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➳ heart this post for a starter from viserys. if you want a specific verse in mind, do let me know and if you are a multimuse, please narrow down your muses so i can pick and choose.

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"Yes.   You   should   look   at   the   books   again,   Daenerys.   The   scale   pattern   and   horns.   Drogon   even   has   a   little   neck   trouble   there.   Like   Caraxes.   Gevie."   The   dragon   seems   to   look   at   him   still   as   the   dread   itself   but   a   puff   of   hot   hair   hits   him   at   his   words   and   he   takes   that   whatever   he   said   might   had   been   taken   as   a   compliment,   which   was.   "From   the   ashes   of   the   dance,   reborn."   They   thought   dragons   died   with   the   war   among   themselves,   and   a   clutch   of   eggs   were   saved,   stolen   some   say,   taken   to   Essos.   Is   it   not   where   her   sister   had   been   gifted   the   eggs?   "Quite.   He   seems   quite   the.   .   .jester."   But   he   does   not   mind.   A   short   pause   looking   at   Dany   as   he   looks   at   the   dragon   once   more.  

"You   certain   they   are   all   male?   You   wouldn't   want   to   find   yourself �� a   grandmother   so   young."   Now   he   jest   himself   but   eyes   find   again   the   Dragon   before   him.   He   is   flattered   at   the   naming   of   the   dragon   for   himself,   perhaps,   a   reminder   of   his   lost.   Her   own   way   of   mourning   him   and   the   brother   he   once   had   been.   He   only   moves   forward.   "I'm   a   very   likable   person."   Half   a   lie,   only   when   he   wants   to   be.   Only   when   he   gets   that   part   of   himself   back.  

Rare   moments   through   his   adult   life.   And   he   reaches   to   touch   the   other   side   of   Viserion's   maw,   moving   slowly   to   let   the   feel   of   scales   resonate   in   his   head.   Viserys   eyes   lock   with   the   golden   eyes   and   let   the   Valyrian   slips   with   ease.   "Hae   mērot   gierūli,Se   hāros   bartossi,Prūmȳsa   sōvīli,   Gevī   dāerī."   He   seems   to   like   it,   and   his   smile   is   more   relaxed   now.   "It's   said   King   Jaeherys   sang   this   to   Vermithor   at   nights.   A   Valyrian   poem."

ㅤㅤㅤFOR  THE  FIRST  TIME  IN  YEARS,  SHE  SEES  THE  BROTHER  SHE  HAS  LONGED  FOR.  Not  the  one  who  disappeared  in  the  Dothraki  Sea,  the  shadow  of  a  monster  that  stole  his  face,  but  the  one  who  died  the  day  he  sold  their  mother's  crown.  The  brother  that  told  her  stories,  that  starved  so  she  could  have  bread,  who  dealt  with  humiliation  after  humiliation  all  in  search  of  someone,  anyone  willing  to  help  them.  The  brother  that  once  had  hope.  Even  after  their  paths  crossed  again,  she  wasn't  sure  who  it  was  that  she  found;  the  real  him,  or  the  broken  shell  that's  haunted  her  dreams  relentlessly.  There  remains  much  between  the  two  of  them  that  needs  to  be  resolved,  so  many  old  wounds  that  cannot  close  so  swiftly,  but  this?  This  is  a  good  start.  Seeing  the  smile,  the  wonder  in  his  eyes,  this  is  the  reunion  she  has  waited  for  since  she  was  a  child.

  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I  suppose  they  could  be.  You  were  always  more  knowledgeable  about  these  things.  ❞  Daenerys  approaches  from  the  side,  simply  observing  the  moment  between  the  dragon  and  the  man  for  a  short  while.  ❝ Viserion  was  named  after  you,  as  I'm  sure  you've  guessed.  Though  he's  proven  he's  not  quite  as  sullen  as  his  namesake,  ❞  she  teases,  her  palms  smoothing  over  cream  scales  as  arms  gently  hug  the  dragon's  maw,  a  pleased  chuff  resounding  from  Viserion  at  his  mother's  touch.  She  knows  what  he  wants  as  golden  eyes  remain  locked  upon  her  brother,  sensed  through  the  deep  connection  between  the  Mother  of  Dragons  and  all  her  children,  and  Dany's  hand  reaches  for  Viserys',  lifting  it,  beckoning  him  to  reach  forth.  ❝ He  likes  you,  ❞  she  says.  ❝ Go  ahead.  Touch  him.  They're  all  real,  Viserys.  ❞

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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

All of these sentences are mostly taking by my own mind and i'm not joking. It was hard finding material quotes regarding tournaments in historical or fantasy setting. Some are from shows or media but eighty percent is all from my own mind, please give credit if use these. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit. All of these involve the medieval event of a tournament and what happens around them.

