Magavin the great
A month has passed and Lady Eleonora has come back to court. She looks even more beautiful, has humbled somewhat, and has Aegon wrapped around her finger again in no time.
Daenys decides to let it go, for since their little argument, her siblings have not exactly changed, but their blatant disgust and disappointment is gone. They do not talk much, but when Daenys comes by Rhaenys in the hallways she at least offers a hello. When Daenys accompanies Visenya one day to a neighbouring house that has just pledged their loyalty, her sister barely says anything, but she offers a smile several times.
She sees Aegon even less than before, but when she does see him, his cold attitude has vanished. When her siblings sit in front of the fire one night in Aegon's living room which is directly connected to his bedroom, and Daenys joins them because she is tired of the loneliness and the nightmares, they look up in surprise, but they do not say anything. It is the first time in years there is no cold tension in the room when they are all united, only a peaceful calm. And though Daenys understands they might never like each other, or Aegon might never love her like he does Rhaenys and even Visenya, at least it is better than before. She is content, and that is more than she can wish for.
The only thing that is working on her nerves are her ladies-in-waiting. Daenys has tried to be nice to them, and she knows they do not like her, but this cold hate is something she is not used to. They never talk to her, or whisper and mock her behind her back, and there is always such a cold tension that even the North seems warm in comparison. Before, Daenys only experienced this when in the throneroom or when in her siblings' presence, but now it is from the moment she wakes up. It makes her feel stressed, anxious and has made her lose more sleep than she thought. She looks tired and sickly these days, much like when she was younger.
She has often at night woken up, sweating and anxious, a tight knot in her belly. It takes all her willpower not to go to Aegon's room, wake him up and beg him to assign her ladies-in-waiting to someone else. But if it stays like this, she will. She will beg her brother if she has to, pride be damned.
It is after such a day, when Daenys is feeling suffocated, anxious and so stressed she thinks she might lose her mind, that she meets her. The Weeping Dread. Daenys has run away from Aegonfort, after one of her ladies-in-waiting has dumped water on her. Daenys was about to cry, Lady Argella is not here to keep them in check (because Seven Hells that woman is scary when she is mad!), and she flees. She has had enough.
Daenys runs through the doors of Aegonfort, her name called out by the guards behind her, for there is a storm coming, one of the most dangerous ones that has yet been. The rain is coming down hard, the wind is blowing through the trees, the sky is pitchblack. Daenys is sopping wet in a matter of seconds.
Still she runs through the fields, thunder rolling in and even lightning starting to strike the ground. She stops in the middle of the field, miles and miles of crops moving in tandem, the wind the only thing she hears. It is blowing so hard she can barely make out the thunder and lightning.
Daenys begins to understand she might be in danger. She is in the middle of a field, with no trees or other objects to attract the lightning, and the storm is growing in volume. Her anxiety is replaced by fear and when the lightning lights up the entire field, she starts to cry.
For she has seen a shadow behind her, it is huge, and she is scared to turn around. Daenys closes her eyes and tries to calm her heart and turns around anyway, because she is curious. If dead is waiting for her, she will face it, scared or not. She opens her eyes and for a moment, the world halts. She hears nor feels anything anymore. She does not feel the rain beating down on her, nor the wind painfully blowing against her cheeks and hair. She only sees intelligent yellow eyes looking intently at her.
Daenys blinks. So do the yellow eyes. Than she sees it is attached to a humongous black head, and that head is attached to a humongous body and wings. She blinks again. She would have thought it was Balerion, for the dragon before her is almost an exact copy, only the yellow eyes and the green/yellow wings are different. The dragon has also green fins on it's body. It's head comes closer, breathing right in Daenys' face. A calm comes over her, her fear and anxiety gone.
She knows it that instant, she has found her dragon. The dragon blinks again, and Daenys just knows she is female. The dragon pushes her snout against Daenys' belly, said girl shuddering from the cold. The dragon turns and spreads a wing over Daenys' head, so the rain stops beating down on her. She follows the beast as in a trance, walking for who knows how long. They come to a giant stone structure, a stone hanging a bit over them. Daenys is ushered inside, the dragon lying before her, and effectively blocking her from the rain and wind.
Daenys lies next to the dragon's side, under her wing and begins to warm up. She does not remember much, falling asleep soon after, and waking up with a high fever in her room a few days later. Even Aegon has a worried expression on his face, Lady Argella is holding Daenys' hand.
The light is too bright and her head is so heavy she feels she might fall down from the bed if she moves. She moves her head away towards the wall, Rhaenys' lips pronouncing her name, but she is already dragged down in the darkness again. She does however have one thought before she falls unconscious again. Magavin. That will be her name. A roar is heard in the distance, and Daenys just knows that Magavin approves.
That is the last thing she knows in a long while.