Chapter Four: Wings or Legs?
In truth, it had been years since Alyssa had considered her late sister. After all, Daenaerys had breathed her last breath before Alyssa ever had her first. Eloise's question took her unawares. Mother never spoke of her, she thought, probably out of anguish, Alyssa reflected. If she had lived, this very room, this bed may have been hers. She stopped herself before the thought could continue, she must not think like that, her mind began to wander in search of distraction.
She let herself fall back onto her bed, covered in sheets of embroidered dragons, with colours that the years had faded. She could not help but reflect on the day her father told her the tales of Valyria of Old. For the first time, she asked herself: Is the dragon truly invincible?
Alike to how dragons occupied the air of her waking thoughts, so they did in her dreams. Alyssa and Baelor called them their dragon dreams. Where they had walked on two young legs during the day, they would fly upon two leathery wings in their dreams.
Her slumber was cut short right when she and Baelon were mid-air, finding herself rudely awakened by the sound of rats scurrying right in her walls. With an uncomfortable feeling, she drifted back to sleep but this time, her legs did not change to wings when she lept.