Well, this will be the first story I ever write, so please be kind with me. I've always been a fan of ASOIAF storys, but i couldnt help but wonder, what if this or that happened, and in this case, i wondered, what if Viserys Targaryen wasn't a cunt, so here you go...

283 AC

Rhaella POV :

"Your Grace, you have been summoned by the King." a young voice spoke.

"Thank you, Ser Jaime." her voice came out, barely a whisper. "Do you know the reason for my summoning?"

His eyes betrayed a troubled pitiful look in her direction.

"I have been forbiden to say Your Grace." he answered, as he cast his eyes down. 'Well, it was worth the try,' she thought,' my dearest brother wouldnt let an oportunity to torment me pass'. Her legs obeyed before she even thought about being defiant against the source of all her suffering. 'I have to be strong, I am the blood of the dragon, I wont let him do this to me, I have to be strong, for my sons', her eyes looked inside her soul as she stared at the mirror, 'for me'...

Taking a deep breath to settle her thoughts, she stood up trying to put on the mask of a strong queen, 'what a farce, Im not strong, I am weak, the weakest dragon of them all'. "Very well, Ser Jaime, take me to your King". 'Not my king, never my king'.

She started walking with the young Lannister a few steps behind her, her eyes wandered through the empty, red corridors, 'nobody here to see my misery'.

After a few minutes of quite and somber peace she arrived to the doors of the great hall, stilling herself but for a moment, hoping against hope not to lose her composure once she saw her brother, her raper...

The doors opened and almost fifty faces turned to see their queen come inside, all the great lords of Westeros that still were at her brothers side, 'and oh how few they were'. But her eyes barely noticed them, as she saw the inhuman form sitting on the iron throne. 'He is a monster'... her thoughts betrayed her before she could control them, and she cast her eyes down, afraid that she might have said it out loud.

"Dearest sister", Aerys croaked, "how kind of you to join us. I was wondering where have you been, since I have not seen your face in quite a few days, off plotting my death, are you?" he finished with his eyes almost shut in a suspicious glare.

"I would never, Your Grace!" she tried with all the bravery she could muster. 'I must live, for my sons, for my faithful Rhaegar and my sweet Viserys, I must live '...

"SILENCE!!!" a scream came out of Aerys, "YOU DARE CALL ME A LIAR!!! DO YOU WANT TO WAKE THE DRAGON!! ILL HAVE YOU AAHhhhh!" his voice calmed down as he clutched his hand, a faint red coming from between his fingers.

"Your grace let me help.." one of his servants tried rushing to his side.

"STAY BACK YOU USELESS SCUM, I...I..." he calmed himself before speaking again, "Anyway, that's not why I called you, my sweet queen", he sleered, with a haunting smile that made her insides taste of bile.

"The first son you gave me has turned out to be a failure, just as I always suspected".

'Rhaegar? Please gods, please tell me'...

"Has the Crown Prince lost a battle, Your Grace?" 'Please gods let him be okay, let him return to me, and to his wife and children'.

"He has failed to represent me in the battlefield, he's a weak coward who lost against a hornless stag, no false dragon such as him could have been a son of mine". the king finished his rant with the widest smile, showing his badly kept teeth.

A frozen feeling crept its way to her heart, slowly circuling all her chest.

"Is... is he...?"

"He is dead"

Numb, that is all she felt. Her heart was broken, a few tears kept falling from her eyes but all she felt was numbness. She couldnt believe it. It couldnt be. Her first born son, her sweet little poet, dead...

She didnt feel the floor when she fell, but after a few moments she realized the coldness of stone in her legs...'Viserys, does Viserys know?'

"Where is Viserys?"

"Viserys already knows, I have told him to prepare, they are bringing him here at this moment.. ah just in time!" he exclaimed, a cruel joy bursting in his heart at the sight of his sister down on the floor.

It had been months since she had last seen her boy, as Aerys didnt let her anywhere near him, fearing for his sons health. He had grown a few inches, and his hair was messy and untamed, thanks to the servants not being allowed too near him, but he was still her boy.

"Viserys!!!" she screamed, and she stood up intending to go with her little dragon.

"STAY STILL" Aerys commanded, "Come here boy".

His face was red and puffy, and his eyes were red and filled with unshed tears. He doubted only for a moment, as his eyes met hers, but then he dutyfully marched to his fathers side.

"I have gathered all of you today to proclaim Viserys Targaryen, third of his name, my only true son, as Prince of Dragonstone and rightfull heir to the Iron throne".

There was a moment of silence. Every lord had their wide eyes looking at the King, searching for any indication that he was joking. She was the first to speak, even if she still couldnt believe what her brother was saying.

"Aerys, Aegon is the rightfull heir to the Iron throne..."

"I AM THE KING, AND NO BASTARD SON OF A SAND WHORE WILL SIT ON MY ANCESTORS SEAT". He shouted.

"At least give them leave to go to their family in Dorne then, they deserve at least to be with their family if you dont want them", she countered.

"If they leave now, her brothers will proclaime the whores son to be the rightfull heir, and they too will rebell against their King, I will not allow it, they stay here, and Viserys will lead Westeros when I have passed on. Only a son of mine will seat on the Iron Throne". Aerys spoke while he stood up. "Now, I'll have all of you making vows to the righfull heir, and he who not vows for Viserys, will burn". He finished, looking deep into the eyes of his sister, who had dared to go against him in open court.

'I will pay for this, he will not let it go. What have you done Aerys, you have really outdone yourself now, ensuring the seven kingdoms will still be in chaos once you die" she thought as hatred filled her heart, 'i will pay for being outspoken, but I had to try, now everyone will be trying to kill my son. I have to be strong for Viserys, he will need me'. It was finally her turn. She came after all the lords present. 'I will not fail him, i will not fail my son'.

"I, Queen Rhaella Targaryen, vow to protect and serve the rightfull heir to the Iron Throne, Viserys Targaryen".

There, it was done. 'Im sorry Rhaegar, I failed your son, I failed my grand son, but I have to protect Viserys'.

The hand of the king stood up and dismissed them all. She intended to go with her son, until her tormentors voice called her out.

"My dear sister, you will come with me to my chambers", he said, as dread filled every bit of her. A mad glint shined in his eyes and a cruel smile formed on his face, "after all, my son will need a queen"...