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"What are you doing, Viserys?" Rhaegar stood outside his little brothers nursery, gazing at Viserys with an amused expression.
Viserys crawled out from under his bed, red-faced and with dust clinging on his unruly silver hair.
"I'm a dragon" he claimed. "And thats my lair" he pointed to the space under his bed.
Tall, handsome Rhaegar smiled broadly. It was a rare sight to see the melancholy prince smile.
"Oh?"
Viserys furrowed his little face and pointed to the exit. "You must leave quick or you'll get the dragon angry"
Rhaegar laughed and pulled out his sword "I have come here to challenge the dragon"
Viserys hissed and raised his arms in a flapping motion "Then burn" he roared.
He pounced ontop of his older brother and Rhaegar playfully fell onto the floor, his face pretending to grimace in pain.
"I yield, I yield" Rhaegar cried, raising his arms in submission.
Viserys ignored his older brother and continued to lightly throw punches at his chest.
"What is this?" a kind voice asked. They both raised there head and caught sight of there mother standing outside the chamber, accompanied with a member of the Kingsguard.
Viserys pranced up "Rhaegar had awoken the dragon"
Queen Rhaella opened her arms and Viserys jumped into them.
Rhaella smoothed her sons hair back. "You mustn't hit your brother" she scolded.
"He was simply playing, mother" said Rhaegar, standing up on his two feet.
"Good morning, Ser Barristan" he said the moment he noticed the knight outside.
"Good morning to you too, my prince" the old knight bowed.
"Rhaegar was an evil knight" Viserys proclaimed. "And I was the dragon"
"Then I am the mother dragon and I have come to here to protect my little dragon" she murmured, kissing Viserys on the head. He immediately pulled back in disgust and wiped the kissed spot.
"I'm a big dragon"
Rhaegar smiled and patted Viserys on the head "Indeed he is"
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It took Viserys a while to awake from his memory in the past. The gods were cruel to mock him in sending him dreams of happier times.
Viserys opened his heavy-lidded eyes and gazed around the unfamiliar room. He was in a cabin made of shiny dark-oak and he lay in a crimson red bed. It was night fall, he realized and as he was about to close to his eyes to fall back asleep, a realization hit him.
"Dany" he cried, pulling himself off the bed and hissing in discomfort from the scorching pain in his wounded chest. His head pounded painfully and as Viserys reached towards it, he found his head bound in white cloth.
"I see you're awake" Viserys turned towards the familiar voice and growled the moment he caught sight of the scarred captain.
"Its you!" he spat, recalling the scarred man he fought in the arena.
"Good, you remember. The damage to your head was awful. I was almost afraid you wouldn't remember anything at all"
Viserys quickly stood but fell back when his head began to spin.
"What do you want?"
The man shrugged and filled his goblet with wine "I want many things"
"Stop talking in riddles"
"Its not a riddle, merely the truth."
Viserys opened his mouth to speak but the captain interrupted him "Before I forget"
He threw a leather bag towards him and Viserys peered inside. Shiny Tyrosh coins lay in the bag, all gold.
"Your winning prize" he said.
Viserys looked at the man, befuddled. He had treated his wounds and returned his winning prize.
"Why did you help me?"
The dark-haired man scratched his scar and smirked "I am usually involved in fighting competitions, not due to the fact that I need coin but to observe others and test my skills on them. You fought splendidly in the arena, one would think someone as young as you would be dead by now. By your size I am guessing you to be sixteen?"
"Fifteen" he replied.
"You're younger then I expected."
Viserys glared at the man and cradled the coins tighter to his chest "What do you want from me?"
The captain grinned from ear to ear "I want you to join my crew"
"You want me to become a sailor?" he asked, shocked.
"Not exactly, more of a highly-esteemed fighter under my command."
Viserys couldn't help but laugh "Why me of all people?"
"You intrigue me" he said simply.
"Is that all?" Viserys was shocked by his answer. There must be more he wants from me...
"There are not many like you"
That is true. There aren't many Targaryen exiles.
"It doesn't matter anyways. I have a sister that you're asking me to abandon"
The captain smiled in an irritating smug "You're a very handsome lad, almost feminine."
