It's a few days later that the maesters decide she is strong enough to leave her room. Rhaenys huffs for she has to stay and so Lysei is to leave alone. She walks through the halls, a soft red dress fitting her frame with the targaryen sign on her chest. It is lined with fur and she wears another coat over it for her wound is still tender.
Yet it's been long since she saw Vezerax and she really wants to see her. Rhaenys told her that Vezerax has saved her from falling and she can't help but be grateful for her friend.
She walks slowly until she comes ot the dragon's pens. She recognizes Balerion, Vhaegar and Meraxes as she walks by them, left arm still in a cast. The pen is large and she thinks he is not hear when she unmistakingbly hears his breathing. " Vezerax." She whispers and suddenly a red eye appears before her. The dragon keens lowly and then brings his mouth and nose to her tenderly and touches her face and chest.
Lysei smiles and carresses the side of his face with her right arm. She is not storng enough yet to ride him again and so she sits next to him and let's him wrap his tail around her and his wings and let's him nap while she reads some scrolls Rhaenys have given her.
The healing process of her shoulder owund is slow but when a few weeks pass her amr isn't in a cast anymore, though she cannot yet move it to much. So she leaves for her daily walk to the dragon pens. Vezerax is waiting for her and this time she doesn't hesitate when he sinks down. With him supporting her back with his head she climbs up slowly and tortuorusly, her robes nearly shredding on his spikes. She sits on his back for a short while and then comes down of it.
The next day she is back and climbs up again, this time sitting loinger on his back. She repeats this routine each day until one day she sits upright and wills him to go forward. Vezerax pulls himself up and lazily walks on all fours out of the dragon's pen. To her surprise Lysei can now hold the spikes with minimal efforts and the dragon walks outside.
However they don't go unnoticed. " Lysei!" Vysenya's shout is like tuhnder in a clear sky. she pushes past the hissing dragon and stands beside him. " are oyu out of your mind? You are not strong enough to fly him." Lysei shakes her head. " I"m not yet riding him, just getting myself accustomed again. Though I do miss it, flying on his back." Vysenya nods, understanding the young woman's feelings well.
And so Vysenya is beside her whenever she is sitting on Vezerax, and Lysei is getting to know the severest of the three Targaryen better. She soon understands that Vysenya is indeed severe and always serious but that she is also a kind and caring person in her own way.
They spent each day talking, conversations about the dragons, and slowly more personal matters and so Rhaenys arrives one day, pouting that they didn't think to ask her to spend time with them.
Her expression is so petulant that Lysei starts laughing, Vysenya grinning at her and then laughing as well. Rhaenys soon joins in and so Aegon sees them when he walks towards the dragon pens.
His darkhaired queen laughing, sitting on the back of her humongous dragon napping in the sun. A little away from the dragon stands his oldest sister Vysenya, laughing and Rhaenys stands near them as well, shaking her head and laughing.
And at that sight Aegon can't help but smile.