I fear I am already bending far too many rules just by taking you, my young princess.

Show me your hands, you will have blisters soon.

Lady Eglantine doesn’t believe in love, only lust.

In the world of competition, only the strongest shall prevail.

A true champion is not defined by their victories, but by the obstacles they've overcome.

Victory is sweetest when it's earned through sweat, hard work, and determination.

Will you not participate in the tourney, my lord? 

May I have the honor of wearing your favor today, my lady?

Good luck to you, my Prince.

The tournament is not just a test of skill, but a test of character as well.

Is it always this bloody? Will those poor men die? Someone must see them.

I want him to wear my favor.  Only him. 

If he wins, the knight has the right to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. And at the feast, they shall dance.

Be careful. A tourney is a grand place for courtly love, but also, for blood to rise and affairs to appear.

Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Kings may be chosen by God, but they still make the mistakes of men.

When even those who rule can sink this low, it is not possible to change anything.

It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me.

My favorite blue ribbon. Take it.

It will bring you good fortune and you will return from joust unharmed.

I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.

How about a kiss, for luck?

Courtly love was the culture around the performance of love at court.

And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

The knights take on the duties of shadows with pride.

Whoever wins the tournament, shall become the prince/princess’ new betrothed.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

Petyr survived only because I begged Brandon not to kill him.

When Petyr heard of my engagement, he challenged Brandon to a duel. 

You do qualify to marry my daughter.

What matters most is who she will give her favor to. 

Her face is one that can create dynasties or crumble empires.

I was hoping for a word before you rode on the tourney, my Prince. 

My brother is the one competing against you, please be gentle with him.

The games are done for the day, please, feast and drink as you wish. 

You have been staring all day, my lord. I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my face.

Any damsel that's in distress - she'll be out of that dress when she meets Jim West.

Great men do not seek power... they have power thrust upon them.

My daughter seems. . .infatuated with you. I have yet to see why.

The princess is naive and thinks any man who is kind means well. A tournament will only show her the reality of life.

You honor the arena with your combat. May your swords and shield preserve the peace.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

I will be brave for Princess Pea.

As a squire, your first duty is to your knight’s armor. Your knight’s armor is more important than your own life. 

You will be knighted and you will have earned your knighthood.

You are hurt. At least let me tend to your wound.

The men laugh and fight and the ladies search for husbands.

Nothing like a good tournament to find a husband, or a companion for the night. 

Rumors are always spread with ease in these.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die.

We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad. This is the right time.

Are you promised to someone?

My sister's getting married. It's a love match. A rare thing. I’m not so lucky. My husband is to be chosen by who can hold a sword the longer.

Why can’t women participate in the games?

There are games for the ladies, Your Grace. But they are less. . .gruesome. And of course, the dancing.

Princes and Princess all over the realm and across the sea are coming for this event. You must shine brighter.

Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.

As I promised, I return your favor to you, my lady. 

The Prince never loses a joust. He will crown his queen and then all will be well.

I do not understand the appeal of this. 

I spend days making these favors, let me stay a little longer.

My lady, I do not need your favor to win, but perhaps, a kiss of good faith. 

I do not care who wins these games, your hand is already arranged for another.

Men are scoundrel, specially when blood runs hot after a good battle, stray away from them.

These games are done in honor of the king’s heir.

The lord’s daughter is said to have bloomed, and the man chooses to announce it like this. 

A tournament is for men to boost their strength, fathers sell their daughters like mares and for affairs to happen.

I saw you on the stands today, my lord. But you did not participate on the games.

My brother wishes to dance with you, my lady. He is all too shy to ask himself.

