THE DRAGON DANCER // HOTD

02

Viserra woke with a brand new sense of purpose. For the first time in five years she had a duty to serve. It was refreshing.

Despite how often she complained of the upkeep of being a princess and all the actions one must do, she somewhat missed it. In a weird, unfamiliar way, she truly longed for this.

It was only a matter of time, however, until she would be burned out and wish to flee from her duties as she did five years ago.

A maid arrived in Viserra's room, after knocking, of course, and helped her pick out a dress from the clothing and items she had sent to Dragonstone.

A light sheer pink dress with white underlining that flowed across her arms elegantly and down her legs. The white lining ending at her knees in an overlapping V shape, the pink over the top down to her feet. It was beautiful, truly.

Viserra's maid braided her hair behind her head, loose and flowing, just as her dress was.

The two made their way down the halls and the stairs until they reached the dining room where breakfast was being served.

"Good Morn, family," Viserra spoke with a peppy tone and a small smile on her face.

"You seem...chipper," Rhaenyra spoke, almost as if she didn't expect that from her daughter.

Viserra laughed and took her seat, "Why would I not? I've been given no reason to be upset about the day to come. Though, yesterday I was a bit worn from my long flight on Meraxes. Nothing a good night of sleep couldn't cure," she shrugged and placed food on her plate.

Rhaenyra smiled slightly. She had forgotten how positive Viserra was. It was refreshing to have such energy flowing through the house that was typically brooding.

"How have the years treated you all? I wish to hear every story!" Viserra asked the group. Daemon and Rhaenyra exchanged glances, looking to each child who sat around the table, wondering who would speak up first.

Rhaenys had sailed home after Viserra's arrival. She had business to attend to at the tides and tend to a still slightly ill Corlys.

Now all that remained was Rhaena, Baela, Jace, Luke, Rhaenyra, and Daemon  sitting around the table with Viserra. Joffrey, Aegon, and Viserys all elsewhere with nurses.

"I've travelled to Driftmark on my own to visit with Lord Corlys about my inheritance," Luke was the first to speak up.

Viserra smiled widely, "That seems exciting! I quite enjoyed Blackwater Bay when I would visit years ago. Has it changed much?" The girl questioned.

"Not really, I don't think. Still so much salt air!" He chuckled in response.

Viserra recalled Luke's seasickness he experienced when sailing. She was glad to hear he could fly Arrax to a from the tides without becoming ill.

"That is nice to hear, brother," she smiled and nodded, leaving the conversation room for others to join.

"Rhaena, have you been able to claim a dragon?" She then asked curiously.

Rhaena turned her head down with a sigh, shaking her head, "No."

Viserra frowned for a moment before speaking up with a bit of enthusiasm, "Do not worry. There are plenty of unclaimed dragons about the realm. Vermithor and Silverwing rest in our pits, and there are the wild ones as well. I came across the dragon Grey Cloud once. He is truly a sight to see, striking silver!"