There were two babes in the Tower of Joy.
Two babes tied so closely to their parents, Ned had to make the decision.
One with hair like raven feathers, eyes as grey as steel, and a face of a true Stark. The other, with hair like moonlight, eyes lik...
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Vis' eyes found Aegon's through the mirror as she glanced to him, a wide smile upon his lips as he was perched on the edge of the bed, gazing at her. His chest was bare, his muscles left free in the candle light as a mischievous look took over Visenya, bringing a dazzling grin to her lips. He was beautiful, a man of pure muscle and skill that took her breath away as he shot her a look.
Aegon rose from his place, stalking over as he stood behind her, brushing away the strands of pale white; the flesh bared to him as his fingers ran the length of skin. Goosebumps rose where his touch trailed, Visenya's breath hitching as the tingles shivered her spine, her eyes closing. She didn't know what he was doing, but whatever it was, she didn't want him to stop. "How did the meeting go?" He questioned, sinking down to a squat, his hand never leaving her.
"Fine." Visenya muttered back. "The Reach is prosperous despite the weather due to the elephants Harry had brought with him, the food supply in the capital should rise to the levels it was before, and Cersei's trial will begin soon." The hand hesitated, her eyes flickered open before it continued.
"Are you sure that's wise? With the wedding, you don't want those still loyal to her to risk anything at a public event." Aegon muttered, concern taking hold of the midnight blue as he pulled back his hand, choosing to rest it upon her hip.
"There'll be men there, Egg. So many people will be surrounding us, I don't believe anything could happen. It would be foolish." Vis tried to soothe, turning her face to his as she rested her nose to his cheek. "Besides, I'll have a King there to protect me." It brought a smile to his lips again, her hand reaching out to touch at the other cheek, before pressing a kiss to the skin. "We should get ready."
He huffed. "You don't want to forgo it? We could stay here..." The open tone of his voice left possibilities, ones they both agreed could wait.
"We can't forgo. This is our betrothal, an important event." Egg grumbled but took her by the waist, hauling her from the seat and sitting her on the bed; trapping her down with his heavy body. "Egg!"
"You can't argue, if you can't get up." He tried to reason but Visenya shook her head, clutching at his shoulders. It would be a dangerous tactic, but one she was willing to use as slowly she rose her leg, refusing to put up a fight as it hooked around his waist. Aegon stilled, a brow raising but she only continued, reaching forward to grasp his face, making their lips meet.
