Life has a way of tearing you apart
She can sense something is wrong. Everything inside her is screaming to turn around, to get away from here. Rhaegal feels his mother's nerves, even more cautious than normal. She can feel it in the way he moves, the way his fins and scales seem to thrum with nervosity.
Vysenera cannot stop herself from sharing a look with Manaerys, who looks from Viserion's back and throws her a smile. Always positive, her sister. She allows it to give her some hope.
The North is cold, Manaerys thinks. The snow and wind are howling in her face, and though she is hidden between Viserion's shoulderblades, the cold is still biting her skin.
She feels Viserion righting himself, slowing down as he prepares to spit fire. And than she sees them, the Undead. She had not been willing to believe Jon Snow before, but this...
Viserion rights himself and breathes fire, flying over the row of Undead and than back up. Manaerys cannot say what, but there is something that does not feel right.
Vysenera waves at her from Rhaegal's back, making clear she is fine and Manaerys can continue.
'Dracarys.'
'Get on!' Vysenera wants to shout at Jon Snow, as the others climb on Drogon's back. They are losing precious time they do not have.
They need to get out of here, as soon as possible.
She sees the javelin a second too late. She sees Viserion flying and breathing another ray of fire, and than something is flying towards him. It hits him full on in the neck, fire and blood seeping from the wound as the dragon roars out in pain.
She hears a gasp and a scream and her eyes widen as she sees what happens. Viserion flaps his wings uselessly, going at great speed towards the frozen lake. The javelin has also hit Manaerys in the side of her neck, the main artery bleeding out fast. She is coughing up red blotches of spit, her white collar reddening with blood.
Rhaegal roars in despair as he flies after his brother, Drogon screeching in anger. 'MANAERYS!' Vysenera screams, holding out her hand as if she can reach her little sister in time.
If she and Rhaegal can just get to Viserion and Manaerys, they can...
Viserion crashes into the water, Manaerys holding on in sheer will alone. Viserion starts to sink back in the water, his eyes growing dim as life leaves them.
Vysenera can only look in anguish and disbelief as her sister, bleeding from her mouth and her whole neck wet with dark blood, seems to gasp for air.
Rhaegal flies up, still screeching in despair. Vysenera turns around as tears gather in her eyes. Manaerys' eyes seem to become blurry as she puts her head on Viserion's neck and holds on tight to him. She puts her hand on his neck and starts softly rubbing his scales, as if to calm him down in his last moments, letting him know he will not go alone.
She is his mother in all things, and though Manaerys would have preferred to live a long and happy life and see her niece succeed, she understands they will need to go on. Without her and her son.
'It's okay, my sweet. Mum will not let you go alone. Be calm, my love. Everything will be over soon.' Though tears slide down her cheeks, Manaerys' voice is calm but strong, and she can feel Viserion's fear and pain subside as his heart is slowing down. Her son keens, but he seems to have accepted his faith, as Manaerys' has. She can feel her son's heart beat once, twice, and than stop. A watery smile appears on her lips, but she cannot stop a sob from escaping.
'I will see you soon, my son.'
Sometimes it is time to leave, even though it seems too early.
Manaerys throws one last smile at her sister, as she keeps on softly gasping, her eyes losing their focus. And than...her breathing stops. Her head falls down on Viserion's lifeless neck, the light in her eyes lost.
'MANAERYS! VISERION! NO!' As Vysenera's cries grow more and more frantic, Viserion and Manaerys sink into the water and than disappear, swallowed in the darkness beneath them.
The oldest Velaryon is sobbing and snottering, crying her heart out. Rhaegal whines, and Vysenera can practically taste his pain.
Rhaegal turns around towards Drogon, determined to save those they can. The Night King has another javelin in his hands. For Drogon.
Vysenera's eyes grow hard, as she sees her niece hesitating. Jon Snow has disappeared into the water. 'LEAVE HIM! DAENERYS! NOW!' Vysenera roars in anger, as Rhaegal feels her urgency.
He screeches at his brother in warning, as Drogon gets the message and does not wait for his
Mother. Daenerys falls forward as the dragon starts running, jumping up in the air towards safety.
They are quick to fly away, Rhaegal flying faster than ever before.
It is only when they arrive at the wall, that he calms down a bit. Vysenera sees Daenerys dismounting. She feels empty now, as if her heart has been ripped out.
'Vysenera!' Daenerys calls but her niece only looks at her in disgust. Rhaegal flies up in the air, not to be seen again.
It is days later that Vysenera comes back, but different. The girl from before is gone with the death of the sister. The only thing that remains is an empty shell.
'How is she doing?' Jon asks Dany later. 'She is...not good. Losing Viserion and her sister, it was too much.' Daenerys closes her eyes as she thinks about her niece and her dragon. 'I am so sorry.' The King in the North says as Dany shakes her head, her eyes wet, voice choked with emotion.
'I had to see to know. Now I know.'
She finds Vysenera later in her room on the ship, sitting on the bed, staring at the wall in front of her.
'Vysenera...' Her niece looks up, anger and sadness in her eyes. Anger directed towards her.
'It was your fault!' She bites out. 'Manaerys and I did not even want to go. It was your fault!' Vysenera snaps, her fists clenching in her robe.
'I am sorry! I did not want this to happen.' Daenerys gasps, as she sits next to her niece. 'Maybe not, but Manaerys and Viserion paid the price! My sister and her dragon are dead. Gone. Rhaegal has lost his brother.' Vysenera spits out, angry red eyes looking at her, fresh trails of tears on her cheeks.
Dany does not know what to do. She sits next to her niece and hugs Vysenera who does not react. Until Dany feels her shaking. Something akin to a wail leaves her niece's lips, and it is the first time ever she has seen Vysenera so distressed.
Even when they were starving from hunger and homeless, she never cried. Not even when she lost her mother.
'My sister. My only sister.' Vysenera sobs, eyes scrunched closed as tears roll down her cheeks. 'Viserion... Why?' Vysenera gasps out, sobs wracking her chest. The young khaleesi does not know what to do but hold on to her only living relative.
'I know it is not your fault. I am so sorry. To accuse you of that. No one could have foreseen this.' Vysenera sobs again, as she tries to catch her breath. 'It is okay.' Dany tries as Vysenera shakes her head, tears dripping onto her dress. 'No, it is not. I have not even asked how you are feeling.'
Daenerys shakes her head and holds her tight. Vysenera finally hugs back. Her niece grabs onto her queen, and for once she is not the strong one.
She keeps on sobbing and apologizing as Daenerys shushes her, never letting Vysenera go.
Sobs wrack her frame as her younger niece holds her, heaving puffs and gasps coming from her mouth. They hear a wail outside.
And than Vysenera knows, Rhaegal who has himself also lost his brother, is worried about her.
Maybe underneath it all, he is crying for her too.