I'm not okay without you, and I finally dare to admit out loud
Daenys is sitting back in her bed, having managed to take a book and though she is not able to hold it up, she puts it on her lap and tries to read it like that. Her eyes are drooping close in moments, but a sound gets her out of her daze.
In the doorway stands Rhaenys, and Seven Gods does she look bad!, hair half done, bags under her eyes terrible. Rhaenys does not say anything, and to Daenys' shock, her sisters' underlip starts trembling.
'R...' 'You idiot!' Rhaenys shout at her, tears leaking out of her eyes. 'Why did you not tell me you were injured at the arena?' Daenys gives her a blank look, Rhaenys shaking her head and hugging her little sister. 'You had us so worried. You have no idea.' Rhaenys whispers, her younger sister finally wrapping her arms around Rhaenys' middle.
'I'm sorry.' Daenys manages to whisper, closing her eyes. 'I...' 'Don't talk, sister. I can feel you are barely able to stay awake. I'll go and get Visenya and Aegon, I'm sure they'll be happy to see you too.' Daenys lies back down and nods, Rhaenys running out of the room.
Daenys drifts off for a while, but she does not really know what to make of her sibling's reaction. Rhaenys has never been so sentimental, but Daenys does not know how long she has been out. She thinks it might have been days.
The door creaks open again and she hears footsteps come closer. 'Daenys.' his voice is still as strong as ever, not betraying any kind of emotion. She groans but manages to open her eyes and there is her brother and husband, still looking as handsome and steadfast as ever. Visenya is standing behind him, stern look on her face. But there seems to be relief in her gaze as well.
Daenys will remember later, his eyes have never been so clear.
A silence falls over them, as Aegon sits on the chair next to her bed. Daenys' wellknown uneasiness comes back, but Aegon does not seem to mind. He just keeps on staring, a neutral look on his face. Visenya is still standing at the edge of her bed, both her siblings clearly not knowing what to say. Their argument is still fresh in mind, and Daenys wants nothing else than to mend their relationship, if only to find the peace and contentment back she felt for months.
'Daenys.' He says again in High Valyrian, but his next sentence is stopped by a whisper. 'I'm sorry.' Daenys whispers, memories of regret and guilt coming back.
Aegon's eyes crease in confusion and Daenys feels her eyes becoming heavy, turning her head towards the wall, too tired still. 'What did you mean? Daenys?' Her brother rumbles, hand grabbing hers on the bed. 'Daenys?' Visenya asks, cool hand appearing on her forehead. 'She has a fever.' Visenya says over Daenys, taking a cold cloth and putting it on her forehead.
Daenys closes her eyes but a final whisper comes out. It makes Aegon and Visenya uneasy, and sleep comes with difficulty that night.
I am sorry I am not the wife or sister you deserve me to be.