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@notenoughmuses

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…”

@lastxdragon

There had been a letter sent for Viserys shortly after Daenerys had announced her pregnancy and it had come from
Illyrio

telling him that his ships were ready and he was to come back and prepare everything for their departure. Viserys wanted to take Daenerys with him but he also knew from Ser Jorah that the Dothraki would be hard pressed to get on ships let alone across water.

So, he left before Daenerys had her ceremony with the barbaric acts of eating a horses heart. The Dothraki for all their use were truly a culture that he felt wouldn’t adapt well to Westerosi culture and were better suited to living here. Viserys said his goodbyes and left, knowing the journey was going to take some time Ser Jorah had made sure to hire a person at the markets to help Viserys transverse his way back to Illyrio.

It took a few months but he had made it back and had also inspected the ships seeing that they were in fine shape and had heard more news of Westeros and that King Robert was dead. Killed in a hunting accident and now his son, a child was ruling. This would make taking over Westeros even easier now that there was a war breaking out and talks of who should rule instead of a rumored child of siblings who weren’t even married. Viserys had also learned while he was in Pentos of the great Khal Drogo’s death and while he hadn’t word of his sister he feared the worst, knowing the heathens and how they struggled for power.

Viserys stayed in Pentos, mourning his sister and the life they could have had in Westeros while the war in Westeros raged on, biding his time to strike. The Starks were in dissaray, scattered and dead, too many other Great Houses had lost members and some houses had become extinct. But than news of dragons and a woman conquer came though to him, not by Illyrio himself but from people passing by. Daenerys? It had to be. What other woman with dragons would there be? He asked for more information when he could and had pieced together a rough idea of where she would be and he was led to Meereen.

Viserys felt foolish, going to Meereen to see if these rumours were true. How could she be alive? Daenerys hadn’t been the most hardy of stock nor strong. She’d been meek and fearful though she had started to show signs of becoming a fighter, of being stronger but there was no way she had survived the Dothraki aftermath of Khal Drogo’s army. But once he saw a black dragon, bigger than he would have expected to see, a glimmer of hope rose up in his chest. Maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the only Targaryen left in the world now. He still had Daenerys and she had dragons. Soon as he reached the cities gates he was taken a hold of by the guards and he requested a meeting with their leader. They had to know about his sister. Perhaps Dany was in with the leader and was making plans herself.

He waited for a long time before he was allowed to even see the leader and his mouth dropped open as his eyes stared at the figure coming towards him and he ran towards it, tears filling his vision as the guards blocked his path and he shouted her name. She was here. She was alive. Relief filled him as he took in her figure. She stood before him, looking stronger than ever, beautiful and regal. A true Queen and a reminder of their mother, except this time it was a better memory and not one of pain. “Dany…you’re alive.” He sank to his knees as the guards tried to push him away with their crossed spears as to dissuade him from moving any closer. “I thought you dead.”

unbcrnt:

@notenoughmuses

“Viserys, do you like the dress Mommy made for me?” the young princess asked her brother excitedly. The siblings and their mother had reached Dorne from Dragonstone and Daenerys had never seen a more beautiful place in her life.

Viserys looked at the incoming blur that was Daenerys as he tried not to jump having not expected her to come up to him so excited. “Are you sure you didn’t make it? Mom can do way better. You shouldn’t be allowed to hold a needle” He told her as he turned his attention to the Dornish landscape. It had been a long trip from Dragonstone and Viserys was afraid that every day his mother and their own lives would be taken from them despite his mothers reassurance that everything would be okay once they were able to reach Dorne. “We’re to meet with the Dornish Prince’s and Princess’s don’t you have anything better to wear?”

We’re a secret

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Jasmine smiled and had to hold back a laugh as she saw the face he had made when she called him out by his hair. She waited until he came close, before setting the goblet down for him to fill. “Viserys.” His name rolled off her tongue so easily, warm like honey. She moved closer, cupping his face between her hands, stroking his heated skin.

“I know your name, but they can’t know that I do, you know that. For me to call your name so easily, it will cause rumors.” The warmth was spreading through her, and she was finding it harder and harder to resist. So she moved closer, pressing her lips to his soft skin. “If I had it my way, you would always be close by. So we wouldn’t have to hide as much.”

The princess knew it was wrong, this relationship, but she loved it too much. She loved how he made her feel. It had started not too long after he came here. Jasmine had been all too curious about the man, and one day, she found herself pressed against him. Her lips locked over his, and she couldn’t draw away easily. “Drink up, you look like you could use some.” Jasmine then laid back on the pillow, watching him.

She was so warm and inviting, it was hard not to wonder what effect she had on him for all these months and when she said his name he felt his heart skip a beat. His name had made him touch starved in a way. He rarely heard it and he longed to hear it come from Jasmine’s lips so when she pressed her lips against his skin he found his hands moving to bring her closer to him and pressed his lips to her forehead. This was the little power he could find here in this country, the little freedom he had beyond that of a royal slave.