Viserys snorted, he knew that Targaryens were considered more attractive then most due to their Valyrian Dragonlord roots but he most certainly did not consider himself feminine looking.
"I believe... Your sister would be most welcome on this ship. The crew would love her."
Viserys turned red in anger, his purple eyes darkening "If you are suggesting..."
He broke into fits of laughter and slapped his knee "Our lot have enough whores on this ship as barnacles under the mast. No one will touch your sister"
"If I were to join you, what would happen to my sister?"
"She can come live on board while you prove your worth to me" The captain refilled his goblet with a light green clear liquid wine.
"My worth to you?" grunted Viserys, struggling to his feet.
"I'll put this bluntly, I do not trust you. You were ready to kill me in the arena and now you want me to fight for you?" Viserys shook his head in dismay and turned towards the door.
"I wouldn't stay in Tyrosh any longer if I were you"
"What do you mean?"
The Captain took a gulp of wine "Slaver Karo Kjiur is demanding a high reward for your pink head because you killed his brother in the arena"
Viserys widened his eyes "Who?"
He shrugged, refilling his goblet "Some noble Tyroshi is all I know. The arena was chaotic and I doubt you were paying much attention to who you slaughtered"
"The whole point in the arena was to kill each other! His pathetic brother signed up to either fight or die"
The captain chuckled "You are new to Tyrosh I presume. The nobles enter the competition in disguise and if they manage to win, a Tyroshi proposes to his beloved after revealing there identity in front of the whole auditorium. Of course, some don't win and scamper off to the barracks for safety. But the best thing of it all, is that no one would know who they were thanks to there false identity so there would be no shame for those nobles in losing to poor Sellswords."
"Well, how was I supposed to know that?" he muttered.
"Its practically a tradition in Tyrosh" The scarred man replied in a manner of fact.
"But if you join me, I will keep you and your sister safe from Karo Kjiur but in return, you will serve me loyally."
It was a very desirable proposal.
"And how exactly will I serve you?" Viserys asked, curiously.
The dark-haired captain grinned "As a sell sword"
"A sell sword? Do you wish me to kill for you?"
"Yes if it comes to that."
Viserys gripped the door handle, as his skull pounded and chest prickled the idea did not seem that unpleasant as before.
"I will do so then" he replied, a tad bit tired.
"Lets drink on it!" the captain turned to his flask and poured another goblet of the pure green wine.
"Tyrosh is renowned for its pear brandy. Come, have a glass. I doubt you will be having any more after we leave"
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"Brother, why are we here?" his sister asked, inspecting the private quarters that the Captain of the Black Sail had generously given them.
"We're going on another adventure" he responded dryly.
"Where?"
"I don't know..."
"You're not making any sense" she huffed, throwing herself on her white linen bed.
"And why is there a towel on your head?"
Viserys cracked a smile "Its not a towel. I hurt my head so I must wear it"
Daenerys tilted her head, questionably "How?"
"I fell" he smoothly lied.
"How did you fall?"
"I tripped. Stop asking me questions, my head hurts"
His head pounded and ached from that damned war hammer. The last thing he needed was his sister pestering him with non-ending questions.
"Did the fall hurt?" she teased.
"Dany stop" he snapped, he was beginning to get annoyed. Daenerys rolled her eyes and kicked her feet in the air.
Viserys turned to stare at the mirror and carefully scanned his disheveled appearance. His face was a pale and gaunt, the dark purple eyes was easily distinguished and the ludicrous pink hair needed to be dyed another colour so it would be easier to escape that stupid noble Tyroshi's wrath. Worse of his over-all appearance was the white bandage on his forehead that almost showed him as weak.
There was a knock on the door and Daenerys rushed over to open it. A skinny, frail slave girl about the same age as his sister cowered behind the door. Her shoulders were bare and all she wore was a white cotton cloth that appeared almost like a pillow sheet.
"The capt-t-ain a-a-waits yo-u-u" she managed to stutter out. "I-I have also be-en ordered to s-serve y-you"
Daenerys jumped up and grabbed the girls hands "Come play with me" she beamed.
