“Yes, did you?” He asked as he laced his fingers with hers as she talked of Euron Greyjoy and how he was leaving Viserion here.  “I always worry about you. Mother of Dragons or Khalessi of the Great Army, it matters not. I’m your older brother. It’s my job. But yes, I shall take your place.” Viserys assured his sister as he trailed his hand up and down her back absent mildly.

“No more? Are you sure? ten is quite a bit but five seems a bit low. What if there’s more forces than we thought for? Euron’s fleet as a distraction?” He warned, not wanting to push anything and argue but it was always a possibility. I can get Allyria to stop her evasiveness.” He offered before placing a kiss on her hand as it moved his hair away. “You forget I too was and am Westerosi since  I was eight, nearing nine.” Viserys sighed as he sat up more. “Yes, we are not them but they are not us.” He warned Daenerys once again. “You should get ready than, as should I.” Viserys slowly shifted more while he wanted to stay in bed with her all day he knew that they couldn’t do that in reality, they had too many obligations. “I enjoyed last night.” He mentioned casually as he leaned in to kiss her lips softly and quickly before he made his way out of the bed and gathered his clothes from the night before, slipping them on with ease.

He knew soon Grey Worm would be waiting for him so he made his leave, in a wonderful mood that had been in part to his night with Daenerys and they cut their training short so Viserys could get ready for the meetings and change into new clothes and he watched for Missandei’s reactions and listened to Olenna Tyrell and glanced at the Dornish Princess as she spoke still not saying anything on sending soldiers.  “Lady Olenna, we shall not send ten thousand Unsullied,” he began, noting the approval on Missandei’s face before turning to slight confusion as Viserys went on “We shall send six thousand. No more.” Lady Olenna seemed not quite pleased with the number and he could tell she was about to argue before Viserys cut her off. “Lady Tyrell, do not forget you came to us and we are sending our army to protect High Garden.” Olenna seemed to quiet down and accepted the negotiation with no more qualm.

“Princess Allyria, you will send your soldiers from Dorne to aid us.” The Princess seemed shocked by the demand and he could see it clear as day on her face. “You have been here and offering your support and while your words mean well to our cause but it will do nothing to aid the war. After all your Uncle Obyren got himself killed using more words than actions fighting the Mountain.”   It was a low blow he knew, but he knew that he and Dany, more so Dany was angered by how the Dorne Princess didn’t give the support that was required and so drastic actions were needed. Viserys found the faces of everyone in the meeting room were left shocked that he had gone to that point and he could see form the corner of his eye Missandei trying to work out damage control but Allyria’s steely gaze held to Viserys’s and she gave a long sigh before agreeing to actually do something and send for her men to join. “Thank you, Princess. Now, if that’s all I shall commence this meeting.”

Missandei spoke with him though the halls as they walked outside of Dragonstone and gave him counsel and he shrugged his shoulders. “It may not have been what Dany would have done but that just means we are not the same and have differing way of handling things.” The advisor couldn’t argue about their differences and eventually they parted ways after speaking more and Viserys spotted Viserion in the near distance and made his way to the cream dragon and scratched his scales gingerly before the dragon knelt down and Viserys climbed on top the dragom, both now looking for Daenerys and the other two dragons. What he didn’t expect was for Viserion to take off and greet the dragons and his mother. They hadn’t done much if any flying together, just recetly becoming bonded but not like Drogon and Dany had so this was all new for Viserys and while it was exhilarating to be up so far in the air he couldn’t help but feel sick and he lurched as he tried to stay on Viserion as it flew, before following them back down to the ground.

“Next time warn me before you do that” Viserys snapped at the dragon as he stumbled down, glaring back as he made his way to Daenerys and the dragon just chuffed at him annoyed that Viserys was angry with him. “So, are we having cooked squid for dinner?” Viserys asked, a smirk on his face as he tried to ignore the queasy feeling in his stomach.

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