The Birth of Dragons

King Viserys III Targaryen

The crown was a weight on his head, a weight that he welcomed, it reassured him that he was doing the right thing, that he was not dreaming. Recently, everything had seemed like a dream, a terrible fucking dream. They had been given an army, but the man commanding that army had no intention of leading them back to Westeros, dragging them through lands great and small, that had no purpose, other than to infuriate Viserys. He could not very well challenge the great horse fucker to a war, and so instead, he found himself moving toward his sister, his anger making him froth slightly. He looks at her and spits out. "You!" his sister looks at him with dispassionate eyes, and he misses the fear. "You are the reason we are nowhere near where we are supposed to be."

"What do you mean?" Daenerys asks, her voice calm.

It is that calmness that makes him snap. "You have had us cavorting around a fucking forest and then a wasteland for the past few moons now. It has served for nothing. Aemon told you that your horse fucker of a husband was doing this deliberately, and still you are agreeing to it. What is wrong with you?! Have you forgotten where your true loyalties lie?"

There is a crowd gathering, Viserys can hear them whispering, see them pointing, but he does not care, right now, he needs to say this, he needs to get his anger out. His sister looks at him with cold eyes. "I have forgotten nothing brother. I know where my loyalties lie, and they are not to you."

The words hit him hard, like thunder striking. He slumps slightly against a wall of a hut; Vaes Dothrak has always been a slumbering mess. "What? Why?" he finds himself asking, his voice terrifyingly soft.

Dany laughs at his question, she actually laughs at him. "You sold me off to the highest bidder, to get an army. You did not think to ask how I might have felt, how I might have been feeling, whether I wanted this. You just sold me off to him, and never did you ever think to ask how I was doing afterwards."

Viserys is stunned, he does not know what to say. He stares at his sister, and then feels a hand on his shoulder, he turns and sees his brother Aemon looking at him. "Let it go brother." His brother whispers to him, but Viserys shrugs his brother's hand off of himself and responds.

"No. I will not let this go." He growls, looking at Daenerys. "You say I never thought to ask, then fine. But do not ignore what I have done for you. For you both. I fought for you, I have raised you, and I have fed you. When the usurper's knives came crawling toward us, I took you away, I protected you. I sold our mother's fucking crown so you both could eat."

His sister looks at him coldly. "You might have done those things, but you also did bad things to us. You beat Aemon till he was black and blue, you have done that several times. You came close to doing things to me that we shall not speak of now. You are many things brother, but you are not my King anymore."

Viserys stands there, anger seeping into him, but fear as well, the Dothraki are creeping ever closer now, their hands on their swords, even though one cannot draw steel in Vaes Dothrak. His sister turns her horse and moves away from him, closer to the exit of the city. He knows he should be wary, but his anger makes him follow her, on foot. He finds himself barking out. "You know nothing sister. You do not know what it is like to have to do all of this."

His sister stops her horse on the outskirts, turning around she fixes him with a cold gaze, that reminds him suddenly of their mother. "You never even thought to share your problems brother. You merely did as you pleased. Well I am no longer yours to command." With that she turns around and moves onward, inspiring even more anger in him.

"What do you know of anything girl." Viserys snarls, the dragon awakening within him. "You are a simple minded fool who knows nothing of anything. You want to go with your horse fucker husband, then go. Go and enjoy the life he gives you. You will never find happiness there."

His sister does not even bother stopping her horse, forcing him to walk after him, he knows his horse is somewhere, but he does not know where, nor does he much care, he needs to go after the girl, make her see sense. As he gets nearer to his sister's horse, one of her blood riders dismounts and hits him. He bends over from the force of the blow, but before he can get up another blow hits him, he hears the unsheathing of steel and gasps. "You cannot do that here."

"We are not in Vaes Dothrak anymore, Khal Raggart." A voice replies. He does not know who, but he feels a blow to his chest and head and he slumps to the ground.

Viserys is dragged to his feet by rough hands, he finds himself staring into the eyes of Khal Drogo, the man looks completely terrifying, his hair is wild, his eyes are wild, and Viserys knows it before it happens. There are no words exchanged, but men dismount and their daggers pierce his skin, making him cry out in pain. Before the life fades from his eyes, he looks at his sister, and sees nothing, he looks at Aemon and all he sees is anger, pure white, blinding anger, and he laughs. The daggers pierce his skin over and over again, but he knows from looking at his brother that the dragon is not dead, oh heavens no, the dragon is just waking. His last words, mumbled out in a scream of blood are simple. "You have woken the dragon, now burn."