“I would love that as well Jasmine.” He replied as he looked at her, he never thought he would find love here not in his situation nor happiness. He still wasn’t sure how and when it had started but he had noticed how she had looked at him when he was first brought to the palace and slowly over time, over small fleeting looks and touches that brushed or lingered for far too long and he covered her lips with his greedily, pushing for another moment longer before she drew away and he did as she said, drinking from a goblet and tasting the sweet drink.

It was almost as sweet as Dornish wine and it brought back memories of home and he wondered what Daenerys was doing now but pushed her out of his mind as he sauntered closer to the Princess, extending his hand to give her, her goblet before he laid down to join her “You know back home I’m a Prince…well, a King. My father and brother killed and our tittles usurped from the throne by rebels, my pregnant mother and I forced to flee to safety. She died giving birth to my sister, Daenerys.” He didn’t speak of home often but he’d been feeling home sick as of late and wanted to tell someone his story, his culture and life.

We’re a secret

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@notenoughmuses

Jasmine sighed softly as she laid out on her floor pillow. Her body stretched out, resting perfectly, curves resting in the cushions. She was already filling the warmth, a warmth she was too familiar with. It was the feeling she got fo the man she was watching work just outside her window.

A warm smile spreading across her lips, Viserys had not been here long at all. A little less than a year, but he worked always nearby during the day. THen at night, he was to keep watch outside her room. If he was ever not doing as he was told by her, or her father, he would be in trouble.

After all, he was sold to them, and he got a kinder role than most. All because he had caught Jasmine’s eye. The princess licked her lips before sitting up and nodded at her ladies. They knew it meant she was needing time alone and hurried away. Most of the time they just went to take their much-needed break, and the princess was fine with that.

The kind woman looked around before she sat up. She tapped her goblet twice, the metal echoing out into the garden. “White-haired one, I need more to drink.” She called out, using as an excuse to have him come to her. They would be hidden by the thin curtains, he could come to her here.

He’d nearly died, managing to somehow get free of the Dothraki’s grasp and ran towards freedom as he realized his sister would not give him mercy. He’d wondered long and far and eventually was picked up by slavers and sold to a foreign country and he had no idea what was going on as he was pushed towards a male and led to a odd shaped palace and was given to the ruling family which was the Sultan and his daughter.

Fast forward almost a year and he had picked up a great deal of the language and culture and had realized his lot in life had been better than some of the slaves that had been sold. Viserys felt it similar to how he had grown up and also how he had lived with Dany before he had married her off to Khal Drogo. He had some extra luxuries with the Princess and he didn’t mind them at all.

He made a face as she addressed him as ‘White-haired’ and the once proud Targaryen ventured fourth to where the desert Princess was hidden, holding the jug of drink ready to fill her goblet with it as he noted the ladies had left leaving them alone. “You do know I have a name.” He stated a bit grumpily as his violet eyes looked at her.

They were so different. He had a hard time keeping most of his emotions in while she held on to them tightly. “It’s okay to let them out. The memories…not all of them were bad, right?” He asked, still surprised at the softness in his voice, the tenderness he held in his heart for his sister. Viserys was still working on being a better, different person and while he wanted to shake her and tell her to just let everything out and stop hiding he knew just how destructive that could be in the end if one wasn’t careful.

“I know I would have. If he was anything like you were as a babe. Well..a toddler. Babies cry and whine too much.” He mused as he cautiously took another spoonful of soup. “Will Ser Jorah be joining us or-?” Viserys still was unsure of the mans whereabouts and he was secretly hoping he was gone. “I never quite liked him if I may be frank Daenerys. Never approved of his leering ways. Who cooked this meal by the way? It is delicious”

unbcrnt‌:

Daenerys smiled as he brother began to eat, beginning to eat herself. Missandei was always a wonderful cook. She could tell he hadn’t eaten in a long while, but she could tell that he didn’t want to be rude and scarf it all down at once, even though it was just the two of them. Her brother seemed happy. However, when Viserys mentioned the lack of Drogo’s appearance, her expression slowly faded and she stopped eating for the moment.

“Yes, Khal Drogo did…die, Viserys,” Daenerys finally said, her voice quiet. The room was so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping. “It was tragic. I wanted him back so badly. I had a witch try and bring him back with blood magic, but he was just in a vegetative state and I couldn’t let him suffer, so I-” Daenerys stopped herself short, not wanting to bring up that horrible night. It was as if she hadn’t heard the question about the baby because she didn’t answer that.

Viserys nearly dropped his spoon at his sisters words. He couldn’t quite believe it. Khal Drogo was indeed dead. She had involved a witch no less and Viserys had wished he had been there, maybe he would have tried to stop her from getting such a vile creatures help. “Blood magic” He nearly scoffed as the words came out, more disbelief than meaning to sound rude to her, he knew what that had meant and seeing as she was still here as were her dragons that must have meant she had unknowingly traded one life for another. He had heard tales of such things when Daenerys was younger and they wondered the streets. He too had almost dabbled in such things, if only to get Ser Darry back but the cost was not one he had been willing to pay.