You were injured. Have you allowed someone to heal them or are you too stubborn to let them?

Princess, you must not stray too far away. 

Mother is too drunk and annoyed to care, she won’t mind. 

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all my homies hate ser barristan too for saying a seven year old kid was already like aerys.

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thinking of AUs where viserys manages to get the throne back.

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➳ heart this post for a starter from viserys. @dcviline ft. arianne.

"You   have   that   look   on   your   eyes,   dōna   jaedos   ñuhon.   What   are   you   thinking   of?"   He   speaks   through   the   threshold   of   their   room,   pushing   his   body   away   from   it   as   he   enters   the   room   and   moves   toward   the   balcony   where   she   is   standing   up,   watching   Sunspear   from   above.   She   should   be   ruling   it   by   now,   with   Doran   as   sick   as   he   is   but   he   keeps   his   own   words   to   himself.   "You   been   awfully   quiet.   And   you   are   never   such   a   thing."   That   is   something   he   learned   quickly,   Arianne   Martell   is   not   a   woman   that   allows   herself   to   be   pushed   around   by   anyone   or   anything,   and   has   ideas   of   her   own.  

She   had   been   more   than   quiet   ever   since   the   news   of   Aegon   had   arrived,   his   nephew,   alive   apparently,   and   if   what   he   heard   is   right,   Doran   wants   her   to   go.   Viserys   bites   his   tongue,   thinking   it's   foolish,   there   had   been   many   who   claimed   to   be   pretenders   through   the   years.   "You   know   you   can   speak   to   me."   A   hand   brush   over   the   edge   of   her   jawline,   lifting   her   chin   up   so   her   eyes   can   look   up   to   his   own.

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➳ heart this post for a starter from viserys. @khalesci

Dragons.   Ever   since   he   was   a   child,   he   had   dreamed   of   them.   Their   skulls   in   the   great   hall   his   best   activity,   being   rewarded   if   he   knew   all   the   names   of   the   dragon   skulls,   including   the   last   one,   as   small   as   a   dog.   He   knew   them   all.   Viserys   looks   at   the   dragons   before   him   in   wonder.   His   sister   brought   three   dragons   to   life   with   fire   and   the   body   of   the   Khal.   If   anything,   he   can   feel   content   the   man   served   something   for   their   cause.   His   little   sister   took   his   Khalasar,   for   that   he   is   proud.   Lilac   eyes   remain   on   each   one   of   them.  

"Drogon.   He   I   heard   about.   Balerion   reborn.   Se   zōbrie   dread."   He   speaks   in   high   valyrian,   passing   eyes   to   the   others.   "Rhaegal."   The   one   that   catches   his   eyes   the   most   is   the   one   that   seems   less   serious,   playful   almost.   He   heard   the   names   across   the   sea,   and   Viserys   smiles.   "Viserion."   The   dragon   responds   to   the   name,   leaning,   a   growl   that   is   less   than   a   threat   and   most   of   a   playful   one,   to   test   him.   But   Viserys   smiles,   wide.   He   is   eight   again   and   dragons   are   real.   "Syrax   se   caraxes   clutch,   kessa?"   Do   the   dragons   recognize   the   names   of   the   others.   "They   look   like   them."

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all my homies hate d.rogo here. - viserys.

[vis3rys]

➳ heart this post for a starter from viserys. if you want a specific verse in mind, do let me know and if you are a multimuse, please narrow down your muses so i can pick and choose.

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"Nothing   improper   about   desires.   You   too   share   the   blood   of   Valyria.   We   take   what   we   want."   And   he   wants   her,   and   by   the   way   his   fingers   slip   inside   her   and   feel   her   wetness,   the   way   she   moans   into   the   feeling,   he   knows   she   desires   it   too.   It's   a   chase   that   she   is   loosing   and   he   can't   help   but   to   be   enthralled   by   a   maiden's   charm.   "That's   a   good   girl,   iksā   doing   sȳrī,   ñuha   diamon."   And   he   gives   her   another   finger   as   she   asks,   crooking   fingers   inside   her   to   reach   deep   inside   and   let   her   feel   it.   Preparing   her   for   what's   to   come   because   he   had   waited   far   too   long   already,   since   he   arrived,   he   desire   her.   Is   it   not   an   old   tradition   to   wed   a   Velaryon   woman?   He   is   only   doing   what's   is   entitled   of   him   and   he   is   doing   it   with   honor.   Hearing   he   is   the   first   to   touch   her   this   way   causes   him   to   smile,   all   dragon   like   pleased   with   the   thought.  

