She lies in her bedchambers, their darkhaired queen, small, weak and utterly pale.
Words have been hanging between them, yet none dare to be spoken. Vysenya remembers, how she Rhaenys and Aegon cut through the crowds and their army rallying to the gigantic creature in the sky, it's cries blinding the ears of men. She doesn't know exactly how, only that both armies are rallying to their rightful king when she hears the wiss of several arrows and then the dragon howls. She looks up, starled, sharing a look with Aegon.
It's Rhaenys's growl that alerts them what's happening. Lysei, their surprisingly courageous third queen, suddenly falls, lifeless from the left side of the dragon.
She starts falling at enormous speed, eyes closed, arrows stuck in her shoulders. The gigantic dragon starts howling, a cry that is heartbreaking, reminescent of the cries Drogon got centuries later, during the fight of Danaerys Stormborn against the Tyrell.
The dragon keeps making the the hurt short sounds, sounding like crying and sounding all over the sky. Then, still making the grieving noises, it dips forward, wings pushing to reach the woman falling, armor like a beacon of light in the dark sky.
" Damn it." She hears Aegon curse. She hears Rhaenys call for Meraxes, desperate and then when Lysei nearly touches the ground, the dragon's hindfeet grasp her, claws scratching the armour and denting it and he flies up, his wings causing several people to fly away. The hurt sounds turn to anger and then it roars, and fire spits from it's mouth.
Rhaenys is still calling for Meraxes when suddenly with a roar, the dragon responds. It seems the Humethon's are not so great at keeping dragons prisoner, for Vhaegar and Balerion follow in Meraxes's wake, bringing chaos. The battle afterwards is bloody but not as long as expected.
Once the core has been wiped out and punished, many of the osldiers don't draw their swords, explaining their trust was won with foul play, threats of raping and murdering family members, daughters, sons, wives, mothers, fathers and so on until they had said yes.
What remains is a battered lost people who are sent back to their lands, though under watch of the Targaryen.
The Humethon's lord and heirs have been mostly killed in battle and all that remains is his youngest son and lesser family members. They as well as the remaning nobility that fought with them is to remain there in housearrest until is decided what will happen to them.
Lysei's dragon, black with greenish wings is folded around the queen and in first instance won't allow any one to come closer. Meraxes and Rhaenys try, only to have the dragon stick it's arms out and snap at the other dragon, Meraxes screeching in anger at the challenge that is presented. Yet, Lysei is dying and so Aegon and his queens come forward and speak to Vezerax in Old Valyrian.
They explain she will die for there is poison in her blood and eventually the animal relents, yet keeps it's face close, following every step they take.
And here they are, Rhaenys in bed with a broken ankle, Aegon worse for wear and Vysenya battered and bruised.
Lysei's features are pale, almost grey, her eyes dark and circled, a thick bandage around the wounds in her shoulder. Poison is what the enemy gave her. And they don't know how long she'll have.
The maesters are by her bedside day and night, as is Rhaenys who has made a bed of the couch in the darkbrown haired woman's rooms, watching the third queen for any sign at all of pain or healing.
Aegon comes to her chambers at least once a day and a disturbing large shape appears multiple times before her window, screaming it's anger.
It is chaotic, and all because the girl won't wake.
She lies stagnant for several days , and through the suft muttering of the maesters they think she might be okay". She's weak." They tell Vysenya. " The poison is not something common and for now, we cannot tell what antidote to use unless her body shows obvious reactions to it. "
And then, all hell breaks loose.
She breathes, huff of air shortly catching in her mouth and then her eyes open. They are red and dry and for a moment she doesn't look conscious when she zeroes in on the wall across herself. It's not for long however;bBarely a minute passesand then her brows furrow and she starts whimpering. " My head." she whispers, eyes closing in pain.
" My head." she says louder now,trembling hands going up to hold her forehead. " My head!" She screams now, voice hoarse and falling away at the end. " My hea-ead!" She scream louder, hands scratching, holding her head as she start strashing, moving the sheets on her bed around. By now she is crying. " My hea-ead!" she screams, screeches again louder and louder. " My head!' She's wailing now, her voice a hoarse high keen as she wails and trashes from left to right holding her head and moving everywhere.
Then there is Aegon, stepping forward and pushing her shoulders back as she still strugles and trashes, holding her head.
" Do something!" Vysenya shouts, wipping her head around to the maesters who stand by, astonished. Then the oldest Targaryen steps foward, holding the hands of the young woman. "She's boiling! Do something!" Vysenya shouts, voice severe and harsh. The maesters go into action, moving around them in a flurry, helping to hold the fourth member of their marriage down and bringing medicine and concotions, as well as a rag to cool her head. At that moment Rhaenys tries to stand and falls down from the couch. " Rhaenys!" Aegon stands by her side immediately andh elps her back into the seat next to Lysei's bed.
An hour later the peace has returned and Rhaenys is now sulking, back in bedon her sister's and brothers's orders. "I was fine." She says. " And you nearly broke your other foot, trying to help Lysei. One foot is enough. Now rest." Vysenya quipps. Rhaenys sighs. " Fine."
Both Aegon and Vysenya leave walking into step beside each other."Do you think he will be okay?" Vysenya wonders to which Aegon sighs. " I don't know."
Both already know they will not sleep that night.