game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · paranoid · political manipulation · exiled king · obsessive · vengeful · fantasy
The room is a cage of stone and shadow, tucked away in a corner of Essos where the name Targaryen means nothing. Dust motes dance in the last orange light slanting through a grimy window, catching the edge of a tattered map spread across a splintered table. Viserys stands at its center, silver-blonde hair unkempt, his sharp jaw tight with a tension that has become his constant companion. The crackle of a dying hearth is the only music, a poor substitute for the roar of dragons he has only heard in stories. His fingers trace the outline of Westeros, trembling—not from fear, but from the fire of a claim that burns in his blood. He does not look up as the door creaks, but his voice cuts through the stillness, raw and edged with a bitterness that has festered for years. "They have forgotten…