A   true   maiden,   he   would   be   the   first   to   feel   her   walls   around   her   and   the   last.   She   will   remain   in   his   bed   for   days   to   come.   "On   the   contrary.   It   means   you   have   much   to   learn   and   discover.   And   it   means,   I'm   the   only   one   who   can   do   this."   He   said,   despite   no   request,   he   adds   another   fingers   so   one   of   them   is   pressed   around   her   bud,   while   the   other   two   remain   inside,   pumping   and   feeling   the   sound   of   her   wetness,   the   drip   around   his   fingers,   lilac   eyes   on   her.   

  "Minx,   you   are.   The   gods   heard   you   and   they   send   me   here   today."   He   moves   downward,   removing   more   of   her   clothes   as   he   does   to   press   his   mouth   against   her   heat,   alongside   his   fingers,   tasting   her   for   the   first   time.   "The   sea   is   between   your   legs,   my   lady."   But   he   does   not   mind   as   he   let   his   tongue   taste   again,   wanting   her   to   come   with   his   mouth   first.   "If   you   come   like   this,   I'll   let   show   you   how   to   take   a   ride.   Can   you   do   that   for   me?"   He   asks,   his   mumbled   words   against   her   cunt   as   he   continues   to   move   his   lips   against   her.

ㅤㅤㅤHER  FATHER  WOULD  HAVE  BEEN  OUTRAGED  IF  HE  LEARNED  OF  THIS,  but  of  course,  he  would  have  to  be  alive  for  that.  What  an  odd,  guilty  relief  it  is  to  know  that  there  is  no  one  left  to  complain  about  her  giving  her  maidenhead  to  this  lost  prince  they  have  allied  with,  betrothed  or  not.  Her  brother  is  too  young  to  understand  these  things,  too  young  to  be  a  lord  at  all,  but  one  day  he  will  understand  that  this  alliance  his  sister  has  made  will  be  good  for  their  family.  Of  course  it  will  be,  but  admittedly,  their  political  survival  is  the  last  thing  on  her  mind  as  Viserys  claims  her  inch  by  inch.  ❝ It's  improper  ─  ❞  Daenaera  continues  her  complaint,  but  it  is  cut  off  by  another  moan  escaping  from  her  throat  as  he  persists  at  her  neck,  heat  rising  to  her  cheeks  at  the  sudden  feeling  of  a  finger  at  her  womanhood,  half  embarrassed  when  she  realizes  how  wet  she  has  become,  the  way  her  body  shivers  at  the  slightest  touch.  Gods,  she  is  a  maiden,  how  can  he  turn  her  own  body  against  her  this  easily?  She  knew  he  would  be  trouble  from  the  moment  he  arrived,  all  the  things  he  could  make  her  feel  with  just  a  glance,  things  she's  never  felt  before.  It  was  as  if  he'd  awakened  something  sleeping  within  her,  and  she  would  do  what  she  could  to  tame  it,  slipping  her  fingers  between  her  legs  in  the  dark  of  night,  crying  his  name  into  her  pillow  as  she  climaxed  for  the  first  time  in  her  life.  Oh,  she  wants  him  more  than  she  can  dare  confess.

