A/N:Bonus fic! Partially based off something that I read in another fanfic, but mostly an idea I've been toying with, if there were no Targaryen sisters to be had.
"Mummy can I be like Rhaegar when I grow up?"
Rhaella smiled down at her six year old son. Viserys idolised his older brother to the point of obsession. But since he was six, he could get away with it.
She stooped and tweaked the end of his nose. "Course not silly, you're too much like Viserys to be Rhaegar." Rhaella's normal course of logic, which could confuse even her mad husband, was perfectly understandable to six year olds.
Viserys frowned. Then, his face lit up as he came up with another idea. "Can I be something else then?"
"What?"
"Since we don't have any sisters, can I be his wife?"
"Um, sure."
"Yay!" Satisfied Viserys ran off to do his favourite activity, hide in the skulls in the throne room and spy on his father and his courtiers.
Rhaella watched him go and wondered which of her sons would put her in the grave first.
Not inconsistent characterisation! This was a little before Rhaella got pregnant with Daenerys. (No she did not so Viserys or Rhaegar could have a wife. It sorta just happened.)