𝓡𝓞𝓢𝓔, 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 ¹

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

"𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀"

SHE WAKES WITH HER HAIR PLASTERED TO HER FACE IN A MIX OF BLOOD AND SWEAT, her skin covered in the mix of it as well. Maelys sits up from where she was lying in the middle of an empty field, where she assumes she had fallen asleep at one point or another. The girl had come back from running off, still covered in blood, hoping to find Drogo awakened and alive as the witch had promised.

However, when the young Targaryen had found Drogo, he had looked more like a statue than a living man. The only person by his side was the witch responsible, and so Maelys had demanded to know what had occurred to cause this problem, and when it would be solved. The witch had simply informed the girl that Drogo would be like this 'Until the sun rises in the West and sets in the East'.

When Maelys had questions relating to the son of her sister, Rhaego, the boy she had begun to think of as a little brother, just as she had thought of Drogo as a father, the witch had claimed the boy never lived. Rhaego had been born monstrous, as Mirri Maz Duur put it, scaled like a lizard and blind and with leather wings of a bat. The skin had fallen off his bones, the witch informed Maelys, and he had been full of graveworms.

"Only death may pay for life."

Those few words uttered by the witch was enough to blind Maelys herself with rage, and the Targaryen had tackled the witch to the ground and her fists had repeatedly come down onto the face of Mirri Maz Duur.

When Jorah had finally come out of Daenerys' tent and pulled Maelys away from the witch, Maelys' hands were covered in new blood, her face partially obscured by the sheer amount of it from both the horse and the witch, her pure white hair now painted a blood red.

Maelys had torn out of Jorah's grasp, storming off before the man could say anything, eventually finding herself in the field she has just awoken in. She remembers not when she had fallen asleep, but she does remember what she had seen in her dreams. Or rather, who she had seen.

In her dream, Maelys had ended up somewhere that just by looking around she could tell was cold, a contrast to where she had been her whole life. The place was what she had always imagined a snow-filled winter would look like, something she had never seen before, at least not that she remembered, and she was surrounded by gray stone walls. She had watched as people passed her by as if she wasn't there, and Maelys had decided that was enough for her to tell this was definitely a dream, which it had been. The girl had walked through the snowy place, looking at the strange place and people all around her. It was as if she was a ghost, people even seeming to walk not only past her but through her as if she were a spirit haunting the place.

That was until she had rammed right into a boy out of nowhere. Both of them, seeming to be the same age as the other, hadn't said anything, as if they were incapable of speaking whilst in this dream state. Maelys had instead only been able to take in the details of the boy's appearance, the boy doing the same to her. However, once the arguably plain-looking boy had caught a glimpse of the white hair that grew from Maelys' head, he had seemed more taken aback by the girl than Maelys was by him.

The boy was only an inch or two taller than Maelys, though the way he stood straight as if he were royalty made him look taller than that. His deep brown hair went down to right above his shoulders, long bangs covering his forehead. Maelys noticed he was pale, as if he hadn't been out in the sun much, which considering the environment around them would make sense even if he spent all his time outside with the clouds obscuring the sky from view. He had a slightly rosy nose and cheeks, likely from the cold of the wintery location. Maelys noticed his attire, simple yet still looking like that of someone of importance, made up of darker colors, mostly either black cloth or brown leather.

What had really managed to catch the eye of Maelys, however, was the raven perched on the shoulder of the boy. A raven that, Maelys noticed, had not just two eyes, but instead three, one more than she considered usual.

Quickly after the two had run into each other, though not quick enough for them to not notice even the smaller details of the other's appearance, Maelys had found herself awake in the field she had slept in. Where she was now, dazed and confused.

"Maelys!" The young Targaryen hears the recognizable voice of her sister, Daenerys, calling out for her, and Maelys rubs her eyes and forces herself to stand from the ground and dust off her clothes. "Maelys." Daenerys breathes out her sister's name after she makes it through the field, immediately pulling Maelys into a tight hug, which Maelys returns. "Jorah told me. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you, but I'm here now, and I won't ever leave you again. Okay?" Daenerys kisses the forehead of her sister, not caring about the blood dried onto it or the sweat of her sister.

"Okay." Is the only word Maelys manages to get out of her dry throat, her mind on the boy she had dreamed of and who he was, what had happened to Drogo and Rhaego, and barely on the present.

"I love you, Mae. I'm so sorry." Daenerys rests her cheek on her little sister's head, still holding her in a tight embrace.

"I love you, too, Dany." Maelys mumbles, her throat too dry for her to speak up, but the words still holding the same meaning.

"We will always stay by each other's side. Through everything. It's you and me against the world." Daenerys assures her sister in a hushed voice, as if to calm Maelys' nerves. "I promise."