I may have forgotten on chapter 1- I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire all rights belong to George R. and HBO. I do intend to add invented characters.
Viserys shivered as the night's air blew over him and he held himself tighter. Circumstances had not been in his favour. Once he had left Vaes Dothrak he had marched off into the night without much regard as to where he was going. It wasn't until the sun had risen that Viserys had realised he had no idea where he was or where he was going. He had attempted to retrace his steps if he did then he could try and find out where he was from where he started… and maybe even re-join his sister but he had not found his way. Viserys would never admit it but he was lost.
This was the second night to pass since he had abandoned the Dothraki and it was taking its toll. He had exhausted his water supplies on the first day and the thirst was becoming unbearable. He had seen plenty of animals but he had no idea how to skin them and make them edible let alone start a fire to cook them on. Perhaps even more embarrassing was the fact that he was unable to kill the animals in the first place… he'd never had to do it before. He'd begged before, yes, but hunted? Viserys had always had someone else do that for him. A king should not hunt. Yet he had to try and hunt here and he found he was useless at it. So he had not eaten anything since leaving the Dothraki.
He had intended to find some bushes and feed of berries but none had presented itself so he had gone hungry… very hungry. Now he was cold also with the night's air blowing in and Viserys shivered again.
Where was his whore of a sister now? Viserys gritted his teeth. No doubt she was having sex with Khal Drogo moaning as he road upon her. Only an idiot would have sex with a pregnant woman but Khal Drogo was an idiot so Viserys thought the scene entirely possible. The whore. He huddled himself closer to the tree.
Who had she thought she was? Did she think herself to be higher than Viserys? No one was higher than a king. She should have thanked Viserys on the day he sold her to Khal Drogo, praised him for his wisdom in trying to get an army. She hadn't. She hadn't even thanked him once he realised she now enjoyed being rammed into by the massive man. Viserys didn't think he'd ever been thanked before.
The wind howled at him and he found he could not huddle any closer to himself as he shivered. Was this it then? The tale of the last dragon… ended here? Viserys dared not think about it as he tried to control his breathing. He had to have water. He had to have food. He had to live. If he did not live then a pretender would sit on the throne forever and his family's deaths will not be avenged.
No matter how many times he told himself this he found his eyes slowly drooping. He knew if he fell asleep he would not awaken again. That the last dragon would be a dead dragon but he couldn't stop it. His eyes drooped lower and lower until he was no longer awake.
Viserys felt something sharp connect with him and he cracked his eyes open. It was still dark but light was starting to enter the sky. It was dawn and there was someone standing before Viserys. Viserys looked up at the man who was indistinguishable in the dim light. He spoke very fast in a language Viserys did not understand at all. Perhaps it was just that Viserys was tired and he didn't understand what the man was saying.
"I-I-"
"Ah," the man said in a strong foreign accent, "Westerosi?" Viserys couldn't reply. His mouth had dried up so much that he found it impossible to reply to this man before him. "Do you want water?" came the voice again producing a small pouch from beneath his cloak. Viserys's mind had started working again though.
He Viserys Targaryen needed to be given water? The dragon did not get given the dragon would take. He moved his head away from the water as it approached his mouth and the man frowned even in the poor light Viserys could see that.
"Are you not thirsty?" inquired the heavy voice and Viserys looked away from him. He needed water. He needed food. He did not need charity. "You do need water." The voice added to itself and Viserys wondered if he'd unknowingly whispered his thoughts out loud.
"Drink," Viserys turned to see the pouch near his mouth and the man kneeling down beside him, "or I shall force it down your throat." Viserys considered it for a moment before drinking. It felt as if life itself was slowly being returned to him as he drank gulp after gulp. He felt replenished. He stopped drinking and the man stoppered the pouch before outstretching a hand. Viserys glared at it warily.
"Wh-" he broke into a coughing fit as he tried to speak and once it was done tried again. "Who are you?" his voice sounded strained and weak and the man smiled. There was enough light to see what he looked like now.
