“There is no madness in wanting you to be happy after all you have suffered, brother. I want to give you that,” Daenerys replied with a small shake of her head. If this Dorne Princess could give him that, then she would plaster a smile on her face, but Viserys continues and her heart skips a beat to know that the Princess is not what he wants. Daenerys will do everything she can to find him the right bride, of course, but there’s a deep satisfaction to learn that Allyria will not be among the choices. There’s something slick and scheming about the girl that Daenerys doesn’t trust and the servants have told her about the Princess’s many ‘guests’ to her rooms. If Viserys lay with her, there would be no way to know if a child was his and that was a risk they couldn’t take. Her brother deserved someone who was true to him.
His low growl sent a shiver down her spin, but it was the gentle pressure of his fingers on hers that has Dany’s hand unclenching, fingers curling around his as her amethyst gaze lifts. Since their reunion in Meereen, the gaunt lines of his face have filled out and she’s very aware of his proximity, of the warmth of his lips on her cheek. “I’m not naive to what men desire, brother. She is a beautiful woman from a Great House. There’s no foolishness in being aware of that, ” Daenerys pointed out with a heavy sigh. Allyria was the complete package, all the things Dany couldn’t be. Her rule would continue to be a lonely one, but at least she could give Viserys more. “There is no reason to extend her stay and I have a request I would like you to consider that will alleviate your boredom. I would like you to train with Grey Worm, privately in Aegon’s gardens. Our brother, Rhaegar, trained with the very best swordsmen, after all. This is not a matter of pride – I do not want you to be at the mercy of your guards, as our father was.”
He knew he should have been wanting someone like Allyria, not only beautiful and of a Great House but also one that could produce an heir and his true heir unlike Allyria, for if he slept with her he would be another mark on her headboard and one she could toy with for longer than others. He knew he had an obligation to his house and his family to continue it on for a family of his own and yet…
He pulse quickened as she started to speak about knowing what men desired and for a moment he thought she knew what he was getting at and than it returned to a relative normal pace once she brought up Grey Worm and training, which was not a bad idea at all. He’d have to become better with a sword if he was to defend his name and his House no matter their army size or dragons. “Of course, I shall do so. I assume you’ve already talked with Grey Worm about this and it’s been arranged.” Viserys was thrown back a bit by her gesture but was thankful nonetheless for it and figured there would be no better time than the present to get started on training, after all one day late in anything on the battle field and you were dead. Least that’s something of what he could vaguely recall Ser Darry speaking of. “If you’ll excuse me” Viserys excused himself, leaving the room soon after he gave a short dip of his head and left, seeing Allyria waiting for him in the same room, trying to call him closer and looking divine though a bit too obvious on her wants and he shook his head. and kept going to Aegon’s gardens and met with Grey Worm.
The training was more intensive than he had thought it would be and he had to remind Grey Worm, thankfully, only once, that he wasn’t like him or the other Unsullied given their radically different childhoods and Grey Worm eased up on the training. Giving Viserys a small break now and than as they trained or rather, Viserys fumbled with the sword for the first twenty minutes and slowly got more control and was blocking Grey Worm’s parrys and slight of attacks while he had had him distracted by another movement. “You’re getting better.” Grey Worm spoke, giving Viserys a nod of approval when Viserys had landed a hit on Grey Worms’s sword arm. But that wasn’t the end of the training. Grey Worm had wanted him to do more physical training as well, putting him in Unsullied armour and having him get used to the weight as well as a many other things.
This continued on for a good few weeks until Viserys was able to physically wear the armor and move at a decent speed and wield a sword decently in combat. His last session of the day left him with more energy than he had thought for and took adrenaline into consideration and Grey Worm praised Viserys for now being able to at least defend himself against one solider and would be excited to see him improve more. Viserys though had thought one solider was enough but he knew that he wouldn’t always be up against one person. But for today the training was over and he removed the armor and felt lighter and he glanced up at the sky realizing it had turned to dusk and night was soon to fall.
He found Allyria Martell waiting for him and Viserys who was now shirtless and slight muscles where there had been none before glistened in the nearing moonlight. “Allyria.” He beagn in a hushed tone “You’re beautiful but we both know you have an appetite that will not be satiated after a marriage.” Allyria gave a surprising acknowledgment of that and said she had left one of her guests in her room anyways and left, nearly forgetting to cover herself before her exited the tight corridor to that led to his room and Daenerys’s.
His fingers grasped the door knob and he walked into the room and a soft smile curled on his lips as he spotted just the person he wanted to see and walked further into Daenerys’s room, softly closing the door behind him and going to where she was barely registering her state of dress as the night had drawn closer. “Dany” He whispered, not wanting to speak any louder and frighten her if she hadn’t noticed his presence. “Grey Worms training has been wonderful! I can now successfully defend myself against one person. Though he is unsatisfied and I think he means for me to take on ten Unsullied at some point” Viserys chuckled. “I’d love to see any knight present or past fight against Grey Worm in a tourney. They’d all lose. Well, maybe not at jousting…” He mused before he shook his head and his gaze fell on her figure and he motioned to his own figure, showing off a bicep proudly. “Look, feel it, I have actual muscle now”
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