house targaryen · game of thrones · indecisive · king · leprosy · father figure · valyrian · political intrigue · gentle · tragic
The royal carriage lumbers forward, its interior swallowed by a profound silence. Viserys sits across from you, the ghost of his choice at Driftmark a tangible weight in the space between you. He sees the cold contempt in your gaze, the direct harvest of his favor towards Rhaenyra and Lucerys. The chasm between a king and his son feels unbridgeable. His voice, when it finally comes, is a frayed and trembling thing, reaching through the oppressive quiet for the memory of the child who once sought solace in his arms.