  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I  want  it.  By  the  gods,  I  do.  I  want  you,  Viserys,  ❞  she  admits  at  last,  giving  in  to  the  desire  that  twists  within  her,  winding  knots  inside  of  her  chest,  her  stomach,  down  in  the  deepest  part  of  her  core.  She  needs  it.  She  needs  him.  Mouth  hangs  open  at  the  intrusion  of  his  finger,  a  gasping  breath  catching  in  her  throat  as  she  nods.  It  does  feel  good.  Different,  something  new,  but  oh  so  good.  Azure  eyes  cast  downward,  another  shiver  of  her  body  as  she  watches  his  tongue  glide  over  her  nipple,  a  haze  in  her  mind  by  the  time  he  captures  her  lips  again,  fully  given  over  to  the  sensations  in  her  body.  ❝ Give  me  another  finger.  Please?  ❞  she  requests  sweetly,  palms  cupping  the  sides  of  his  face,  and  she  rolls  her  hips  against  his  digit,  feeling  it  push  against  her  walls.  ❝ I'm  only  a  maiden,  my  prince.  Others  may  have  shared  my  kisses  or  touched  me  elsewhere,  but  I've  never  allowed  anyone  else  this  far  before.  I  hope  that  does  not  displease  you.  ❞  Some  men  prefer  maidens,  but  that's  mostly  the  men  who  wait  to  have  their  brides  in  their  marriage  beds.  She  knows  the  prince  is  a  more  worldly  man;  one  who  has  had  lovers  with far  more  experience.  Can  she  still  suffice  if  all  she  can  offer  is  willingness?  She  will  prove  it  to  him,  just  how  willing  she  is.  Something  twists  upon  her  features,  mischief  gleaming  against  her  sweet  smile. ❝  But  you  should  know,  you  are  already  the  first  man  to  make  me  come.  I  did  it  only  a  week  ago,  thinking  of  you.  I  touched  myself  until  I  cried  your  name,  and  prayed  that  only  the  gods  had  heard  it.  ❞  Daenaera  bites  her  bottom  lip,  hoping  he  would  like  the  thought  of  it,  rolling  her  hips  again  to  draw  another  moan  from  herself.  ❝  I  want  to  do  it,  to  ride  you.  If  you'll  show  me  how.  ❞

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@dcviline asked: ❛ i can’t wait any longer . ❜ (arianne)

"A   dornish   woman   cannot   wait   until   the   wedding   night?   How   odd."   He   teases   her   in   turn.   Not   that   it   was   a   secret   that   he   had   taken   to   her   bed   way   before   any   marriage   was   finally   settle   despite   the   fact.      Viserys   is   guided   through   the   halls   to   what   would   be   their   room.   He   was   told   his   brother   Rhaegar   once   was   here   during   his   own   wedding   with   Elia   and   there   is   a   sense   of   competition   rising   in   the   man.   He   had   mistreated   his   dornish   wife   but   Viserys   won't   do   the   same.   He   will   fuck   her   in   the   same   brother   his   brother   had   done   Elia   and   prove   to   the   Gods   they   had   made   a   mistake   in   who   they   placed   their   bets.   Once   they   cross   through   the   threshold,   Viserys   pushes   her   to   the   side   of   the   door,   those   who   were   passing   could   perhaps   see   or   hear   but   he   does   not   care,   a   goal   set   in   his   mind.

  "Let's   see."   And   while   one   hand   pushes   against   her   mouth,   plump   lip   pressed   against   his   thumb,   his   other   hand   moves   to   gather   skirts   away   and   press   against   between   her   legs,   finding   her   wet,   and   bare.   "sīr   eager,   ñuha   vēzos.   You   did   not   lie."   He   keeps   his   hand   there,   as   he   begins   to   massage   and   tease,   capturing   her   mouth   into   his   own   for   a   passionate   kiss.   Let   Dorne   see   that   he   will   not   be   like   his   brother,   he   would   fill   his   princess   with   babes   upon   babes,   heirs   for   Dorne   and   anywhere   he   sets   his   mind   upon.   She   will   rule   and   he   will   fight   and   ffuck   and   history   will   remember   them   never   leaving   their   rooms.   He   bites   on   her   lower   lip,   lilac   eyes   opening   as   he   introduces   a   finger   inside   her.

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𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌����𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

All sentences are taken from different sources and area blend of questions, angst, affirmations and reassurance, heartbreak, the past, the future and self assurance. Change names, pronouns, locations and more as you see fit.

If I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too.

I'm pretty sure you're already half in love with me.

I don't think you're evil.

See? Things are already looking promising.

Are these things really better than the things I already have?

Was it all in my head?

You’re even more painful to look at than she is.

I'm hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can't.

You were the on­ly one I saw when I closed my eyes.

Then why wasn't I enough when they were open?

I wonder how you say goodbye to someone forever?

