The Serpent's Fangs (Aemond x oc)

Chapter 17

The white worm was noting like she expected them to be. The person seated before her was beautiful, a woman wrapped in silk, her head tide up neatly into a bun adorned by lines of jewels.

Visenya's gamble had paid off. The dancer's face, as pale as a ghost once they recognized the princess had quickly pulled her into a room behind the bar, looking out with haste in concern for any nobles who may have caught sight of her.

To their luck, a limping, bloodied adventurer was the last of their concerns.

Now, the princess sat on a creaking bed in the second floor, over looking the red light district and its activities. Visenya flinched when the maester reinserted a needle into her skin, patching up the wound on her leg.

"How did you survive?" The white worm-Lady Mysaria (as the dancer had called earlier) spoke from where she sat on the chair before her. She was watching the Princess with eyes full of suspicion though no matter how you looked at it, the bloodied woman before her was no doubt Visenya Targaryen.

There was a pause before the princess answered, keeping her eyes on the Maesters steady hands as she did so.

"I have always been quite lucky."

Lady Mysaria stared on in disbelief. "Luck doesn't quite save you from a dragon's jaw. How could you be here when Vhagar had torn Arrax into pieces-" the word died in her throat at the look on the Princess's face.

Visenya's body was still as she was, shoulders still slacked though the warning look in her eyes was a promise of the removal of her tongue if Lady Mysaria were to kept going with her words.

The white worm's chest squeezed as anxiety swirled in her belly. She had seen the look before, on her late husband's face. It seems that in the short amount of time the woman had forgotten who she had accepted into her home.

Despite the dark lock of hair and the deep depth of brown eyes the princess before her was still a Targaryen, and she'd do well to remember that. This was not like dealing with Otto Hightower, one wrong move here and she wouldn't be harmed in the mid of the night. The princess would slit her throat right where they stood and chase down those who have been unfortunate enough to witness her wrath.

Visenya smiled, her face relaxing into one of warmth in a blink. "I had thought you were a myth." the Princess spoke, the gentle tone never betraying the pain she felt. "Who would have thought it was a woman that had stirred the court to war."

Lady Mysaria lifted her chin slightly. "I could say the same to you, Princess."

"I had done naught but follow my mother's orders ever since the puny king was crowned." The Maester stiffened slightly at the princess's bold word of treason.

"Yet I doubt the reason for your visit to be anything but peaceful."

The princess ignored her words, smiling kindly towards the Maesters who bowed deeply in return before placing his equipments back into his bag with swiftness, eager to leave the tensed room.

Lady Mysaria silently waited as the princess inspected the wound on her leg that was now sewed closed. She lifted a finger, lightly tracing over the line and the white worm couldn't help but glance towards the wrapped arm that reached up to her shoulder.

It had to be dragon fire. No other fire would cause such a horrifying burn, especially when the Princess was reportedly fallen into the ocean. Any burn before hand would've swollen to the point of no return for the few days she had been lost in gods knows where.

This was a newly burnt wound.

Lady Mysaria suppressed a shiver that threatened to run down her spine. No rogue dragon would cause harm to another, lower species without delivering the killing blow. In the span of four days Princess Visenya who was presumed dead had acquired another dragon.

"How is the new King, Lady Mysaria?"

The princess's words interrupted her thoughts and she quickened her eyes back up onto the royal's face. She had to be careful with her words. Even though Visenya was opposed to the new king, there were no telling what she would do with such information.

As things still stand, it would be more beneficial for her to keep her loyalty towards King Aegon. They had Vhagar, they had the Red Keep and they had more power.

"I apologize, Princess. Though it seems it is much too early for me to have formed an opinion on our King." In other words, King Aegon haven't lifted a finger ever since he sat his big round rear on the Iron Throne.

It was a risk, Lady Mysaria knew that. But there was something about the sight of a bloodied bruised Princess who had managed to snuck her way into Kings Landing that made her heart beat faster in anticipation.

Princess Visenya smiled. "How frustrating it must be, to see a grown child be handed power that was never his."

The white worm was silent, waiting on the Princess's every word.

"Aegon seemed to have been the only one stuck in our youthful years." Visenya continued, turning her gaze fully on the woman before her. "Warming his sheets every night with a different whore, treating our classes like a joke and even when I had moved to Dragonstone the stories of his mischief still carried through."

Mysaria didn't move, merely sat stiffly in her seat as she tried to imagine why the Princess would be telling her such things.

"The ones I find most disheartening however, are the rumors of his visits to the underground fighting rings." Visenya shifted in her seat, crossing her wounded leg over the other to get comfortable. "To be aroused by the sight of danger is common amongst my family, though by the sight of children fighting to their death? It was below even my uncle."

Lady Mysaria's expression changed and Visenya smiled.

"I have heard some of those children bearing pure, white hair."

"What is it that you want?" The woman cut in, no longer wishing to listen to the Princess any longer. The children who she had tried to save, the ones who died in her arms or cried to her while pleading for food and water when they were scarce. Visenya had succeeded in getting what she wanted, a weakness.

"You know better than I what it is that I desire."

"No." Lady Mysaria shook her head, standing up from where she sat. "I know that you have the same blood as those lunatics do running through your veins. You could be just as bad as all of them if not-worse. The color of your hair merely deters others from the fact that you were too, raised amongst beasts." She had forgotten her manners, the way to act in front of a royal though with the way the princess was staring up at her from below her lashes, the sly hint of a smile on her face Mysaria couldn't help her anger rising to the taunt.

"The very beasts who are known to slay one another." The princess spoke, halting Mysaria from taking a step towards the door. "There is a reason I came to Kings Landing instead of flying back to my home."

Flying. Lady Mysaria looked back down at the royal who had just admitted to taming her second dragon.

Visenya, knowing that she now had the Lady's full attention spoke, rising from the bed where she sat and ignoring the sting on her leg. "You have a history of infiltrating the palace, don't you?"

The lady stared at her, eyes widening. "You are mad-"

"Send one of your men to Dragonstone with a letter of my writing, put my family at ease and gather me a dress from the servant's quaters." Visenya interrupted, already moving to unbutton the torn attire. "Oh, and I hope you don't mind I use your showers."

"You are a wanted criminal." Lady Mysaria hissed, reaching out to stop the Princess's hands from undressing herself though with the contact, Visenya's eyes glanced upwards and the lady immediately withdrew her hold. "Queen Alicent will have your head the moment you are found."

The princess merely hummed, looking down as she continued to unbuttoned her blouse.

"For her sake, may the sevens guide her in finding me before one of my knives find their way into her son's remaining eye."