Heavy is the head that wears the crown

by QueenNothingness

Million of stories have been told about Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives. But what if he had a third wife? Daenys Targaryen is nothing like her brother and sisters. The third queen is clumsy, has no skills at all and is plain. But if your brother/husband brings you a crown, you wear it. Even against your will. Drabble-series.

21. Chapter 21

Mess with a Targaryen, mess with the dragon

This is only the second time Daenys flies, but she is honest when she says she feels giddy. Their army is not as big as the one Aegon and Visenya have assembled, but they are still slow, and Magavin has taken to fly in lazy circles over the army, Meraxes at the front.

Magavin who is just a little bit smaller than Balerion, is clearly annoyed that they go so slow. She grumbles every few minutes, and Daenys can feel the nervous tension shifting underneath her scales, in sink with every move that Magavin makes.

The dragon wants to fly, fast, and put something on fire preferably as well. But Daenys holds back. Magavin can feel her riders hesitation, knowing that the Targaryen she chose is not one to like fighting and fire. Magavin knows Daenys has nightmares about the arena.

'Daenys!' Rhaenys calls her over, Magavin flying at a leisure pace to Meraxes. 'Why don't you and Magavin scout ahead? See if you can spot Aegon and Visenya and maybe stop them?' Rhaenys smiles.

'But-' 'Magavin is making everyone nervous, even Meraxes. Allow her to fly some, sister. The first times you fly with your dragon should be enjoyable. Go ahead.' Rhaenys shoos with her hand, Daenys sighing and nodding.

'Go on, Magavin.' Daenys commands in High Valerian, the dragon picking up speed and flying higher and higher up in the air. They are quick to leave the army behind them, Daenys enjoying the feeling of being so high in the air.

She has flown with her mother, yes, but nothing beats the feeling of flying with a dragon that is all your own. Daenys can feel Magavin react to every little move she makes, and it makes her feel wonderful.

She is enjoying herself so much, that she does not see the battle at first. Magavin makes a keening noise in her throat, causing Daenys to look down. 'Oh no!' she can only gasp.

She sees two armies standing ahead of each other, in the middle four people are standing. Daenys makes Magavin go lower, still hidden by the clouds. Daenys recognizes Balerion and Veraxes in the distance, Magavin grumbling at the sight of her brother.

Daenys recognizes also Visenya and Aegon, and seeing from the gestures they are making, the talks are not going as well as hoped.

She sees Visenya and Aegon turn around, and hears horns blowing. She knows enough. They will battle each other, her siblings probably still thinking she, Rhaenys and Argella are still trapped.

Daenys makes Magavin fly like a wailing demon back to their army, alerting Meraxes and Rhaenys from far already.

She can only hope she will be in time to help.