She was here. Viserys was overwhelmed with emotions as Dany came down to where he was at and felt her touch, the feeling of just her arms around him made everything just that more solidified as he grinned as she placed kisses on him and he returned the affection. She gave orders to servants and he took that moment to fully take in the chamber he was in. It was quite beautiful and nothing he had ever seen before in Essos or Westeros.
He followed her wishes and stood to his full height and moved his cheek towards her fingers, wishing for more contact as though he had been without human touch all his life. He followed her into the library and spotted the wine and food that had been left near a sitting area, purple hued eyes scanning the room and taking in the massive size and details. “It’s beautiful here, you’ve made quite a place for yourself, I’m told you sport quite the array of tittles, Dany.” He was quite impressed by them if he was being honest. She had proven to be a tremendous leader and do something he didn’t know if even he could achieve.
“Where to even begin….” A half laugh came out as he tried to think of what to even say now that they were alone, his brain still processing the reality of the situation. “I went back to Illyrio, the ships have been ready for a while and after I got word of Drogo’s death…I assumed the worst of you after I got no word on you. Then I got news of the uprisings after the Usupers death, War of the Five Kings is what it’s been dubbed. I decided to wait it out, but than I got news of you, here, in Meereen!” Viserys explained as he went to the carved out window and looked at the city from above before he turned back to face Daenerys and sat down, glancing at the food before deciding he wasn’t hungry just yet.
“We both thought each other dead…You know, they say a Targaryen alone in the world is the terrible thing’ and they are correct, it was the worst feeling, perhaps even more so than when we lost father, Rhaegar and mother….” He felt older and perhaps a bit more wiser since his time back in Pentos, taking his time to read up more on the current affairs and situations of the houses in Westeros but he could only imagine how wise and grown up Dany had become since she’d been on her own, running and surviving with more people than just one to count on her for their survival.
“Tell me of your travels, if you wish to spare some details, i won’t pry further into them.” He mentioned, fearing some to be horrid for her to relive, he had known from experience that first few months on their own with no one to help and protect them had been one of the worst times in his young life, least running into exile with his mother and afterwords with Darry he had had someone with him, an adult. He didn’t wish to think back to that time any more than he had to.
“You’ve three beautiful dragons, they’re quite exquisite. The black one reminds me of the stories of Balerion. He’s not even fully grown is he?” The wonder at just how much bigger he could get, after already exceeding the dragons before their extinction by at least tripled in size, Dany’s dragon had to be at least half the size of Balerion when fully grown if not less.
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