Another day. Another day gone by and he wondered what had become of his mother and sister. He only heard rumors, some saying Daenerys was being tossed from benefactor to benefactor, being raised by someone who wasn’t him. He should have been with Daenerys but instead he had gotten caught, imprisoned in what had been his own home, by the people who had murdered his family, though he had been given an education alongside the King’s children he was rarely allowed to eat at the same table and he was glad for it. Any time spent in proximity of Robert was too much.
He was dressed in his finest clothes as the new Hand was to come to the keep today, instructed by Cersei to be on his best behavior. When wasn’t the sullen young man misbehaving he had to ask himself. Viserys knew better than to act out as it would mean his head would be taken but how he wanted to strangle the Prince Joffery’s neck. He scowled as he heard the doors open and his glare he shot at the door dissolved as he saw a maiden with red hair enter. She had to be Lord Eddard’s child. A vision of beauty she was, and he felt a twinge of pain for what she would be unknowingly be married off to.
“Lady Sansa…welcome to King’s Landing” He greeted her, crossing the room to meet her, giving a small bow. “I’m Viserys Targayren”
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