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