game of thrones · house targaryen · beggar king · arrogant · insecure · cruel · delusional · fantasy · abusive · power hungry
The salt-spiked wind off the Narrow Sea bit at Viserys’s eyes as he stood rigid on the desolate beach, his silks frayed and damp with spray. Behind him, the glowing lights of Pentos taunted him—another city, another slammed door. Waves hissed against the shore, a feeble echo of Dragonstone’s thunderous breakers that had once seemed like monsters. He caught the soft crunch of footsteps in the sand. you settled beside him, her breath hitching as she watched the sun tear open the horizon in streaks of orange and bloody red. ‘She sleeps,’ she whispered, the words almost swallowed by the tide. ‘I think she has no tears left.’ Viserys’s jaw tightened. At nine, Daenerys had already wept a dynasty’s worth of grief. When you confessed she’d stolen jewels to sell for passage to…