The man had thing brown hair on his head barely disguising the fact that he was old. However where his hair disguised him his other features betrayed him. He had a black cloak over a set of gleaming iron armour, which seemed to almost weigh the man down. At his waist Viserys could see the helm of a sword with a small red gem glistening in it. The mans face looked strained and old like it had seen far too much in its time. The eyes were a calm and reassuring blue whilst his smile gave the impression of compassion.
"My name is Andres Drake, Ser Drake if it pleases you better." Viserys looked the man up and down.
"You're a knight?" he whispered. His voice sounded better if he whispered.
"Yes. I was knighted many years ago when I fought beside Robert Baratheon in his rebellion against Aerys Targaryen. Admittedly it was pure coincidence I was there at the time but I got knighted for it." The man spoke very good of the Common Tongue but Viserys glared at the knight. This man had fought with the usurper against Viserys's father. This man had taken part in the fall of the Targaryen's.
"Why did you-"
"Why did I help you?" interjected Ser Drake taking back his hand, which he had been holding out. "Although I have not been in Westeros for many years I remember my vows and I honour them. One of those is to protect the weak." Viserys could feel anger growing now.
"I am not weak," he hissed dangerously but the knight did not seem to care.
"I am sure that is true once you are fed and watered," he spoke as if Viserys was some kind of pet, "but right now when you are almost dead? Any man would be weak." Viserys was no man. Viserys was a dragon but the knight did not have to know that…
"Get me up," Viserys commanded and Ser Drake arched an eyebrow as he reached out his hand again.
"I see you have good manners." Viserys took the hand and was hauled to his feet. Viserys immediately wished he had stayed lying down. His legs felt like they were going to fail him at any moment and he felt them shake under him. Viserys used the knight to support himself with discontent. He did not trust the knight but it was Viserys's only hope.
"Where were you headed?" asked the man casually as he started moving slowly with Viserys leaning heavily upon him. It struck Viserys that he had no idea where he had been going.
"Where are you going?" Viserys pushed and Ser Drake seemed to shift slightly.
"Qohor," he replied, "I have some business there I would like to conclude."
"I was heading for Qohor." Viserys said openly deciding that was as good a place as any. He had stayed there for a short time whilst running from city to city. It was a rather abandoned and lonely city but it was better than anywhere else. Ser Drake turned his head to Viserys.
"What a coincidence that we're heading for the same city." Viserys refused to answer that as he was brought out from the small forest. He saw two horses tied up to a tree and Viserys frowned. Two horses? Why would the knight have two horses? Was there someone else hiding perhaps? Viserys backed off from the knight suddenly gaining energy in his legs and the knight turned with furrowed brows.
"What's wrong?" Viserys was looking about now searching for the accomplice.
"Where's the other?" the knight frowned further.
"Who?"
"Why do you have two horses?" Viserys demanded glad that his voice had returned to him. The knight looked to the horses and then back to Viserys.
"I travel a lot and sometimes I push my horse too hard. I cripple them much to my dismay. Thus I have learned that bringing an extra horse is never a hindrance." Viserys was certainly not fooled. Did the knight think him to be a fool?
"Don't try to lie to me. What do you take me as a Dothraki idiot?" spat Viserys angrily watching as the knight sighed.
"Why would I deceive you?" inquired the knight calmly, "I could have killed you while you slept or just left you to die. Why would I take you hostage?" Because I am the one true king of Westeros. Of course though… this man wasn't to know who he was… he didn't know who Viserys was. The knight saw Viserys as just another peasant with oddly coloured hair and although that angered Viserys it was what was keeping him alive.
"Perhaps…" Viserys strained trying to remember all the other beggars he'd found when he had begged with his sister and how they had spoken. He could not speak like a highborn. "I don't know." Was all he came up with and the knight nodded.