Are you seriously in this much self-denial, Sydney? Like do you actually believe yourself when you say you don’t feel anything?

Physical attraction isn’t the same as love. You of all people should know that.

Is that what bothers you? My past?

You destroy me and then you kiss me. You give me a reason to hate you and then you give me a reason to love you.

Two lifetimes, they belong to you. No regrets.

You're not nothing to me. That's precisely the problem.

Are you so stupid you don't know what I'm going to do to you?

Are you so stupid you haven't figured out yet that it doesn't matter?

When it comes to love, Princess, rules blur, and traditions fade.

I just wanted…

Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm blind. Tell me you love me.

Yes. I remember.

They got him. The Hallows got him.

You’re kidding? No one expects decorum from me.

...But how is there glory in taking a life? We die so easily.

You'll really start to hate me.

Tell me who did this, and I will take care of it. Anyone who thought they could lay a hand on you should fear for their life.

I can't tell whose the bigger monster. Him. Or Me.

You do have a tender heart. It almost makes me want to spare you, just so I don’t have to watch it break.

In the parallel lines to the roads of life, I'm glad ours intersected twice.

Sometimes I feel like you've given up. It's like you just accept this as your fate.

This, us, it can’t happen. It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.

At least I do not deny my own heart.

You’re not living to live—you’re living for death.

I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.

I want him to hurt. To bleed. I want him to snap, just like he snapped me.

If you really don't want me- no other excuses, just me- just tell me right now, and I'll leave and we'll be done. 

Otherwise, start getting used to the fucking fact that you can't protect me from everything. And I'm not made of glass.

This house bleeds memories.

I don’t need your permission.

Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.

My grief wasn’t deep or poetic. It was sinister in its simplicity.

He is in love with you.

Why won't anyone take me...when someone decides to go I will always be left behind.

 You don't believe me or my words, do you?

I never said you didn't have a heart. But it would be nice if it beat every now and then.

You loved me.

I think you know in your heart that you’re meant for something extraordinary.

What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?

Somebody's got to win this war, right?

 I am faithless. I have done unforgivable things. And I am broken.

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

You are my first choice. You're my only choice.

 I always say the wrong things.

Why I acted the way I did…Why I was so pissed off. It will never make any sense to you because I don’t know how to explain.

You can't live your life based on 'what-ifs,' Liv.

You weren't listening to me.

That's an interesting way to get my attention.

I’m not the enemy. I’m not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you’re already hurting, but I’m someone willing to hear you and understand you.

We cannot win if we fight among ourselves. 

I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference.

A united front announcing a split.

[vis3rys]

we are a ser Barristan hater here saying a 7 year old vos was already mad like his father.

[vis3rys]

@daerias asked: "Last time you spoke to me like this, you were 10 years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now?" from mother rhaella

"I   speak   as   I   wish,   mother.   I   am   not   a   child."   No,   that   child   had   died   a   long   time   ago,   had   it   not?   Still,   she   is   his   mother.   Viserys   might   envy   his   sister   for   living   a   life   where   she   does   not   remember   or   even   know   of   the   Rebellion.   She   understands   nothing   of   it.   She   calls   it   home   but   she   does   not   know   the   Red   Keep.   Her   Khalasar   despises   him   and   he   is   given   no   choice.   "Daenerys   is   giving   me   a   choice.   Leave.   Or   her   brute   of   a   Khal   might   murder   me."   And   he   knows   she   is   right   and   he   hates   it.   All   of   this   was   for   an   army   that   Khal   Drogo   never   gave   him.   He   took   his   sister,   who   would've   been   his   perfect   bride   if   he   ever   had   taken   the   throne   back.  

He   gave   him   his   sister   and   Drogo   gives   him   nothing   but   desert.   He   is   not   even   allowed   to   take   the   Lyseni   girl   with   him   for   company.   "I   will   return   to   Pentos.   Illyrio   said   there   is   news   from   Dorne   there.   I   will   go   to   Dorne   then."   There   is   a   short   pause   as   he   sounds   almost   defeated.   They   love   her   so   easily,   he   is   an   outsider.   Beggar   King.   They   mocked   him   as   a   child,   a   burden   of   a   family   and   crown   on   him   and   none   seem   to   care.  

