The Serpent's Fangs (Aemond x oc)

Chapter 20

It has been five days since the princess had started to poison the Prince.

The sun shone softly through the thin curtains of her room, providing a subtle warmth upon her skin as she lifted her skirts up to expose the unwrapped wound on her thigh. The cloth had bothered her during the night, forcing the princess to rip it apart and leave her wound exposed to the air. It had healed miraculously fast during her short stay in Kings Landing and going by the sight of Lady Mysaria's fascinated gaze on her leg the princess wasn't the only one who had that thought.

Visenya lightly trailed her thumb across the now patched up skin where a stick had gone through days before. The pain was still present and so was her limp, but with a hole that large-

"Your leg should have been gone." Lady Mysaria continued, finishing her thoughts and the Princess lifted the ointment on her bed, lightly applying it to her thigh.

"Better crippled, then." The princess jest, making sure the ointment had throughly dissolved into her skin before grabbing the thin layer of cloth to wrap around her wound.

"Do all your wounds heal that fast?"

"I do not usually get impaled, though the minor wounds do take two or three days to disappear."

Lady Mysaria did not smile at her joke. Instead, the Lady got up from the chair across from her to take a seat next to the Princess on the bed, making the wood creak slightly underneath. Visenya said nothing as the white worm carefully lifted up her burnt arm, pulling up her puffed sleeves with gentle hands.

"The ointment is supposed to be applied before you are dressed, Princess." The older woman spoke and the Princess took a glance out the window. At this time, the sun was barely over the horizon.

"I have already applied ointment on it yesterday night."

"It is supposed to be applied daily."

She blinked. "How tedious."

The white worm was silent as she tended to the Princess's wounds and unknowingly to the princess, the tension in her shoulders softened, her features that were often sharp relaxing upon her touch.

Lady Mysaria couldn't help but smile. "Your letter had arrived safely at Dragon stone three days ago, my lady, received personally by her highness Rhaenyra herself."

She did not mention how the Lady had subtly avoided calling her mother Queen. "Did she not write anything it return?"

"I am afraid that would have been too much of a risk for your own safety, princess."

Visenya did not answer to that. The princess in front of her was young in her years though her wits and intelligence could match those of the high court themselves. Lady Mysaria glanced down at the burnt wound on her arm. Some of it had dried while others were still red, the skin still heated under her fingertips like a dragon's breath. She took another glance at the Princess's still relaxed face and chose her words.

"The court has been in an uproar for the past five days." The white worm tried, purposely focusing on the Princess's wound as she started to wrap it with the thin cloth. "There has been rumors, saying that the One Eyed Prince had finally gone mad. Fallen victim to the curse of a kinslayer."

To this, Visenya's lips grew into a smile and Lady Mysaria felt her own shoulders relaxed slightly. The princess was in a good mood.

"I have heard." The princess agreed, turning to watch as the other woman wrapped her arm. "The Prince could not even walk in a straight line nor swing his sword. Just the other day it was said that he had left the training grounds with haste, almost thrusting his sword into one of the soldiers in anger. If it weren't for Ser Criston the Prince would have had murdered his own men right then and there."