"So come here and get on it." Viserys was no less wary but did as he was asked. He was helped by the knight to mount the horse since his legs had managed to loose all their energy again. The mare was a silver a silver which would've been the same colour as Viserys hair had his hair been clean. The horse wasn't as large as the Dothraki steeds Viserys had been forced to see over the past couple of months but it was a beautiful thing.
"Are you hungry?" Viserys looked up from the horse to the knight who had mounted his larger black horse. The knight seemed to look more at home on the back of the horse. His grey cloak seeming to be quite at home on the back of that house.
"Meat will be appropriate." Viserys snapped composing himself on his horse. He was the dragon and would not be bowing to knights. Ser Drake raised an eyebrow.
"Will it now? You'll have to forgive me that I have no cutlery." Viserys whipped his head round to the knight in shock. He had insulted him. The knight had dared to insult him? However Viserys had little time to say any more as the knight whirled his horse about and rode off. Viserys turned his mare and followed.
It wasn't a long ride until Ser Drake and Viserys rode into a small camp. A small fire burned with a tent made of furs nearby. There seemed to be very little in the camp other than the tent and a small bedroll inside it. The knight dismounted with ease before walking over to Viserys.
"I can dismount on my own." Viserys almost hissed whipping his leg over so fast that he managed to fail to land on his feet. He hit the ground on his back sending a jolt of pain up his spine. The mare he had been riding slowly moved away to eat some grass whilst Viserys lay there with his eyes scrunched.
It had been the horse's fault. The stupid beast hadn't positioned itself properly. He opened his eyes to see Ser Drake standing there with a hand outstretched. Viserys slapped it away and rose of his own accord in a foul temper.
"Where's this food then?" he snapped and the knight chuckled.
"I had been hunting when I stumbled across you. Surely you must've seen the rabbits?" Viserys looked to the back of the black horse to see a number of rabbits slumped there.
"I saw them," Viserys lied.
"Right. Then you must know they will take time to prepare. I have more water and you may use my bed if you require." Viserys glowered at the knight who chuckled again and Viserys's anger doubled.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"I suppose I am," the knight spoke pulling the rabbits off the horse. Viserys drew his sword swiftly and the knight looked over at Viserys in apparent shock. Just like the Dothraki he feared Viserys. Good.
"Put that away boy."
"Boy? You dare call me boy?" Viserys was furious now. "I am the dragon! You have no right to call me boy you piece of dirt!" suddenly Ser Drake had his own sword out and Viserys felt his insides squirm slightly.
"Put it away."
"Why should I? Do you think I'm afraid?"
"Your hands are shaking and your voice is quivering. Have you ever killed a man boy?" Viserys stared incredulously at the knight. He couldn't speak to Viserys like that. He couldn't! Viserys was a king and kings were not insulted… however... as Viserys wielded the sword he could clearly see he was no match for the knight and he slowly sheathed his sword.
Viserys knew he wasn't talented with a sword anyway. It was unlikely he was ever going to kill a knight. Ser Drake seemed to have already evaluated that as he sheathed his own sword.
"Smart move," he said simply before getting to work on the rabbits. Viserys looked about him as some air blew over them whipping his matted hair out. He had never killed anyone. Not once. Viserys wondered if that made him weak. Did it make him weak that he hadn't killed anyone? His father had killed thousands but despite it all Viserys could not avoid his father's well-known title 'The Mad King'. He had never truly thought his father to be mad or insane yet… Viserys had once seen his father burn a man with wildfire in the throne room. The dragon skulls had laughed down upon the burning peasant as he burned and screamed. His father had laughed and clapped roaring for more deaths and more burnings. Viserys had watched on with the sunlight shining down through the stained windows and glinting of the iron throne and invisible tears had rolled down his cheeks.
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Author's Note;
So what are we thinking? My own version of Viserys may not link up with how you saw him but we never really got to see much of him in the books or TV show. I'm writing him how I see him. Review to keep me happy :)