New Chapter...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It wasn't until she was sitting on the table waiting for everything to be served, avoiding the glances Aemond was throwing at her and waiting for Aegon, the Queen and the King when she realised what Ser Criston had said.
"He called me a whore!" She said aloud, banging the table and making everyone at the table tense.
Aemond particularly dropped the spoon he was trying to balance to his finger.
The left pic is Valentino Spring 2014 Couture. I just tried to recreate this as Viserra's in this fic with little modifications.
I am myself surprised how well I painted it. But her face... She looks older and I had very less patience to do it again.












