A wedding no one wants
Manaerys shares a look with her sister, Vysenera, as they both help Dany get dressed. Their niece, younger than them, has been bought by a Dothraki Lord.
'I do not want to be his queen.' Daenerys murmurs as Manaerys combs through her hair, more silvery white than hers.
Vysenera and Manaerys both have the silver hair inherited from their Targaryen side, but where Viserys' and Daenerys' hair is more silver white, theirs is silver. Both have purple eyes, but Vysenera's eyes have some blue through them.
If you saw them, you would think it is them that are the real Targaryens, not Dany and Viserys. But Viserys and Dany are the only family they have left, and though Viserys can be cruel, he has always looked out for them and always provided for them, never abandoning them.
Vysenera sees the monster he is becoming, but she cannot stop to think of the joyous boy she once knew, nor the promise she and Manaerys made to their mother when she died.
So they keep their mouths shut, act as Dany's confidantes and entourage, and help her get prepared.
'I'm sure you will be fine. He did seem to like you when he saw you earlier.' Vysenera shushes as Manaerys gives her an encouraging smile.
You'll be fine. Just enjoy the...festivities.' Manaerys says as Vysenera gives her sister a quick brush through her hair.
'We cannot be late. We have a wedding to go to.'