“You could, so easily. Just say the words and it’s done.” Viserys had to admit the girl had guts, she was indeed raised by the Stannis Baratheon. He chuckled as she mentioned the word friends and how they were loyal friends. “They are loyal to the claimant on the throne. Using a young child. Weak and bendable to their manipulations.”
Viserys knew the game of thrones well. A child could be easily thrown into a power position but the King (Or Queen in this case) is just another pawn being moved into place until a better move can be made. Viserys noted the hint of fear that she tried to not show when she asked about the dragon.
“I could. But you are a child. No child deserves to die like that. Not in a brutal and horrific way.” His memory flashed back to the night of the rebellion, when it came to Elia Martell and her children…Aegon, just a babe. “I’ll spare you the mercy your kin did not spare mine, Lady Shireen.” Feet edged closer to the woman, eyeing her as he did so.
“You. You will be a ward. Perhaps married off to the lowest of high lords when you are of age, a Frey should do quiet nicely don’t you think?” Viserys had no intention on killing the young girl, not yet at least, but he reviled in knowing this Queen was just as she presented. A scared child playing pretend.
“But- other’s in your court may not be so lucky to find such luck. Rhaellion has been quiet ravenous as of late.” He stated quickly as he eyed the men around her, they too looked frightened by the thought of a dragon being on top of where they stood. “A war, is something I don’t believe your forces can handle, forgive me if i’m ill-informed but…if you went to war against my sister and I, we’d have quite the advantage, even without the dragons.” He’d been told of the wars fought in recent years, the civil war amongst the lords of Westeros.
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