"Princess   Arianne   is   said   to   wait   for   me.   I   will   have   a   Dornish   bride   and   do   what   precious   Rhaegar   never   did.   Take   the   throne   and   treat   my   wife   properly."   He   still   loves   his   brother   but   the   realization   that   his   brother   had   made   mistakes,   hurt   him.   He   wears   his   clothes,   torn   and   mended,   but   they   don't   fix   him   properly.   Rhaegar   was   wider.   He   will   never   be   him.   So   he   will   leave   them   to   the   seven   hells.   "Stay   with   her   if   you   wish.   I   figure   that   is   what   you   would   do   regardless."

[vis3rys]

@dcviline asked: 30. for sex in a pool (bellegere)

He   founds   sanctuary   in   Braavos   after   the   Dothraki   Desert.   His   name   still   holds   some   pride   here   and   in   other   free   Cities   his   sister   has   not   visit.   They   give   him   a   gift;   The   Black   Pearl   of   Braavos,   a   night   with   one   of   the   highest   courtesans   of   the   city,   and   there   is   more   richness   in   her   place   than   there   had   been   in   Pentos.   He   waits   in   the   water,   and   watches   her   as   she   comes   into   the   room.   Her   ladies   serve   him   food   and   wine   and   leave   as   her   clothes   leave   her   frame   and   she   joins   her   in   the   bath.   The   pool   is   warm   and   he   must   confess   he   had   desires   he   had   not   consumed   since   Doreah.

  He   wonders   if   Braavos   and   Lys   compete   to   see   who   has   the   best   courtesans   and   women   of   silk.   Doreah   pleased   him   by   her   own   fire,   the   Valyrian   looks,   but   Bellegere   too   has   some   dragon   blood   in   her   does   she?   And   yet,   she   contrasts   in   every   way,   and   indigo   eyes   grow   as   she   places   herself   above   him,   astride.   It's   all   a   service,   the   way   she   presses   her   hands   on   his   chest,   as   if   she   was   helping   get   clean.   The   dragon   prince   smiles   at   the   thought.  

"Many   speak   of   your   beauty.   And   service.   I   had   a   Lyseni   woman   by   my   side   once.   I   wonder,   do   you   compete   with   the   other   city?"   He   asks   out   loud,   his   hands   tracing   the   side   of   her   arms   before   they   press   under   her   breast,   and   test   them   under   his   touch,   round   and   soft,   his   fingers   tease   her   nipple   as   eyes   look   back   at   her.   "I   was   served   well   enough   I   bought   her   and   took   her   with   me.   I   was   promised   you   would   be   better."

[vis3rys]

@dcviline asked: ❛ we shouldn’t - ah , we shouldn’t be doing this . ❜ (daenaera)

He   keeps   undressing   her   as   she   speaks.   She   complains,   but   she   moans   in   turn   when   his   mouth   nibbles   on   her   ear,   down   her   neck,   and   she   is   pressed   under   him   on   the   bed,   his   hands   wander   over   covered   skirts   and   lift   them   with   tortorous   pace.   Daenaera   complains   but   her   neck   is   exposed   for   the   taking   and   Viserys   takes   and   takes.   "Why?   Because   we   are   not   wed?   We   will   be,   little   one.   Don't   you   worry.   And   I'll   take   what   I   want   from   my   future   wife."   Simple   as   that.   His   hand   opens   her   legs,   each   on   the   side   of   his   own   to   leave   room,   his   ring   finger   moves   between   them   and   find   her   there,   wet,   and   when   he   touches   her,   she   shivers,   causing   him   to   grin   against   the   skin   of   her   neck,   his   nose   pressing   against   the   hardness   of   her   nipple.   "Tell   me   you   don't   want   this.  

Forget   what   others   will   say,   ñuha   embar   byka   jaesa.   And   think   of   yourself."   He   presses   further,   moving   her   smallclothes   to   the   side   and   separating   her   lips,   introducing   a   finger   inside   her,   and   he   groans   at   how   good   it   feels.   Wet   as   the   sea   of   her   house.   And   he   wants   to   drink   it.   "Does   that   feel   good?   Think   you   can   take   another   one?   Take   my   cock   then?   I'll   rise   you   up   so   high,   we   will   fly   again   like   dragons."   His   free   hand   removes   one   of   her   sleeves   to   reveal   her   breast,   a   lick   of   his   tongue   against   it,   travelling   up   to   her   mouth,   as   he   whispers   against   it.   "I   bet   you   will   ride   me   like   a   boat   rides   the   sea,   sweet   one."

