MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING – non-consensual sex

After interacting with Aemond, I make my way back to my chambers, exhausted from the evening events, but they are far from over. As I walk, it sounds like a second pair of footsteps are following me close behind. I turn to look behind me, but there is nothing there except the dark halls of the Red Keep. Strange.

I keep walking, now a little paranoid. If I was being followed, I am unarmed and very alone. I pick up my pace, almost to a jog and keep moving as fast as I can; I turn to look behind me to see if anyone is following, but nobody is there. When I turn back around, I run straight into somebody and almost fall to the ground.

The mystery person catches me mid-fall and helps me to my feet. I look up underneath the hoodie to see someone I never expected. "Daemon?"

He pulls me into the secluded hallway he just came from. Why is he here? "Daemon, why are you here?"

"Your mother was worried," he said, removing his hood.

"I've been gone less than a day," I snap back.

I am flattered by Daemon's kindness and my mother's worry, but I do not need to be babysat while I am here. After seventeen name days, you'd think they both would trust me.

"We both had to make sure you were all right as we had not received a raven," Daemon snaps back at me.

I roll my eyes; one day without sending a raven, my family is already going to fall apart, "I will write and send one in the morning."

Daemon hums in approval. He pulls me in for a loose hug and then lets go, holding onto my shoulders, "at the first sign of danger, you jump on Silverwing and come straight home."

I nod, and he bids me farewell, putting on his hood again and disappearing into the dark hallways of the Red Keep. I sigh and make my way back to my chambers; I close the doors behind me and lay my head back on them. What a night.

Aemond's behaviour has left me whirling, and my heart still pounds in my chest. He has become something entirely new, a new man, a new personality, the sight of him sent chills down my spine. Though I can't help but fawn over his unique appearance, the eye patch suits him, and how his new outfit clung so perfectly to his body, I had never seen such a man on Dragonstone. His scent, the way he held a sword, and the way he spoke, it almost made me knees weak. But who am I kidding? He hates my entire being.

Suddenly, something moves from the couch across from my bed. My senses are heightened immediately, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up—more danger. I stand tall, slowly approaching my couch. Now I really wish I had my dagger on hand.

As I get closer, the figure moves to a sitting position, and I can just see the outline of its silhouette. "Visenya?" The voice calls.

I freeze immediately. "What are you doing in my chambers?" Aegon asks, his words slurring.

"Uh, this is my chambers Aegon," I respond, lowering my guard slightly.

I watch him stand and take a step towards me. "Have you come to take me up on my offer, princess?" He stumbles towards me, and I step back.

We keep repeating this weird dance until my legs hit my unmade bed, and I fall backwards, cornered. I try to flip over and move, but Aegon takes both my wrists and pins them above my head before I can. I start thrashing against his grip, but he is stronger than when we last met, and I cannot break free. "Sssshhh Visenya-" one of his hands strokes my cheeks "-I know this is what you've dreamed of."

Tears well in my eyes. I try my best to break free, but to no avail; he's got me trapped. "Aegon, please, stop this," I beg him, the hot tears flowing down my face and onto my bed sheets.

He doesn't hear me though; instead, he uses his free hand to pull my skirt up and cover my face with it. I cannot see anymore; my dress blinds me. Aegon grips my face tightly and gags me with the material of my clothing. The fabric in my mouth now muffles hard and violent sobs.

I can feel the cold air against my lower regions that are now exposed. "Please, Aegon, stop," the fabric muffles my cries, and he cannot hear me.

I scream in pain as he forcefully enters me, stealing my virtue.

I silently cry and whine in pain as Aegon has his way with me; small tricks of warm blood make their way onto my bedsheets, and I cry. I cry because of the pain he is putting me through. I cry because my maidenhood has been forcefully taken from me. I cry and cry, and cry, and cry until he has decided he's had enough of me. What will the queen think of this? Any servant who might have been passing by? Will my mother disown me? Will I be called a whore in the streets? I only had to wait three more days until my marriage to Aemond was consummated, three more days, and it would have all been okay. What will he think of me now?

Eventually, it all stops. I do not move from my spot on the bed until I hear the doors close. After a few minutes, I push my dress back down and stand on shaky legs. My tears have crusted on my face, and everything burns. I slowly and carefully remove my clothing, swapping it out for my nightgown. Once dressed, I pull on a small blanket and curl up on my couch, waiting for sleep to come, and when it does, it's plagued with nightmares.

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After all these years of her being gone, I would have hoped she had been ugly or had died some tragic death somehow, that way, I'd be free to do as I please or marry another. But no, Visenya had become even more beautiful than the last time I had seen her when she had taken out my eye.

Seeing her standing above the training yard, long white hair blowing in the wind, I couldn't help but admire her. And at dinner, the way she entered had taken my breath away. She had commanded the room with her presence, the pure blood of the dragon coursing through her veins—a beautiful woman.

When Visenya had removed my eye and placed a permanent scar on my face, I loathed her, I promised myself I'd have my revenge on her and kill her on our official wedding night. That was all out the window now. My mind changed when I saw the sapphire betrothal necklace lying perfectly across her exposed collarbones.

She had sat so close to me at dinner, the heat from her body warming mine. When the wind blew through the dining hall, and I caught a whiff of her scent–the sea, flowers and fire all combined into one, I almost could have taken her then and there. She had changed.

Gone were her timid and light-hearted behaviour, replaced by a fire and a new air of confidence–I was driven to madness. Then, when I saw her standing under the weirwood tree, she looked like a goddess of Old Valyria. Her eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, filled with that sweet innocent look when she looked up at me, I could have kissed her. The way her lips quivered at my presence and her body shook in the cold, I was bewitched.

And I threatened her like the fool of a boy I was. The hatred that had been conditioned into me from when I was a boy for her family had come bubbling to the surface. I still had not let go and wouldn't drop appearances that quickly–I had a new image to maintain.

When people looked upon me, they feared the man I was. People coward at the sight of me walking anywhere, that power felt good, the power and control I never had as a boy. I would not let that go just for her. Visenya did not look at me in fear, although she feared my actions, she did not genuinely fear me, and I was determined to make her fear me.

A knock outside my chambers pulls me from my thoughts as I stare into the fireplace. The hour is late and I wonder who is knocking, "enter."

I turn to see Helaena standing at my door. I stand instantly, worried for my sister. This often happens when she has a nightmare. "Helaena, what's wrong, sister?" I ask, leading her to sit in front of the fire.

She doesn't say a word yet, and I ask again. "A thief has stolen the blue," she mumbles, staring into the fire.

"A what? What thief? What blue?" I question her.

She turns sharply to look at me, "a thief has stolen the blue."

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I think my posting schedule will be one a day or one every two days, depending on my life.