Running for the crown, killing for the throne

by QueenNothingness

Vysenera and Manaerys Velaryon are the two older nieces of Daenerys Targaryen. To keep the promise they made to their mother, they accompany Daenerys on her quest to take back the Seven Kingdoms. Follow these two sisters on their journey, and find out who will eventually end up on the Iron Throne. Legends are not written, they are made. Drabbleseries.

36. Chapter 36

We will help but who could know the price to pay would be this high

'Daenerys, stop being so difficult.' Manaerys snaps, the room filled with tension as Vysenera takes another sip of her drink, Manaerys interrupting yet again a conversation that is going awry with Tyrion.

'I am being difficult? He might as well say I am a spoiled child. Known for losing my temper?!' Daenerys bites back. 'Tyrion is speaking the truth.' Manaerys once more defends him, her gaze not backing down from Daenerys' angry stare.

'You did lose your temper. Remember the Reach?' Vysenera interrupts, her voice silent but hard. 'Burning two people, really?'

'I had no other choice.' Daenerys defends herself. Vysenera's hand comes down on the table, hard, the sound of her silver and gold rings hitting the table echoing in the whole strategyroom.

'Yes, and look how that turned out!' Vysenera shouts back. 'You had no other choice because you refused to listen!' The oldest Targaryen shakes her head, lip curling back in disgust. 'The power has gone to your head. You are changing into someone I do not know. Someone I do not want to know!'

Manaerys sighs, going after her sister as Vysenera strides out of the room.

'What?' Daenerys says, as the Velaryon gives her a look. 'What did I say?' Daenerys asks Tyrion, Manaerys following her sister out of the room without uttering another word.

If their niece does not want to listen, there is nothing they can do. Some lessons need to be experienced for them to be learned.

When the call for help comes from beyond the Wall, Vysenera is still not on speaking terms with Daenerys. She is wary. But they follow their niece. Anyway.

Because they want to make sure she does not get herself killed.

Manaerys smiles at Viserion when she approaches him, her son raising his head and keening at her.

Vysenera sighs as she mounts Rhaegal, her son turning and spreading his wings, erasing the last of the fatigue in his bones.

'So what would you have me do?' Daenerys asks, turning to Tyrion.

'Nothing.' Her Hand implores. Daenerys shakes her head. 'This time, we do not have a choice.'

Manaerys nods at Tyrion as Viserion starts to run, Rhaegal next to him, Drogon already having dived off the cliff.

The youngest Velaryon presses herself against her son's back, giving one last wave to Tyrion, Vysenera nodding at him.

Little did he know three Targaryens and their dragons would go beyond the Wall, and only two dragons and two Targaryens would come back.