[vis3rys]

"Yes!   Ser   Jaime   is   young.   But   surely   you   are   better   than   him.   You   are   a   dragon,   Rhaegar.   Like   the   Dragonknight,   Ser   Arthur   said   you   almost   best   him."   And   that   was   quite   the   feat.   Ser   Arthur   is   what   every   night   should   be   truly.   The   kingsguard   is   sometimes   nicknamed   the   princeguard   with   how   much   time   they   spend   with   the   little   prince   and   entertaining   him.   He   wishes   for   more   time   to   spend   with   father   but   he   enjoys   the   play   of   swords.   Last   time   he   spoke   with   father,   he   made   him   walk   through   the   hall   memorizing   the   names   of   the   dragons,   from   the   biggest   to   the   last   dragon,   a   poor   thing,   as   small   as   his   hands   together.  

Viserys   pays   no   mind   to   the   table,   simply   focusing   on   the   hands   of   his   brother   and   comparing   them   to   his   own.   His   are   still   soft,   and   he   wished   he   could   be   older   so   he   could   spend   more   time   with   Rhaegar.   Sometimes   he   is   jealous,   that   his   brother   spends   more   time   with   Rhaenys   than   with   him   but   the   Septas   say   Rhaegar   is   her   father,   so   of   course   he   would   spend   time   with   her.  

But   he   is   his   brother,   he   always   answers.   Lilac   eyes   open   wide   in   excitement,   once   more   shifting   on   the   table   but   he   seems   to   be   detained   by   one   of   his   brothers   hand.   He   won't   fall,   he   is   a   dragon.   Perhaps   that   way   he   would   learn   to   fly.   "I   can   keep   a   secret,   I   promise,   lēkia.   And   I'm   also   small   I   and   quiet,   I   can   get   them   for   you   and   you   can   show   me."   Viserys   explains   with   excitement   on   his   features,   feet   still   dangling   on   the   edge   ready   to   jump   back   down   to   get   whatever   his   brother   needs.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐘 tugs sweetly at the strings of his heart. It's endearing, to see so plainly the admiration in his lilac gaze, the hopeful gleam accompanied by the FAITH placed upon the older sibling's prowess. It was impossible not to recall the circumstances of his own introduction to the dance of SWORDS, despite harboring no true fondness for it. ❝ Then in the morrow before your lessons are to begin, do find me first, so we may go together. ❞ Rhaegar would rather spend time with Viserys than listen to their royal sire's ravings and the FLATTERY that other nobles shower Aerys with. It means not that he blames them, for it was always best to remain in the King's good graces. ❝ Although I've met Ser Jaime and he is quite the skilled, young knight. It might not be as simple to best him. ❞

At the boy's hop on the table, the crown prince's breath catches and his gaze flickers to the edge his brother is nearing. The younger was wholly focused on the older sibling's palm, UNAWARE of the danger while imparting the cautious words. Inching closer, enough for a swift stretch of an arm to keep Viserys from falling, the heir offers the young boy a muted but no less AFFECTIONATE smile; the warmth of it reflected in the tone of his voice. ❝ I shall heed your counsel, my prince. ❞

Now the youth's attention is on Rhaegar's head, cupped between both of his smaller hands. The older man blinks with lifted brows as AMUSEMENT broadens the curve of his lips. ❝ I do hope not. It would be troublesome if I need to hold it in place all the time. ❞ At the offer regarding an alternative ( clandestine ) way of acquiring more knowledge on Old Valyria, the little prince all too EAGERLY pleas to be told of such secret. It coaxes out a tittering sound from the heir before he feigns pondering on the matter, brushing his chin with his fingers. ❝ Well, I must consider the risks of disclosing that information, and there's also the matter of being caught... It would require one nimble of feet to retrieve the scrolls unseen... ❞ The sibling reflects, letting the words fall with a sideways glance to @vis3rys.