“To be quite frank, if it had been your sister who came to Westeros to claim the throne, I think I would have been in less pain than I have been the past six hours.”, the raven haired woman pointed out. She had been aware for years that childbirth wasn’t an easy task but that it was such an agony she could haver never imagined. For a brief moment Relena glanced to the side, when Viserys mentioned that she was the one who had a family in which twins weren’t too unusual. “Well…”, she said after a moment, her eyebrows slightly raised. “Without you I wouldn’t be married and without marriage I wouldn’t have spent the past few hours in agony.”
“Yes, but this isn’t about a birth announcement, that will have to wait until I am able to leave confinement.”, Relena explained, reaching for the quill. “My septa was dismissed from court when I became queen and is now educating the daughter’s of Lord Estermont, but I want her back in the Red Keep now that there is another princess and how could my dear kin refuse my wish, especially considering that I am their queen…”, the raven haired woman pointed out, while she tried to set up in her bed, the queen’s teeth were tightly bitten together, as she moved and there were frowns upon her forehead. “No, don’t get him just yet.”, she urged her husband, her hand reaching out in a weak attempt to stop Viserys. “Just because he saw his own wife like this, does not mean that he has to see me.”
“Fair enough. But think of the joys of raising our children together. Seeing them grow and learn…” He was giddy at the idea and than soon the giddiness turned to fear. What if something similar happened to his children as it had his and his siblings lives? What if he went just as mad in the end? “Only the best Septa for our children. They can’t say no to your request.” Viserys said as he turned his back on his wife, looking at her from the vanity, feeling her hand reaching out to him and he turned back towards her, his hand grasping hers ever so lightly. “You’re still radiant even in this aftermath,”
He then squeezed her hand, a serious look in his eyes as his long legs shifted and he attempted to climb into the bed with her, more so sitting than laying down beside Relena. “Doe-” Viserys started, his eyes finding hers as his words struggled to get out. “If I…If I end up going mad like my father. If I have any inkling of unkept rage or anything. I want you to lock me away. Or if I don’t slip as slowly as my father did, Gods fordbid…I don’t want our children living with what Rhaegar and I had to. Our mother skirting us around our father and my father…I want you, as Queen, as the mother of the Heirs to this Kingdom put it’s people first. I don’t want you to have to go through that but-” Viserys shook his head as he tried to get such thoughts away from his mind
. “-But if it must come down to that…Then I trust you will give the order.” There was a tremble in his voice and his eyes danced from Relena to the door as if expecting someone to come in and he got up from the bed, pressing a clean cloth on her forehead in a attempt to keep his mind of such horrible thoughts and focus on the present. Wiping away any sweat and such away from her face, giving her a shaky smile before he went to her vanity and got her brush and other things he knew she put on to make herself look prettier. “I can send a maid in or whatever you wish…” He told her as he gently took the brush in one hand and stroked her hair with it like he had for Daenerys all those years ago. “Sorry” He muttered as he realized what he was doing and placed the brush down.
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”
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.
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.
“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”
“You and Rhaegar would have gotten along well. Very well in fact.” He told Daenerys as he thought back to their older brother and the small times that he had been around him that had been far and few in between. “I have no doubt in that, sister.” He felt the Unsullied’s eyes that had been staring at him had finally dropped upon seeing the two siblings interact and Viserys bite his lip. “Might I trouble you for a meal Daenerys?” He asked as he tried to hide the grumbling hunger sound that came from his stomach.
“I would hope that we would’ve gotten alone. I feel like I don’t know any of my family other than you. We are the only living Targaryens left alive.” Daenerys sighed and shook her head slowly. When Viserys mentioned a meal, Daenerys giggled softly when she heard his dragon chirping from her perch on Daenerys’ shoulder. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Viserys,” she said softly, gently transferring the dragonling from her shoulder to Viserys’ before turning to one of the Unsullied and speaking. “Maghagon naejot issa nykeā havor.” she said. Watching the Unsullied nod, her soldier went off to mind Missandei because a soldier could not make a meal. Turning back to her brother, she smiled. “Shall we go inside?” she asked. “It will take a while to prepare a good meal, so why don’t you bathe and have proper and cleaner attire?”
“No one wanted to know father. That you are lucky for.” He commented bitterly as his eyes found his feet. “If only Rhaegar could have disposed of father before–” It was useless now to deal in what if’s and he knew that and his dragon was returned to him and he grinned as his dragon nuzzled into his cheek and rested again on his shoulders. “Yes that would be wonderful” He mumbled as he followed Daenerys to where he was supposed to go and was relieved to have a bath and was elated to have fresh clean clothing provided for him.
One of Daenery’s staff came to get Viserys once he was dressed and Viserys followed, soon finding himself sitting across from Daenerys at the dinning area and salivated at the array of food and drink before him. “This all smells and looks delicious.” He commented before he took a small bite of bread and a sip of wine.
Daenerys gave Drogon a stern look, like a mother scolding her child, before her face softened and looked at Viserys again. “Yes. My dragons are named after the three most important people to me, even though I have never met Rhaegar. Viserion and Rhaegall are not as aggressive like Drogon. He’s the one you have to watch out for,” she chuckled. “I would hope you do change your ways, Viserys, because I will not hesitate to turn you away.”
“You and Rhaegar would have gotten along well. Very well in fact.” He told Daenerys as he thought back to their older brother and the small times that he had been around him that had been far and few in between. “I have no doubt in that, sister.” He felt the Unsullied’s eyes that had been staring at him had finally dropped upon seeing the two siblings interact and Viserys bite his lip. “Might I trouble you for a meal Daenerys?” He asked as he tried to hide the grumbling hunger sound that came from his stomach.
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