They were so different. He had a hard time keeping most of his emotions in while she held on to them tightly. “It’s okay to let them out. The memories…not all of them were bad, right?” He asked, still surprised at the softness in his voice, the tenderness he held in his heart for his sister. Viserys was still working on being a better, different person and while he wanted to shake her and tell her to just let everything out and stop hiding he knew just how destructive that could be in the end if one wasn’t careful.
“I know I would have. If he was anything like you were as a babe. Well..a toddler. Babies cry and whine too much.” He mused as he cautiously took another spoonful of soup. “Will Ser Jorah be joining us or-?” Viserys still was unsure of the mans whereabouts and he was secretly hoping he was gone. “I never quite liked him if I may be frank Daenerys. Never approved of his leering ways. Who cooked this meal by the way? It is delicious”
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