared back at me.