The Serpent's Fangs (Aemond x oc)

Chapter 22

Visenya had barely made it out of the secret passages before the ground shook with a violent rumble of a dragon. She stumbled forward, hand gripping onto the nearly unconscious Prince who was being supported with her weight. Stone pebbles danced off of the walls, a rat squealing with fright as it scurried into one of its holes.

"What a loyal beast." She mumbled, hearing the faint laughter from Aemond's lips. The princess knew Vhagar's roars well, its sounds haunting her every time she closed her eyes and even now, with so much time passed there was still a linger of fear that settled in her heart.

Grunting, the princess held Aemond up more against her shoulders but the Prince made no effort to aide her in her escape. Not that he could, even if he had tried. The best he could do in his poisoned state were to weakly move his legs along her steps as they descended the long, twirling staircase.

The sounds of heavy, metallic footsteps made her halt. Quickly hiding behind the wall when a line of knights rushed past the hallway below.

"Quick, get the garden knights to Vhagar, we must not have her agitated in the city while the rest of you attend to his Highness the Prince!" One of them ordered before the sounds of them racing down the halls faded away.

Visenya craned her head around the corner, the castle had surged into a state of chaos by the Dragon's call, rushing up the stairs in order to check on the Prince's wellbeing while the rest feared for their lives, racing out of the castle in order to attempt to distract the ginormous dragon from landing within the city's gate in order to protect its rider.

Shifting her weight while still holding Aemond's arm steady around her shoulder Visenya continued to descend down the narrowed hallway, doing her best to avoid any prying eyes that may catch them from the main hall.

Before she had left, the Princess had grabbed two robes from his chambers, covering the bright silver hair while blending the both of them with the shadows of the night. The hallway towards the maid's corridors were now mostly empty, with all the servants being alerted by the guards and Visenya estimated that she had at the very least five minutes before they were to announce the Prince's disappearance.

Instead of taking the right towards the servant's quarters the Princess turned, forcing her injured leg to bear the weight of the captive twice her size as she headed straight towards the door she knew would lead out to the back of the palace.

She was near, the pain in her leg growing worse and worse as the castle's opening came to view. The Prince mumbled, swaying onto her causing the Princess to lose her footing as the wounded leg buckled underneath her. Visenya cursed as her sides clashed against a carriage filled with barrels for the King, hips throbbing when she moved to steady herself.

Just as she had managed to straightened up once more the door above them slammed opened, multiple footsteps hurrying down and amongst the chaos she could hear the slight clashing of metal. The knights were now aware of the Prince's disappearance.

With a glance towards the exit Visenya moved by instinct, roughly throwing the Prince off of her and against the wall behind him. Without her support, his limbs gave out entirely as his back hit the stoned wall. Aemond grunted in slight pain as his hood fell, revealing his silver hair that shimmered against the moonlight like a beacon for moths. Hands twitching in an attempt to support his own body though he could do naught but crouch in place.

The knights rounded the corner, three of them coming into view as they headed towards the exit in order to guard. They all halted, eyes widening at the sight before them.

In the dark, tunneled corridor stood the Prince, shoulders leaning on the stoned walls in pain.

"My Prince!" One of them called out, hurrying over as the two followed suit. They had sheathed their swords, the first knight reaching the Prince placed his hand on the Targaryen royalty in concern