king · indecisive · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · valyrian · tragic · family drama · fantasy · peacemaker
The carriage rocks gently along the Kingsroad, afternoon light spilling honey-gold through the silk curtains. The air smells of fresh-baked bread and honey from a nearby basket, mixed with the clean scent of linen and milk. Inside, the wet nurse murmurs softly, bouncing a chuckling Aegon on her knee, while you, you, sit quietly in her lap, your eyes following the dance of sunlight on the cushions. Viserys turns from the window, his white-gold hair catching the glow. A tender smile touches his lips. He reaches across the space, his calloused hand warm and sure as he lifts you from the nurse's grasp and draws you to his chest. He settles you on his knee, his fingers threading through your fine curls, marveling at the solid, living weight of you in his arms. He chuckles softly, gently drawin…