Aerryn Targaryen didn't really want anything, but his brother's happiness. Even though Viserys sometimes treated him like dirt Aerryn hoped that he was still loved, well, at least he knew that Daenerys still cared for him, even though she was to marry some Dothraki warlord.
Aerryn looked like the rest of his siblings, blonde, but he was extremely pale as well and his eyes were the tone of molten silver.
Aerryn was the youngest of the Targaryen siblings and therefor the most unimportant.
He watched from side-lines as his sister, the only person between him and his brother's dangerous mood swings. It seemed that the warlord was pleased with his bride-to-be.
Tomorrow was to be the actual "wedding", but by what Aerryn had heard it wasn't going to be much of a wedding in the eyes of the people who weren't familiar with Dothraki traditions.
Daenerys went to her room, probably to collect herself and get ready for what was coming, ser Jonah joined her, perhaps to explain what was going to happen tomorrow to Daenerys.
"Am I terrible for using our sister like that?" Viserys' voice broke Aerryn's line of thought and he looked up at his older brother, surprized by the question.
The youngest Targaryen dragged a hand through his long hair, before answering. "Perhaps, but it's what needs to be done if you want to get what is rightfully yours."
Viserys was looking out at the glimmering sea by the time Aerryn had gotten the courage to look him in the face. Aerryn was relatively certain that his brother's disrespect towards their sister would be the death of him… Not that he would particularly mind, after all he would be the legal heir to the throne then, though he would have to deal with all the other people craving the throne as well…
"Aerryn, are you still here?"
The young boy found himself less than an inch away from his brother's face with a warm hand on his pale cheek.
"Sorry, I just got lost in thought," Aerryn looked away and pried his brother's hand away from his face. He decided to turn his eyes at the setting sun, was this day really ending? Aerryn found he had quite liked this paradise like scenery and worriless life, no wars to fight, no people to kill. That was obviously about to change.
"Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about, little brother?" asked a soft whisper right next to Aerryn's left ear.
Viserys had liked to harass his younger brother for years now, especially because Aerryn didn't really resist him.
"Just about what life will be like when the Iron Throne is yours, brother," Aerryn lied smoothly; he didn't want his Viserys to know what his opinion on the odds of the oldest Targaryen sibling actually having Westeros at the palm of his hand were.
"Did you know that most people here seem to have the idea that you and I have an inappropriate relationship?" Viserys was smiling widely as he put his hands on his brother's hips.
Aerryn let out a sharp breath and looked up, so the top of his head was against his brother's chest. He put his smaller and paler hands on top of Viserys' and smiled a small smile.
"You ought to be working on losing those ideas, they might hurt you later on, brother."
Suddenly Aerryn found himself being turned around and pushed against the ledge of the natural balcony they had been looking at the sunset on.
The younger Targaryen stared at his brother and the way that smile had turned sinister. One of Viserys' hands stayed on Aerryn's hip, the other was on the younger boy's cheek.
Aerryn's eyes widened and he shook his head, "No, don't even think about it. We're siblings, worse - brothers."
"Keep it quiet, someone might see us," Viserys' breath on Aerryn's face.
Suddenly Viserys' lips were on Aerryn's and what was worse Aerryn couldn't hate his brother for this, he even hoped that his brother would survive and get the Iron Throne.
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