The Serpent's Fangs (Aemond x oc)

Chapter 8

Visenya walked out of the bath and into her chambers. The stones were cold under her bare feet, the soft breeze that blows in from the window making her shiver ever so slightly under her robes.

The only source of light came from the flickering flame of her candle as she walked past the dresser towards her bed.

On the mattress laid a suitcase in which she had packed on her own without the servant's watchful eyes. Placing the candle on the bedside table she reached forward and flicked it opened.

Inside were two pairs of dark robes and two peasants outfits. One of a boy and one of a girl.

Pulling out the pants she made quick work of discarding her robes, letting it fall off of her shoulders and slipping on her undergarments before pulling up the pair of commoner's pants, buttoning a brown shirt over her breasts.

Contrast to her usual clothing these were much lighter and easier to move in. Though the fabric would easily tear it provided much room to breathe in.

Visenya turned back towards the case, rummaging for a hat before finding one and quickly gathering the thick lock of brown hair into the small piece of clothing. Once done, she reached her hand under all the clothes, finding the hidden zipper that laid underneath.

As she unzipped it, her fingers curled around some of the now emptied vials, taking two of them out she made quick work of stuffing them in between her cleavage before neatly putting the suitcase back near the dresser as to not make it suspicious.

Blowing out the candle nearby Visenya blinked her eyes in the darkness before they properly adjusted just enough so that she could see where she was going without causing a loud ruckus.

Silently, she trailed her hand on the painted walls, touch as light as a feather before she felt the slight bump amongst the smoothness. With a smile, Visenya pushed against the wall with all her might and her heart raced as it moved back, revealing a secret passage she once frequented as a child.

Without a glance back she slipped through the crack, disappearing into the night.

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King's Landing was much, much bigger than Dragonstone. It was one of the things she had missed about her birthplace. Princess Rhaenyra had always loved the peace, the freedom that came with living on Dragonstone that had allowed her to do as she wished though for Visenya, she lived for the busy city of Kings Landing and its people.

She pulled her hood up tighter on her head, weaving through the swarm of people who crowded the road at the hour of the owl. She had gotten past the guards with concerned ease, having snuck past the back gates that were frequently used by the maidservants and in no time the Princess was long blended in with the common folks.

Music and laughter filled the night, some of the men having grouped together in a drunken attempt to sing at the top of their lungs while women slipped into hidden dens and theaters for their nightly entertainment.

'Watch it, boy!' A man called out roughly as she bumped into him, Visenya bowed, keeping her head low before turning and continuing her journey down the road.

She looked around, eyes wide with fascination as the adrenaline pumped in her veins. No one knew who she was here, her station, the haunting shadow of her birth, none of it mattered.

'Jewels from the North!' A old woman shouted, catching Visenya's attention as she stopped to see the old lady seated on the floor with a golden cloth laid out in front of her, different types of jewelry on display.

A sapphire necklace caught her eyes, the gem sparkling with the dim light of the moon but before she could make her mind to take a closer look another woman had crouched down in front of the old lady, already conversing with the seller.