Here we come
Vysenera does not like the way everyone is staring at them. Her niece shrugs and looks ahead, but Vysenera cannot stop herself from sneering.
The Northeners are hostile to them, just because they hail from differents parts, and it makes her blood boil. There are more important things to deal with right now.
They have come to help, the sacrifice her sister has given all too fresh in her mind, and still the people here look at her as if she is nothing more than a piece of shit.
'I told you, we Northeners do not trust outsiders.' Vysenera snorts at that, her eyebrow raising. 'Even when those outsiders are here to help?' She bites out, her voice loud enough for the people around them to hear.
'Calm down, Vysenera.' Dany asks, as Vysenera keeps on staring at the people around them. 'What? I am not doing anything wrong. If they want to stare, I will stare right back.'
Dany's answer is stopped when they hear two roars above them, Drogon and Rhaegal flying over them and greeting them. Her niece cannot stop a smile from growing on her lips, a chuckle falling from Vysenera's lips.
'Go ahead, my darling. I will see you later.' Rhaegal screeches his acceptance and than follows his brother, disappearing into the clouds above.
Sansa Stark clearly does not like Daenerys. The power has gone to her head apparently.
'This is Vysenera Targaryen-Velaryon, Daenerys' niece.' Sansa nods at the oldest Targaryen, the princess giving her a cold glare.
'Charming. Really charming.' Vysenera says, her gaze falling to Jon, a fake smile appearing on her lips.
Absolutely charming.
The oldest Targaryen rolls her eyes, sighing as she follows her niece into the Hold.
Seven Gods save them, this will be a long day.