The slave girl gasped and pulled away, frightened by her touch. Daenerys face immediately turned somber, her violet eyes gleaming in disappointment.
"Dany, I will be back and let the girl clean, don't disturb her."
Daenerys opened her mouth to retort but he shut the door before he could listen.
Viserys headed to the captains cabin, dreading to meet his fellow crew of sell swords. Boisterous laughter could be heard throughout the corridors and Viserys stomach coiled each step he took. He quietly opened the door and crept into the cabin, the roars of laughter made him grimace. A long table was placed in the middle of the chamber with many different delicacies.
"Ah, heres our little champion" one of the men roared, some snickered at his joke. Viserys did not smile at the jest and continued to inspect the crew as if they were cattle for sale.
"Whats your name?" a tall, sandy-haired man asked him.
"Jon Loop" he replied.
"Where you from, Jon Loop?" the man asked.
"Lys"
"You're not very talkative, aye?" the same sandy-haired man chuckled.
"I do not know you" Viserys said, trying to hide the distain from his voice.
"Karl Jenns." he extended his hand and Viserys took it.
"Saw you fighting in the arena, you did quite a damage on that fat one"
"Thanks" Visery murmured.
He felt a presence behind him and Viserys looked up too see the scarred captain.
"I see you are all gathered here already."
"Where else would I be?" a dark-skinned, skinny man with hazel eyes teasingly asked. A few chuckled at his jest.
"Irki, you would be in a whore house if we were not on sea" said a taller, thinner man to Irki's left.
More laughter echoed and Viserys wondered if they were always so rowdy.
"I have a new mission for the lot of you" said the captain sitting down in a navy blue cushioned chair.
"Are we going to Lys the lovely? I haven't visited a Lysene brothel for a while" stated the dark-skinned man called Irki.
"Control that cock of yours or I'll throw you overboard" the scarred captain said roughly.
Irki frowned and leaned back while the others broke into hysterical laughter. Viserys couldn't help but grin.
"We are heading to Volantis"
"What is there to find in Volantis except for skinny, deprived, tattooed slaves?" a man with a Braavosi appearance murmured.
"A wealthy anonymous customer has hired us to steal what had once belonged to him from Triarch Malaquo Maegyr"
The Braavosi man laughed "I could bet a thousand living dragons that it is his fellow elected triarch who set us up for this task"
"What are we to steal?" Asked a man in the far end of the table.
"A golden tiara with emeralds. A crown that once belonged to a Valyrian dragon lady" the captain answered.
"Wouldn't it be better if you picked one to do the task then all of us?" inquired Karl Jenns.
"There is many treasures from rare diamonds to gold in his ancient palace and the more hands to steal them the better. Apparently, Triarch Malaquo's most valuable goods are hidden inside a separate vault in the east corridors of the Black Wall and that is where one of you would go and steal the Valyrian tiara"
"The Black Wall? The bloody wall is guarded day an==d night by Tiger Cloaks and those slaves are fierce and take full recognition in there names. You do not truly think we would be able to defeat them in our small amount?" Irki gave the Captain a stunned look.
Even though Irki was an lustful idiot, he had the right of it. The Black Wall is a great oval of fused black stone built two hundred feet high in the eastern half of Volantis. It was impossible to enter and none except for the scions of old blood were allowed inside.
"We will get help getting past the black wall, do not fret" the Captain stated.
"And who will be the one to go into the separate vault and steal the tiara?" asked Irki.
The dark-haired captain turned and leered at Viserys.
"The new boy, Jon Loop"
They all turned to look at him.
"This would be the best way of proving yourself to us and become a full member of the Black Sail"
Curse you, I'd rather be hunted by that Tyrosh noble then walk straight into a castle guarded with slaves trained to guard by birth!
"Yes, I will be honoured" Viserys calmly responded, hoping his eyes didn't betray his anger.
Now, some of you may be wondering... what just happened? So Viserys had joined the Black Sails and is now part of their sell sword crew.
So basically, Viserys is now a sellsword working for the Captain of the ship.
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