They were going to marry. Viserys was going to be husband and father. Something he never thought he would achieve in his life, just like coming home to Westeros. But what he couldn’t imagine was traders coming into Dragonstone and assassins and other hired thugs being among their number.
He was glad that Daenerys had had him train with Grey Worm and he worked with Unsullied and Dothraki to defend Dragonstone, those that were still at Dragonstone and not away at holds and other places. He was doing well until he noticed the larger number of assassins were heading to where Daenerys was, talking no doubt with her favored female advisor and friend about the discussed wedding plans and Viserys charged forward, feeling his blood boiling as he plunged his sword into one of their backs and the closer they got to her the more Viserys’s anger grew.
There wasn’t a moment where his eyes weren’t clouded by bloodlust as he fought hearing the Dothraki behind him rage on through the battle. As one assassin had opened the door to Daenerys, Viserys tackled the man, his sword being flung aside, tumbling and struggling with the man as Viserys managed to straddle him and his fists hit the man, smashing his face in with his hands, the Dothraki who had finished off the rest of the man looked on,
Jhogo
being among them, placing a hand to stop the others as Viserys kept beating the man to a blood pulp, the face of the man had been beaten in so far that it hardly could tell who it had been.
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and Viserys leaned back, fists bloodied from not only his blood but his victims, blood everywhere on his person and Jhogo went to Viserys before the Targaryen fell to one side, the adrenaline having left his body now that the threat had been dealt with. “Daenerys. Dany. Are you okay?” He asked as he pushed himself back to his full height, staggering a bit as he put his hand briefly on Jhogo’s arm to let him know that he would be fine. “Anah
davrae. Jhogo.” Viserys spoke his best Dothraki as he stumbled towards the woman. “No one hurt either of you?”
Before either of them could reply Viserys dashed out of the room, his blood still calling for more blood to be spilt as he went outside the gates he caught Viserion in the distance and he called out the dragon who in turn swooped down to meet Viserys, wondering what Viserys wanted until he smelt the blood and Viserys climbed on his back, the ‘traders’ ships were trying to leave but Viserys would not let them and he commanded Viserion “Dracarys” and suddenly the ship was on fire and the screams carried in the air. Viserys returned to Dragons tone and only got down from Viserion when Daenerys came outside.
“Air it out than” he tried once more before she used logic on him and he grumbled. “Doesn’t have to be a grand show…You’re father will give you away,” Brandon started to explain “and we get married here, in the Godswood, with the heart tree, in the sight of the Gods and than after words are exchanged, much shorter in length than those in the Sept and there is no priest. You are asked if you accept your husband, once you say yes we join hands and kneel before the tree. I remove my cloak after your maiden cloak and place it over you and than carry you off to the feast. That’s where most of the people will be and after the feast is…well” He gave a gesture to Jon and coughed “You know…”
“I know, I know you’re not.” He told her before she spoke of the Seven. “How would you like a small sept, for your Seven Gods. I know you don’t worship the Old Gods, nor do i expect you to follow them as you have your own Gods.” He told her as he had just had the idea and decided upon it. “And one bachelor. Benjen is going to the wall soon and shouldn’t marry. Eddard will be wed off to a noble woman soon, who I don’t know.”
I don’t think many people realize how evil Judge Frollo is, it’s not about him killing Quasimodo’s mother or trying to kill the gypsies, it’s more about him not realizing that he’s bad or doing anything wrong, he actually thinks that he’s a ’righteous’ man, that he’s doing everything good and that god will award him for his good deeds and punish Esmeralda for her bad deeds, and the way he convinces Quasi that he’s ’ugly and deformed’, Frollo can be anyone among us now !
i love that charles dickens got paid by the word. like i cant even be mad when he’s boring and long-winded bc i would do xactly the same??? i wouldnt use contractions or colours at all. want to say the word red? too bad. we r now only using “the colour of freshly-spilled blood on snow; the hue of the horizon when the sun sets over the deserts of sub-saharan Africa” BOOM guess who can afford 2 eat now: me and my boi dickens
What I love about Alexandre Dumas, in contrast, is he got paid by the line. So it’s not really wordy, it more like 80% dialogue which makes it sound pretty modern but also ends up like-
Goldnwulf 