When she came back in the room, he stared at her, confusion marred his face and it continued to be there as she got closer to the bed and his mouth dropped open as she spoke those four words he never expected to hear from her and Viserys was quiet for some time. “You…But I thought- You couldn’t…have…and..” He was going to be a father. Viserys and Daenerys. Parents. Parents of a new rule soon, if the Gods were good and kept blessing them. “The Gods are good, sister. We will take control of the Seven Kingdoms and raise our children, they will be the Prince or Princess of Dragonstone…” Viserys spoke proudly, already envisioning a future for them and their child one where everything went according to plan.

“I am overjoyed. Daenerys. This child will want for nothing. They will not have to flee their home, they will not live as we did growing up”  He crawled closer, his hand pressed against her belly and waited to see if there would be a reaction but he felt nothing but it didn’t lessen his joy. “Do not fret, this child…If you are to be Aegon than this is Aenys or Maegor and let us hope that they are a good mix of both. Strong and kind. Cruel only when needed and willing to make peace when needed.” He rose to his knees, holding her tight and kissed her lips. “Are you…you excited? Are you pleased dear sister? House Targaryen has a new heir. A new start for our house, for us.”