Whisperess of Dragons•Jon Snow

Daenyra v

The last few weeks had been slow.
Bran had yet to wake and everyone was on edge.

Everyone but Aeron.

Daenyra had never seen him so relaxed. It was like he knew something no one else did.
He most likely does know something.

The day Lord Stark and his daughters had left Winterfell she penned a letter to a good friend from Essos.

To her surprise, he already had been in Dorne.
So after a few more letters, Moss Faenerys was on his way to Winterfell.

Aeron told her Moss couldn't do anything for Bran but if she was honest with herself - which she rarely was - she just wanted someone from her old life.

Her relationship with Robb got better since he became the "lord" of Winterfell.
It's like she saw him in a different light.

Grown.

They even kissed.
He blushed.
She did not.

Then she was reminded that even at five and ten he was still a child.
"I am a child as well," a distant voice told her.
She listened to that voice.
She kissed him again.
Daenyra felt her age again.

One more week passed before Moss Faenerys arrived.
He had been fast.
The journey to Winterfell from Dorne should've taken longer but she stopped wondering a long time ago.
She wore her most beautiful dress from Volantis.
She felt like herself.

It was a light blue color.
She used to wear a lot of light blue but not anymore.
Now she wore dark colors.
She felt sad but pushed it down.
Daenyra smiled as she looked in the mirror.

She looked like a girl of six and ten and not like a ruling lady.

The horns blew and it signaled the arrival of her dear friend.
"Moss Faenerys"
"Dae-"
"Amber Vernize" he tried again.
She gave him an apologetic and sad smile before she ran to hug him.
"Thank you for coming this soon Moss"
He smiled.

He is handsome but not as much as Aeron.
She blinked those thoughts away.

"This is Robb, my husband"she gestured to her young husband.
"Thank you for agreeing to see Bran"
"Please there is no need to thank me"

Before Robb could reply, Aeron came flying off the stairs and tackled Moss to the ground.
Daenyra smiled.

Moss was in truth Aeron's friend, not hers.
She loved seeing him happy.
The two men shared words in voices only they could hear.
Aeron pulled Moss in a last hug before Daenyra took Moss's arm and led him to Bran.

Lady Stark had been in Brian's room since his fall.
Not once had she left.

Daenyra was weary about Lady Catelyn meeting Moss.
So somehow she persuaded Lady Catelyn to go and wash herself, sleep, and eat.

Moss looked Bran over.
He looked at her and she knew.

Bran would never walk again.

She was saddened but she already knew nothing could help Bran.
Nothing but blood magic.

"I am sorry," Moss told her after they had left Bran's room.
"No, I am sorry"
He looked confused.
"I called you here for nothing. I already knew he wouldn't walk again. Maester Luwin already diagnosed him. Aeron couldn't help him either."
"Aeron could help him."

Silence.

"He doesn't like that"
"I know" He replied.
"I just" she started
"I wanted you here. I wanted to be Daenyra Targaryen again"
"You are Daenyra Targaryen"
"Am I?" she looked away but she could feel his gaze burning her.
"Viserys" He started
"What?"She looked concerned.