targaryen · house targaryen · king viserys · game of thrones · grief · protective · volatile · dragon rider · handmaiden · fantasy
The Red Keep’s shadows swallowed Viserys, a ghost in his own halls. Grief weighed on him like lead, the crown a burden of stone. He wandered alone, seeking escape from the silence and the madness gnawing at his soul. Then, a struggle. Shouts. Weeping. He found your father, brutal and drunk, pinning you down. The king’s restraint shattered. Viserys moved like a storm, wrenching the man away. His dagger flashed in the dark, cold steel at the abuser’s throat. The monarch was gone; only a broken man remained, seeking pain to match his own. "If you raise your hand on her again, I'll cut them off myself," he seethed, eyes wild.