MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING – non-consensual sex

The following day I awoke to the sun beaming in through my curtains, hitting me directly on my face. I groan in pain, rubbing my sore eyes; my entire body aches–I can barely move. Last night felt like a dream. All the things that had happened came rushing back to me; I had hardly slept at all. My mind goes back to Aemond, and how he had kissed my forehead, it was so gentle, the opposite of who he had become.

I carefully walk towards my balcony, my feet lightly tapping against the cold floor. I pull back the curtains, wincing at the harsh sunlight. The air is slightly chilly this morning, but the sun will soon warm the day. Another perfect day in Kings Landing. But not for me. I knew that dinner tonight was going to be awkward.

A knock echos my chambers, fuck. I quickly ran to my bed and threw the blankets covering the tiny blood stain on my bed. Nobody must know. "Enter," I say, standing straight and fixing my hair.

I expected a servant to enter the room, but it was Aemond. "Visenya I–" he cuts his sentence off once he sees I am only wearing my nightgown. He quickly fumbles with the door and turns away–I also turn away, flustered by his presence.

"I am so sorry princess," he mumbles, hands pressed tightly behind his back.

"Uh-no, it's okay, I must have woken up late," I reply, quickly finding my robe draped across my chair and putting it on. "You can turn back around now."

Aemond turns back around to face me, eye slowly looking me up and down. I quickly avert my eyes and pull the robe closer to my body; I feel so exposed under his harsh gaze. I can't believe he has this effect on me.

He clears his throat, quickly making eye contact with me. "Uh, the Queen had requested you join us all for breakfast," he said, casting his eyes all over my body.

"May I ask why?" I say, going over to my table and picking up my betrothal necklace.

"We are to be one family soon–" he takes a step closer as I struggle with the necklace, "–did you want some help?"

"Uh, please, if you don't mind," I said, pulling my hair out of the way.

He takes a couple of strides towards me, finally standing behind me. He takes the necklace from my hands and places the cold jewellery gently across my collarbones. His warm fingers send shivers down my cold skin. Once it's clasped, he puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around to face him.

I look up at him, his hands still holding my shoulders. His eye cast down to the necklace and then slowly back up to my eyes, pausing slightly on my lips–I feel so small compared to him now.

Suddenly, his hands leave my shoulders and tightly grab my arm, pulling my sleeves down. "What happened?" He asks sharply.

I look at my wrists, which now have slight bruising around them. Fuck. I pull my arms away sharply and step back, "I fell."

"Hmm," he hums, walking passed me and out the door.

I look down at my wrists again; the bruising is slightly purple and yellow around the edges—stupid Aegon. Tears sting in my eyes, and I furiously wipe them away–I will not be crying again. Even though the day will be hot, I must wear long sleeves to hide them.

I quickly dress in a simple blue dress I own; it's one of the only ones with long sleeves. Once dressed, I promptly stripe my bed sheets and hide them under the bed, and I can't have anyone finding these until Aemond's sixteenth name day.

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I don't know why my mother had requested I bring Visenya to the morning meal. She said it was to create stronger ties within our family and marriage. I would disagree. I didn't want to have to sit next to Visenya at dinner, and now we were to sit together in the mornings as well, disgusting.

I wouldn't be able to resist her. I have no strength to keep my hands off her. Everything about her invites me in. The way she laughs, the way she smiles, her body and even her scent. It all invites me in to take her and hold her tightly in my arms.

I arrive at her chambers and knock on the door. I hear some chaos behind the door, but soon she calls me in. "Visenya, I–" my sentence falls short as I open the door; she is only wearing her nightgown.

I quickly turn around–fuck. Her nightgown was thin; I could see the outline of her bare body from the sun coming into the room. I didn't realise how much she had changed. If I walked back in there, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from kissing her and consummating our marriage early.

"I am so sorry, princess," I mumbled, pressing my hands tightly behind my back. This is so awkward.

"Uh-no, it's okay, I must have woken up late," I hear her say, "you can turn back around now."

I turn back around to face her. My one good I looks her up and down, taking in how even in the morning, she still looks otherworldly. The robe she now wears prevents me from looking at her entirely though, cruse that stupid robe.

I clear my throat quickly, pulling myself from wandering thoughts. "Uh the Queen has requested you join us all for breakfast," I said, still looking at Visenya up and down.

"May I ask why?" She asks, picking up the betrothal necklace I'd given her. I'm surprised she still wears it.

"We are to be one family soon–" I say, taking a step towards her. The poor girl struggles to put the necklace on, "–did you want some help?"

"Uh, please, if you don't mind," she said, pulling her hair out of the way.

I take a few steps towards her, standing behind her. I take the necklace from her hands, noticing the minor bruising around her wrists. Did someone hurt her? I place the necklace around her neck and clasp it at the back–my warm fingers brushing against her freezing skin.

I lightly place my hands on her cold shoulders, trying to offer her some comfort. Those bruises weren't there when I saw her last night. What had happened between when I saw her last and this morning?

Who had hurt her? Who had laid their disgusting hands on my wife? I turn Visenya around to face me, staring at her face, trying to make sense of everything. The morning sun lightly kisses her cheek, making her skin glow; she is beautiful. Her eyes are soft but red like she had been crying all night; I can see the crushed tears on her face, her hair a mess.

