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CHAPTER FIVE.
MERANAX
106 AC
TWO days. Two days was how long Visenya Targaryen had been asleep after her bonding with the dragon known as the Cannibal. The whole of Dragonstone was doused in worry and neither Daemon nor Rhaenyra had left her side. Viserys and Aemma visited every hour to see if something had changed, which it had not.
In the afternoon of the third day, Visenya's eyes fluttered open. The headache that had plagued her as she slept subsided and she was met with the sun filtering through her chamber curtains. She rose onto her elbows and frowned.
Daemon who'd been seated beside her looked up at the movement, "You're awake," he breathed in relief. He'd felt extremely guilty for the past two days. He told Viserys he'd look after Visenya and yet hadn't.
"What happened?" the woman asked groggily.
"You bonded a dragon, Senya," he said.
Visenya could only recall fractions of what happened. As she turned, she caught sight of Rhaenrya curled into her side, asleep. A wicked smile crossed the young woman's face as she violently poked her younger sister.
"Ow!" Rhaenyra cried, waking up. Daemon stood to alert the castle of her consciousness, stopping a passing maid.
"You sleep whilst I could possibly die, how dare you?"
"Enya!" Rhaenyra jumped up and tackled her in a hug, "You gave me such a fright. When I saw Daemon carrying you inside, I thought you were..." she trailed off and Visenya got the gist of what she was implying.
"Well I'm perfectly okay," Visenya smiled as she caressed her sister's small face.
"We've been anxious that you wouldn't wake," Daemon said, returning to his seat. Visenya turned to look at him as Rhaenyra clung to her desperately. She could tell guilt was all he was feeling, especially by the worried look he gave her.
She fixed him with a deep reassuring stare, "I'm alright."
"I should've been paying more attention," Daemon muttered to himself.
"I snuck off."
"It's my fault you were hurt."
"I'm not hurt now."
"No, just bonded to that... thing," Daemon scowled.
Visenya's soft stare turned steely, "You may not like him, but he's mine."
At that moment, the door burst open. Aemma entered hurriedly, Viserys on her heels. The woman embraced her tightly, muttering that if she ever scared them like that again, she'd lock her in her room. Visenya smiled gently before Aemma moved and Viserys took her place. He cradled her head gently and pressed kiss after kiss to her forehead, thanking the Gods she was alive.
