The Serpent's Fangs (Aemond x oc)

Chapter 21

Lady Mysaria's words continued to plague her mind as the Princess entered the side door within the gate of the Red Keep.

She had managed to drug the green's greatest soldier, rendering him useless and though it has only been a few days she was sure her parents have taken full advantage of his and his dragon's absence.

And yet there she was, limping within the castle walls, her dragon hidden deep in the forest with nothing to her name. Visenya gave a bow as the servants walked passed her, ignoring her presence though she was too deep in her thoughts to have noticed.

If she were to even have a silver of her brothers's power, that would mean she'd have to rid them off of Westeros. And that, Visenya wasn't sure she could do.

The princess shoved the thought away from her mind as she walked up the steps towards the palace, She was entering into enemy territory, this was no time to debate whether or not power was worth her family's lives.

She turned the corner down towards the kitchens to prepare a feast for the royals. Over the few days she had actually taken a liking to cooking, there was a certain beauty in using sharp, pointy, knives to create rather than to kill. A simple bowl of cabbage soup and rice was her favorite.

Visenya gulped, already imagining the slightly bland yet calming taste. She wondered what her mother's face would look like if she were to ever request such a meal to Dragon Stone's kitchens.

Once near, the princess relaxed her leg, letting it limp as it pleases without keeping up appearances. In her current situation, a visible weakness worked to her advantage.

The kitchens were as lively as a fisher's market, filled with chatter and the sound of metal hitting one another as the cooks went about their day. Her steps slowed as she strained to listen, eyes focused on the opened door towards the kitchen.

"Why are you yelling this early in the mornings?" One of the maids spoke though her voice was muffled slightly by the distance. What came afterwards however, rang out as clear as Westeros's sky on a hot summer day.

"The Prince has ordered every maid in the palace to be present in the throne room!" An urgent voice shouted from inside the kitchen "Ser Criston has already started gathering the maids from the courtyard, we must make haste."

The princess's heart dropped.

Turning from where she stood, Visenya ignored the pain in her leg as she hurriedly went back down the hallway she had come from. She kept her head low, praying that those around couldn't hear the rhythm of her heart beating against her chest. The Prince knew, he had found some sort of evidence, some sort of confidence in order to make such an accusation and it only took him five, short days.

But how could he? Visenya thought, dropping her head when she felt her surroundings start to overwhelm her once more. How could he have had the mind to even think of the possibilities? Without a stimulus, it should have been impossible.

She gasped, throat tightening when the people around her started to move faster than she could comprehend. Time slowed in her mind, the ability to take a breath being dragged from her and Visenya brought her hands up to her ears when the sound of her heart became too loud for her to function.

Deep, deep into the conscious of her mind a low rumble of a beast had started at the signs of her distress. Visenya placed a hand on the wall, forcing herself to take a deep breath. She could hear a voice emerging from the kitchens, the chatter of the other maids as they began to make their way out and she knew she needed to act fast.

The low rumble started once more and the princess felt her chest started to untangle. She focused, blocking out the surroundings as she listened for it once more. It was neither the sound of a stranger nor a close familiar, but to her, it was the only source of stability in that moment.