Relena rolled her eyes as soon as those creatures were mentioned. Life on the wall must be quite boring and only being among men probably made it worse, coming up with foolish tales was something she could ignore, but coming to court pretending they were true, that was utter foolishness. The boy could consider himself luck that he was the child of her Hand, or else she would have dismissed him right away. “Do you truly believe this is the right moment to speak about fairytale?”, the young stag questioned, her gaze falling upon the younger ladies at the table and then moving towards her uncle, before her eyes meet Viserys’ again. “And you truly wish to leave court to go chasing after fairytale creatures that were invented to scare children?”, the young queen questioned, a light frown appearing on her forehead while she spoke. She had an idea why his sister wanted to join Jon Snow, but it certainly wasn’t to go find these White Walkers, or however he called them.
“You are a guest at court, therefore you are free to do as you please…”, she mumbled, leading her cup to her lips once more. If he wished to waste his time beyond the wall he could do so, but the raven haired woman was sure that he wouldn’t find much there except for snow and ice and if he was lucky a few wild animals.
“Though I hope you will not be too disappointed if the only thing you return with is a cold.”
With the dinner nearing it’s end, Viserys had taken notice of Relena’s reaction to his words more intently then he would have had earlier. “Well…” He started,even though he knew he would reply no. But what other time than now would he ask of it? Dany wanted to leave soon and this was a prime moment they were in the same room together. “People didn’t believe dragons would come back. Anything is possible” he reminded Relena again, still unsure about the whole thing himself but he wanted to see it to be true, that and to look after his sister.
“Yes, lets hope.” He agreed solemnly as he pushed the plate of cake away, suddenly not in the mood for sweets, Stannis and family excusing themselves, Lord Stark did as well after lingering a few more minutes, leaving Viserys and Relena alone. A quick glance at Relena as he stood, giving her a small nod of the head. “Try to miss me?” He asked her, a slight twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, a smile too big and bright on his face as his mind clouded. Why would she miss him? If he did die she wouldn’t have to worry about marriage or children. She’d be better off without him, no worries of dragons taking the throne.
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There wasn’t many of them on this expedition north, Viserys soon came to realize as he and Dany rode off on their dragons, Rhaegal flying beside it’s siblings towards the wall. Drogon had known Jon’s scent the best out of the dragons and led the way to where Jon and his companions stood off against the dead. And the dead were real. Blue flesh and cold dead eyes that chilled Viserys to the bone. The dragons flames did wonders at clearing the dead away, Daenerys getting close enough to try to get to Jon as the others had gotten on Drogon.
Viserys and Rhaellion making a path to Drogon and keeping the White Walkers at bay while the captured member of the dead army was secured. But then Rhaellion was struck. One too many times and the great dragon started to falter in the sky. Viserys felt his heart beating out of his chest as he held on for dear life as he and his dragon began to plummet out of the sky and down into the icy depths below, he remembered screaming, his life flashing before his eyes and as his head hit the ice as the two dragons fell into the water he remembered thinking maybe a crown of molton gold would have been a faster, easier way to go then drowning.
Viserys had nearly drown in the icy waters beyond the wall had it not been for Jon and Benjen, the bastard had made sure Viserys was brought back as well, the whole time checking to see if he was alive or just dead weight. But he still held a pulse, despite the lack of movement and bleeding head that had been poorly attended to as Jon rode to eastwatch, nearly half dead himself from the encounter of walkers and ice water.
Once back on the boat, Viserys was bundled up in furs and a maester attended to him stating to Daenerys that her brother was not dead but was just unconsciousness and he should wake up soon. Only soon didn’t happen a few days later or even when they brought Viserys back to Kings Landing, his body placed in his bed in his room. At one point Pycelle thought Viserys was starting to come out of it but soon declared him to be in a coma as his head wounds and the like began to heal. It had been nearly two weeks before Viserys woke up, his mind foggy and the feeling of death still caught in his lungs, gasping for air suddenly, his chest hurting as he did so as if it had been his last. “Rhaellion!” He tried to yell, his voice not nearly up to the task came out hoarse and his eyes darted around him as he took in his surroundings. Where was his dragon? Was Dany alright? Jon? had they brought back the beast? countless thoughts plagued him as he tried to get up more than once, failing each time he tried to push himself out of the bed until he fell on the floor with a loud thud.
He managed to drag himself up off the ground, staggering around the keep to the dragon pit, glad to have been clothed decently as he had nearly fallen more than once as he finally got to the pit he called out again and he waited. No answer, no sign of life as he called out again, his eyes leaking with tears as he tried to shake the reality of what had happened. It was than that the little strength he had left vanished and he collapsed, weeping for his dragon as his face hit the snow, making him aware of how cold it was here and strangely enough how warm it was here than at the wall.
The crunch of snow beneath shoes was heard and Viserys didn’t dare look up. Part of him hoping it was Rhaellion, that his dragon was actually alive, and the other part out of embarrassment for here he was a weak man sobbing for such a terrible beast laying in the snow. He knew how it must have looked to the other person but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to stop crying as he felt his face get warmer, no longer was his body in the snow and he wasn’t sure if he had done so or not. “Dany. Is Dany…She’s alive…she, she has to be.” He couldn’t bare to think of his sister dead. Viserys couldn’t handle losing his family like that. He was the older brother, he was supposed to care for Daenerys, he had raised her himself. If she was gone…
Violet eyes finally opened up fully, puffy and red from crying as he realized he was talking to Relena. Least it was she that had found him and not someone else. That was at least a comforting thought. He wanted to latch on to her, to know that this harsh reality was real and not some nightmare but he held back, his body still convulsing with shock as he took in ragged breaths of air. “This is the nice part of the nightmare right?” He asked in between breaths as he tried to calm himself down. “Right before I wake up…” Tears ran down his cheeks once more. He knew it was not a dream, the longer he felt his body react to the grave situation of nearly having had died himself and his dragon drying. “Relena…” His voice was now barley a whisper as he curled up, his knees to his chest as hung his head, silver hair making him look more disheveled than he already was. Her name spoken but nothing came after it as he wiped away the tears.
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