“I’m sure he would have wanted that. I could not see Khal Drogo being okay with being..Nevermind.” He shook his head now torn between wanting to comfort her and atone for everything no matter how awkward it would be and scarfing down his food or taking it with him to leave her be
“Dany. I am so so sorry for the losses you’ve gone through…I-” He had
no words, all the words that wanted to come would be meaningless should
have and if i could haves. Words that couldn’t bring the dead back.

At this rate he felt he had soured the mood and had no way of getting it out of the low point. “You were alone…No brother or husband. Yet you prospered. Blossomed, look at you, just like your dragons. Fierce and capable of doing anything. I a truly sorry you had to go through that alone, Dany. I know you had Ser Jorah, which is some what of a comfort” Though at the mention of Jorah there was a tone of bitterness and hate. He never liked the way that man looked at Dany. He’d rather have the Khalassar have her than that old bear.

unbcrnt‌:

Daenerys let Viserys take all the time that he needed to bathe and freshen up. It was strange to see her brother after so many years of thinking that he was dead. She saw him die in front of him. The molten gold killed him. Her husband had killed her brother. Though she will always mourn for the loss of her husband and unborn son, she would not let that get in the way. She hasn’t told Viserys that Drogo was dead and she lost her baby from black magic trying to bring him back. She wouldn’t take about it unless it was brought up.

Daenerys was pulled from her thoughts when she saw Viserys walk into the dining area, greeting him with a soft smile. “They seemed to have cleaned you up well, Viserys,” she said. “Yes, the food tastes even better here in Meeren than it smells.”

He felt like he was a child again, being freshened and wearing his best attire to impress the wealthy statesman with a hope of a new future, a lavish meal placed before him. Only this time the statesman was his sister, the new ruler of Mereen and he himself no longer a child. Speaking of children…Viserys thought back to the day she announced she was carrying a child and that child would be what? nearing three or so if he did his arithmetic correctly.

“Will Khal Drogo and your child be joining us?” He asked before he took a spoonful of the soup, licking his lips as some of the liquid started to fall from the spoon. “I do wonder, how he feels about being here…you, his Khalessi being Queen here. Seems odd the wondering Khalassar would put roots down anywhere.” Perhaps she had managed to change the great Drogos mind, after all it seemed like he had softened towards the end of Viserys’s knowing of him. Maybe he decided ruling a place wouldn’t be so bad for his people. “Wait…”

That’s when it hit him. She had named her dragons after Rhaegar, himself and Drogo..she knew Rhaegar to be dead and thought him to be dead and if that was the case and pattern…”Dany. I–I am so sorry I didn’t know…I figured that-” Viserys stuttered at the realization that the Khal was most likely dead and he prayed that he was wrong, the Khal would show up, laughing at the Khal Raggat and kiss his wife before joining them for the meal. “My niece or nephew are they…?” He didn’t want to be too presumptuous after all but he felt like he needed to know.

@strengthanddevotion

“But of course, Princess” Viserys spoke softly as he greeted the Northern girl, making sure his full attention was on her and her alone as he swept her off into the dance that was going on, gliding with her across the floor and making the dancing look as easy as breathing to the people watching. “Your gown is beautiful, did you embroider it yourself?” He asked, thinking of what to ask her and other ways to converse with Sansa.

It wasn’t that he was nervous per say, but a bit more on edge than he would have liked. Being in a new strange environment added with more strangers than he’d have liked to be around was not doing well for Viserys and he could feel paranoia trying to creep it’s way in as they danced. “My sister was given dragon eggs for her most recent name day. She hopes they will hatch soon, a dragon for herself, Rhaegar and myself, is what she says.” The prince mentioned as his eyes caught a glimpse of one of the dire wolves attempting to enter the party and being shooed away by a Septa. “Your pets are quite beautiful…but not as beautiful as their owners”

@acharmingbird

The city guard had been called by Petyr Baelish and they had intervened before the fighting between Jamie and his guards and Eddard and his guards could really fight. Jamie’s dagger was inches away from his face before a guard pulled it back. Jory kept to his Lord’s side up until he was beheaded and then he stuck beside Sansa. Arya had run off and Jory would always feel a pang of guilt. It was his fault, if he’d been watching Arya the day the beheading had happened, if he hadn’t let Arya slip from his grasp…But it didn’t matter. He stayed by Sansa’s side until he felt there was a lull in the world, a moment of safety where he could whisk her away from this horrible place.

Jory was just lucky he had help from the Tyrells. But it wasn’t till Lord Baelish came along that Jory felt uneasy. Jory was certain he could protect Sansa well enough and while he accepted Lady Olenna’s help he denied Baelish, telling him that they would meet him in the Vale on their own terms. But after the purple wedding and Joffery’s death Sansa was whisked away and the boat Olenna had promised them had the sneaky rat on it.

“Sansa. I want you to be at my side. I don’t like the idea of Littlefinger talking to you alone. He’s always scheming and I just don’t get a good feelin off of him.”

It was late in the night when he had come into her cabin and after a particularly long wait outside as Baelish talked to Sansa. He’d been listing intently to make sure that’s all that happened.

“Are you feeling well? After all that’s happened to you and now being on a boat for the first time. Can’t be easy on you.”