Jaime was distinctly uncomfortable with the Targaryen’s presence but he masked it just as he’d always done, offering the man a lazy, almost deceptively friendly smile and a shrug. “You may do as you wish. It just depends on whether you plan on doing anything that will make me have to kill you. It’s always a shame for a son to die in the same manner as his father when he had the opportunity to learn from his mistakes…”
“I don’t believe I will Ser. I have learned from my father’s mistakes and I don’t plan on descending into such madness as he did.” Viserys stated before clearing his throat. “I admit I have anger issues but nothing on the scale of ‘Burning all of Kings Landing’ “ Viserys gave a snort as spoke folding his arms over his chest as he looked at Jaime. “I would like us to be on more friendlier terms, Ser Jaime if it were possible.”
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