Daenerys smiled as he brother began to eat, beginning to eat herself. Missandei was always a wonderful cook. She could tell he hadn’t eaten in a long while, but she could tell that he didn’t want to be rude and scarf it all down at once, even though it was just the two of them. Her brother seemed happy. However, when Viserys mentioned the lack of Drogo’s appearance, her expression slowly faded and she stopped eating for the moment.
“Yes, Khal Drogo did…die, Viserys,” Daenerys finally said, her voice quiet. The room was so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping. “It was tragic. I wanted him back so badly. I had a witch try and bring him back with blood magic, but he was just in a vegetative state and I couldn’t let him suffer, so I-” Daenerys stopped herself short, not wanting to bring up that horrible night. It was as if she hadn’t heard the question about the baby because she didn’t answer that.
Viserys nearly dropped his spoon at his sisters words. He couldn’t quite believe it. Khal Drogo was indeed dead. She had involved a witch no less and Viserys had wished he had been there, maybe he would have tried to stop her from getting such a vile creatures help. “Blood magic” He nearly scoffed as the words came out, more disbelief than meaning to sound rude to her, he knew what that had meant and seeing as she was still here as were her dragons that must have meant she had unknowingly traded one life for another. He had heard tales of such things when Daenerys was younger and they wondered the streets. He too had almost dabbled in such things, if only to get Ser Darry back but the cost was not one he had been willing to pay.
“I’m sure he would have wanted that. I could not see Khal Drogo being okay with being..Nevermind.” He shook his head now torn between wanting to comfort her and atone for everything no matter how awkward it would be and scarfing down his food or taking it with him to leave her be
“Dany. I am so so sorry for the losses you’ve gone through…I-” He had
no words, all the words that wanted to come would be meaningless should
have and if i could haves. Words that couldn’t bring the dead back.
.
At this rate he felt he had soured the mood and had no way of getting it out of the low point. “You were alone…No brother or husband. Yet you prospered. Blossomed, look at you, just like your dragons. Fierce and capable of doing anything. I a truly sorry you had to go through that alone, Dany. I know you had Ser Jorah, which is some what of a comfort” Though at the mention of Jorah there was a tone of bitterness and hate. He never liked the way that man looked at Dany. He’d rather have the Khalassar have her than that old bear.
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