Visenya was a new person, but she was still fragile; in my mind, she needed protection. I may despise her, or at least try to, but whatever had happened last night, she didn't deserve it.

I look down at the necklace, a reminder of the promises we made as children. I then look at her lips, they are quivering, and I don't think she even knows. I grab her wrists, pulling down her sleeves which shocks Visenya, making her jump.

"What happened?" I ask sharply, staring deep into her terrified blue eyes.

She rips her arms away from my grasp, taking a massive step back. She looks terrified of me, her legs are trembling, and her eyes glass over, "I fell."

Liar. I can tell she's lying, and I am determined to find out. "Hmm," I hum, storming my way out of the room.

Somebody has hurt Visenya. They have made her cry, and I cannot stand for that. She is mine to toy with–to play with. Helaena's words from last night play over in my head; stolen the blue. Could that have meant Visenya? Or is that something else entirely?

From the look on her face, the crusted tears, the shaking hands, and the bruises, I could tell, was she raped? No, impossible. There would have been a guard outside her room, and nobody could have gotten inside without a fight. I would have heard it too; my chambers are only a few doors down from hers.

Whatever it was, my anger was now directed at them. If someone stole Visenya's virtue, I would make whoever took it pay. She was mine to have. Fuck, who am I kidding? She doesn't mean a thing to me. She can't. I won't let her. The woman took my eye; I should be the one bringing her to tears.

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Before breakfast, I request a maester bring me some Moon Tea; I'm not risking growing Aegon's babe inside of me, not when I'm meant to be his brothers'. The morning meal is silent. I play with the food on my plate, trying to avoid looking at either of the brothers.

I can feel Aemond staring at me and hear Aegon's drunken laughter at every joke. My blood is boiling, and my hands are sweating, nobody knows it, but everything has changed. What will I do in three days when it comes time to finally seal my marriage to Aemond?

A servant girl tapping on my shoulder brings me from my thoughts. She has my tea. I take it and thank her, dismissing her–I can now feel Aemond's eyes burning holes into me. I start chugging down the tea, desperate for it to work; it has to or otherwise...I don't even want to think about that.

Once I am done, my eyes fall on Aegon, who is staring intensely at me. I quickly avert my eyes, and unfortunately, they land on Aemond. "What was that?" He asks, leaning in and placing a hand delicately on my thigh.

I have to think quickly. "Milk of the poppy tea," I reply, smiling, "I woke up in pain this morning."

He looks like he doesn't believe me–I've never been a perfect liar. "I fell last night, remember?" I ask him, removing his hand from my leg.

I knew his gesture was only to keep appearances, but truthfully, it gave me flashbacks. Aegon had done the same thing last night, and I couldn't help it, but my mind wandered back to him when Aemond touched me. I was scared.

I abruptly stand, causing everyone to look at me, concerned. "Excuse me, but I have a raven to send," I hurry to get out of the room, almost sprinting back to my chambers.

Once in the safety of my room, I sit down at my desk and begin writing my letter back to Dragonstone, as promised. I have been writing for a long time, leaving out many details not to worry my family. I try to block the images of last night from my mind, but I can't. They are all too real.

As I seal the letter to my family, someone bursts in the door, and I almost scream. In the doorway stands Aegon; already, my body begins shaking. What does he want?

He dismisses the guards from outside, and I watch them leave; they are leaving me alone with him. Aegon slams the door close, stalking his way over to me. I quickly stand to try and defend myself from him if need be.

Before I can even react, his hand wraps tightly around my throat, cutting off my air. I claw at his hands, trying to loosen his grip, but to no avail–again. "Why did that wench bring you Moon tea at breakfast? Do you not wish to carry my child instead of my brothers?" As Aegon speaks, his grip gets tighter, and I begin to see stars.

"Should I put another babe in your womb? Wouldn't you prefer that, whore?" He spits at me.

"Aegon, please," I wheeze, "not again."

He scoffs at me but lets me go. I gasp for air only for him to strike my face—the skin-on-skin contact echos my chamber, and tears spring to my eyes. I look up at him, letting a tear roll down my face. He grabs the back of my head tightly, taking a fist full of my hair–my head jerks back sharply, and I cry in pain.

"I will ruin you for my brother before he even gets a chance to touch you." Aegon forces me to stare at him as hot tears stream down my face. "I am going to treat you like the whore you are–" I feel his free hand makes its way under my dress, shoving my undergarments to the side– "You belong to a king now."

I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, trying to imagine my life back on Dragonstone, where I was happy. I try to block out the way Aegon defiles my body and the words he is whispering in my ear as he does so. I try to ignore how much it hurts when he bends me over my table and has his way with me.

I try and try and try. It burns so badly. I finally opened my eyes to see the letter I had written back home. Daemon's words echo inside my mind, "at the first sign of danger, you jump on Silverwing and come straight home." I could run, but I have a duty to fulfil, a promise to keep–a promise to my mother, a commitment to Aemond.

I don't think I could keep my promise to Aemond anymore. He will hate me for what I've allowed to happen.  

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Bit of a long one today, a lot to take in. I'm also very sorry for all the angst.

I also just wanted to add that I see everyone who votes, comments or adds this to their reading list, it means the world to me <3