There was a small embarrassed smile as he was turned back towards the mirror and he thought back to how he would do this very thing for Daenerys growing up and it brought back a mixture of good and bad memories. At the mention of Illyrio, Viserys frowned as he inspected her handiwork and gave a approving nod. “Yes, they took too much off but it’ll grow back” He replied “How long shall I grow it dear sister? As long as yours or perhaps a bit shorter?” He laughed, a low chuckle coming through though it was short lived.
As she spoke of her dragons, Viserys was still taking in the sights and beauty of the pyramid and gave nods to her instructions. He imagined the dragons of the past as they grew smaller had been more manageable and less terrifying, no more annoying than a dog. But these…The two dragons curled up were already a sight to see and it was close to bringing Viserys to tears and he was breathless.
And than there was Drogon, rising to meet his mother and he watched as the dragons moved and interacted and watched Dany touch the one she called Drogon and he felt as he was dreaming still, like he couldn’t breathe even if he had air forced inside his lungs. Viserys slowly put his hand out and placed it as was directed and ever so softly moved it up and down and that’s when he felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried not to get too choked up with emotions but he took a closer step getting bold now as he imagined the future that these dragons brought and meant for not only them but for himself and Daenerys.
He felt Drogon huff as Viserys scratched his nose and a bright smile came to his face. “They’re beautiful Dany. Gorgeous.They are truly powerful and fearsome creatures yet I can sense their loyalty to you, their love. Drogon and you share quite the bond.” Viserys told her still in awe of the dragons and he pulled his hand back as Drogon shifted more.
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He was bathed and while he didn’t soak for as long as he would have liked he was glad for the warm clean water and the idea of having a new set of clothes soon was a nice thought, though he tried not to get self-conscious of his appearance around the unknown person, wondering how they would see the male Targaryen, he knew he was a bit more lanky than his sister and had lost just a bit of weight during his travel to Meereen and than he had dinner and it was just as their lunch had been, casual and informative.
And all too soon night came and so he fell asleep in what would be his chambers for the time being, the bed was a bit hard compared to what he had been used to with Illyrio but it wasn’t as bad as sleeping with the Dothraki had been that was for sure. In his sleep he dreamed of dragons and Dany, her descriptions of riding Drogon fuled his own dreams until in his dream he fell off the dragon, plumpeting and yet never reaching the ground and he woke with a start, feeling soft hands upon his face.
A mix of shock and fear in his eyes as they opened, his breathing hitched as he realized he wasn’t falling and he was safe and then closed briefly at the sound of Daenerys’s voice. “Dany” He spoke as he looked at her, noticing how she was dressed and the gown reminded him of one she wore back in Pentos. He sat up, the sheets falling away from his bare chest and he placed a hand on her face, touching her just to make sure he still wasn’t dreaming and his nightmare had turned into a dream.
She was here and he was awake, it was clear as he felt the warmth from her face and he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Good morning sister.” He purred as he slowly got up from the bed, his hand trailed off her face and down her shoulder briefly as he spotted a new set of clothes that had been set out for him and he slipped into them with ease, not bashing an eyelash at the fact he was changing, practically naked in front of Dany. “They fit perfectly…” He was amazed at how the fabric felt against his skin and how it was just right in the size after years of having clothing too tight or too big though the years.
“Have you come to wake me so I can meet your dragons?” He asked as he turned around to face her as he was done admiring his appearance in the mirror, fixing his hair and trying to decide if he wanted to braid it or not.
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“We cannot change the past and I will not linger in it’s foul depths for only madness lies there, Viserys,” Dany told him, tilting her head to press her temple to his cheek. “I want to know who you are now so let us start anew.”
“What kind of adjustments would you make?” He asked, now invested in hearing about her plans for new laws and a new way of life. “You do realize the people of Westeros will have a hard to adjusting to such vast differences. Changing slavery over night didn’t work out too well, due to the attempts on your life and rebellion, and it would be the same in Westeros.” He reminded his sister though he had an idea that she knew that would be the case. “some things will be easier to change quicker….and of course I’ll stand by your side. We’re all we have left of family, of each other. I mean for us to be together for as long as fate will allow it.” He told her, shocked that she would think that he didn’t think anything of her.
“You’ve proven yourself to be more than to be seen as just a woman, Daenerys.” He made it a point for her to know that he saw her differently and would treat her as such. “I spent so much time looking to the past while wishing for a future that would come…Wanting the past to be the future.” Viserys gave a deep sigh and leaned his head on hers for a moment. “I can’t promise you that I’m not the same person I was before we parted ways, I cannot promise that there won’t so rage creeping in from time to time…” He took his head away from hers and went round to look at her, squatting down so he was more level with her.
“After I heard news of your death….my rage was burning hot and Illyrio saw the brunt of it but after the initial rage my grief quelled the fire inside. The immense loneliness I felt made me spiral into self reflection and I realized how horrible I had been to you and it hurt to know that it had been, at the time to my knowledge…that your last moments would have been thoughts and memories of my cruelty.” He glanced down at his hands wringing them together as he spoke. “But what I can promise is that i’m trying. I’ve changed and maybe not one hundred percent and I trust you will call me out if my behavior is out of line.”
Viserys slowly stood to his full height and took some of the food and began to ate, tasting the deliciousness that had been provided and a smile came to his lips. “Even illyrio couldn’t provide such lush fruits. It’s a shame we’ll have to leave this place so-” He was interrupted by one of Daenerys’s handmaidens who had walked in the room, informing her that Viserys’s room was ready. “Oh wonderful, that was fast!”
Curiously the raven haired lady looked around, never before had she attended a tourney and never before had she been in the capitol. Her father wasn’t too fond it, or rather the people you could find here, for his distaste for the ruling family was more than just well-known.
Rhaegar held a tourney to celebrate his son, Jon’s name day and was presently surprised at the turnout of Lords and Ladies. The King shepard his younger brother onward, and spotted the daughter of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon and an idea sparked as he heard Viserys grumble about not being able to participate in the tourney itself and Rhaegar shook his head and sighed “You may be old enough to do so but you hardly lack the skills to take on Ser Loras or either of the Clegenes. Maybe you could go against one of the houses older lords…Like Waldar Frey. You could best him.” Rhaegar snorted as he joked, and Viserys laughed, finally relenting on the idea.
“Now, go and enjoy yourself. Entertain a lady or something. Just don’t get in trouble.” He told Viserys as he made eye contact with Relena and dipped his head. “Lady Relena? Might I introduce my brother, Viserys.” Viserys bowed slightly as he greeted the Lady and before he knew it he was left alone with her, Rhaegar having quietly excused himself when the crowd cheered loudly for the winner of a joust.
“I’m surprised your father is here this year at the tourney. He generally avoids such invitations.” Viserys started, trying his best to make polite conversation. “Is he in the tourney itself?” It would be a wonder to see the man who was proclaimed to be a grand fighter and see him best against the likes of Ser Jaime and Ser Selmey. “I wish I could be down there right now…”
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