(All words spoken in High Valyrian)
–Start of Visenya POV–
I grumbled when Aegon didn't reply to me calling his name back. Leaving my words hanging made it feel like I was the one in need when he was the one who had just barged in. I also couldn't see him clearly through the veil of steam, so I needed to rely simply on our voices.
Squinting, I managed to get his eyes first before the blur of his silhouette. My fingers curled under the water as I took a deep breath, wondering what he was doing here.
"Why are you in my chamber?"
Aegon took a while to respond.
"You're the one who's been looking for me today. Laena told me you asked after me once. Why act as though you didn't?"
Sigh.
'This bastard.'
I thought with incredulity about how petty-minded my brother was. I didn't even answer him. What did it matter now? The day was nearly gone; he should grasp that whatever I had in mind then must've slipped away by now.
Perhaps he did, and this was just a means to get under my skin like he does all the time. What a fox, acting like he's truly interested in whatever I had to say to him. No doubt he knew I bathe at this time and saw this as the best opportunity to have us in the very position we are in now.
"Or is it that you're craving me, sister?"
'So predictable!'
No words left my mouth as I reached for a linen cloth from the bath's edge and dragged it across my face. The mist was cleared from my eyes, giving me a clearer vision of the brat in my chamber. Gods, he didn't deserve the striking features he carried. In my opinion, they were all wasted on that smug mouth.
As I glared at his lips, they eventually moved, the bottom one stretching to his cheek. The fool was about to speak again.
"Is it the water making you steam… or the thought of me?"
I reciprocated his smile as I leaned back in the boiling tub.
"Don't flatter yourself, brother. I'd sooner dream of being humped by Balerion than ever about you."
This was a lie. The truth was quite wretched from this. Sadly, I do think and dream of Aegon more often than even he thinks. But in my defense, I don't dream of him because I yearn for his touch or cock; I dream because of the gnawing absence he left.
Aegon spends himself almost entirely on Rhaenys, every night without fail. Even now that she is swollen heavy with a child, both of them still make it out. It's as if his desire is tilted wholly toward her, leaving me the scraps of his energy and his seed. Why have two wives if you can't shower both with equal love and care?
Since Aegon treated me purely like his elder and mentor, this left my Valyrian sexual desires completely unsatisfied. I've bred hunger for my husband, and I don't like it one bit.
Competition made its way into my sleep—dreams where I had him more than Rhaenys did, if only to even the scales, to at least keep natural, irrepressible emotions in check.
When was the last time we even lay together? It's been a few weeks, I think, and I had to drag him to do so. It was begrudging and unexciting. But at least I made sure he released his seed in me.
These thoughts made me sigh.
"If Balerion's cock is what would make you happy in life, sister, I'd gladly gift it to you."
Aegon said as he leaned against the wall. His words, laced with a tone of mockery and derision, slid into my ears like a poisoned blade. I couldn't let him know that the words hurt me, so I didn't change my facial expression.
Aegon must've seen this as a challenge because he advanced and began to pace slowly around my steaming bath. My face betrayed nothing, but my fingers tightened against the rim of the tub, scraping it a bit anxiously. I kept my gaze steady as I felt his own eyes roam over my body, probably searching for something ridiculous or sexual he could make a remark about.
But it seemed he wasn't done yet with suggestions on what could possibly make me happy.
"Perhaps a vault of gold? A castle of her own? A new husband? Tell me, what could make my dear, ever-angry sister finally content?"
Aegon asked as he came to rest at the foot of my bed. He sat and leaned casually as if this were his chamber and not mine.
I didn't even bother to answer him, so I turned my face away to focus on my bath.
"Or perhaps… if I simply drank poison and died. That would be the best outcome for you, wouldn't it?"
My thoughts faded, and my brain went blank.
I slowly look at Aegon.