“Viserys, what was Mother like?” the young girl asked her elder brother.
“Kind. Beautiful. But…”
Viserys paused wanting to shield Daenerys from the truth as long as possible as their mother had tried to shield him from their father. “She didn’t have the best life but her children…They despite how they came to be and the ones she lost along the way…she loved Rhaegar and I and I know she would have loved you.” There was a hint of bitterness in his tone as he reminded himself that they were alone, she’d never grow up with their mother and he was left begging for some semblance of a life because she had entered the world.
“Mother tried to keep me from father as much as possible, from the ugly truths about himself. You resemble her quite a bit, actually.” Viserys rattled off as he glanced at Dany, trying his best to give a smile and not feel anger towards his sister. “She sang me to sleep. The same one I sang to you when you were younger.”
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