Intertwined

She takes a step closer, the voice becoming a pulsing within her mind. It is as if she is in a trance as she steps again and again until the tree is inches from her; she falls to her knees before it, lifting her hand in front of her. Her fingertips connect with the bark and her eyes widen as she is ripped away from the world.

Before her stands a field littered with the dead dragons of House Targaryen, Daenys looks to it in horror as the flames of Vhagar blind her from above; the great beast circling in the sky with Caraxes. The scene disappears, only to be replaced by a boy with the silver hair of her house, his skin scarred and leaving him confined to a wooden chair. Behind him sits Rhaenyra on the Iron Throne, her bloodied womb staining her beautiful gown. Daenys turns around within the throne room to see Daemon stood before her, Dark Sister held tight in his grip.

"Daemon?" Daenys calls out, walking closer to him. He is covered in blood, whether it is his own or that of another she does not know. He does not answer as she places a hand on his cheek, only stares deeply into her eyes; there is great sadness in his own before he slowly turns to dust within her fingers.

"You have discovered it at last." A voice says from behind, Daenys turns to see sweet Helaena stood behind her. Daenys looks to her in confusion, she sinks to her knees and takes the young princess's hands in her own.

"Discovered what?" Daenys begs, watching the young girl closely. A small smile passes over her face; the most clarity in her eyes that Daenys has ever seen.

"Who you are." The vision is suddenly torn away, Daenys is once again stood facing away from the Godswood as Daemon runs into the cave, looking to her in fear.

"Daenys?" He asks, concern slick in his voice, as the princess collapses upon the ground.