Chapter 43: I will bring you back

                                    

                                          
~ Visenya Blackfyre ~
The girl looks worried for some reason. I don't get why though. Most of the time people are pleased when their ruler visits them. "Ehm, right this way, uhm, Your Grace," the girl awkwardly says and motions to the tent. I smile. "No need to be afraid, I am not my husband," I reassure her. I walk into the tent in a graceful manner, like a ruler. 
As I enter I immediately notice how strange the decorations are. It is so foreign, even for those that live in Dorne. I look around curiously and also notice the girl is following me inside. I turn to her. "Do you know where we are, child? I can tell this is not Westeros," I ask the girl. The girl's shocked expression does not help me. Should I know where we are? "Uhm, it is best if you talk to the Khaleesi. She will answer your questions," she says, but I notice a bit of sadness in her voice. Why is she sad?
"You sound sad. If I can help, you should ask. I may not rule these lands, but perhaps I can discuss things with your Khaleesi," I say warmly to her. It seems to make her only sadder. "Do you know who I am, my lady?" She asks barely audible. "Should I? I don't remember..." I start to say but a terrible headache comes and I clutch my head. "Ugh?!" I groan. 
"Are you-" the girl begins to say but stops as someone enters the tent. "Visenya!" A silver-haired woman says clearly worried. She quickly comes to my side. I look at her. "Who are you? You look familiar somehow," I groan as the headache slowly subsided. Her eyes widen from shock and she looks towards the bronze-skinned girl. "What happened Irri?" She asks the girl. "Irri...? Why is that familiar?" I mutter as I straighten myself out now that the headache is gone. 
"Khaleesi... I found her walking through the camp confused. She thinks she is Rhaella Targaryen." I chuckle. "That is because I am her. You are lucky, I am a forgiving person," I say in a teaching voice. I don't mind teaching the new handmaidens. I found it always interesting to see new persons and it kept me away from Aerys. The silver-haired lady gasps at my response. She looks like my mother somehow. "I am sorry to ask this. It is very rude of me to forget. Could you tell me your name?" I ask the rather beautiful silver-haired lady. 
I frown as I see her tearing up. Why is she suddenly crying? "Irri, please get Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah. Quickly," she says. Irri nods and quickly walks away. The silver-haired lady turns back to me. "Visenya, please come back to me," she says in a very emotional voice. "Visenya? Who is that?" I ask confused. "Don't you remember me? I am Daenerys," she says. When I hear her say Daenerys a terrible headache comes. "Ugh, these headaches." I groan. 
As I groan in pain, the tent opens again. Two knights enter and I recognize one of them. Ser Barristan. A new wave of pain washes over me and I moan in pain. "Ugh, make them stop!" I yell and clutch my head again. Ser Barristan walks to me and kneels beside me. "Princess, are you alright?" He says with worry
Princess? His jokes are as terrible as always. "Ser, you know better than to play the jester. Your jokes were always terrible," I chuckle through my pain. "I remember a night when I dared you to tell a joke in front of a whole tavern. That was hilarious," I laugh at the memory. Barristan frowns. "Rhaegar?" He whispers. "Were you drunk last night, Ser? Of course I am Rhaegar. Who else has such a pretty face," I chuckle to my old friend.
Barristan stands up confused. "What is happening, Your Grace? How does she know these things?" He asks with concern. The silver-haired woman is pacing profusely. "I don't know! She first thought she was Rhaella and now Rhaegar? What is going on?" She ponders out loud with great worry. "Who are you, my lady? You look familiar..." I ask while clutching my head. She stops pacing and kneels in front of me. "Visenya, I am Daenerys. Please remember," she says with a quivering voice. Another wave of pain comes over me. My head is killing me. "My head... please make them stop!" I groan.