[The shot opens on a bay where a castle can be seen on the mainland far off. Viserys and Balerion are high in the air, leading Daenerys with Vhagar and Rhaella with Meraxes. Behind them, dozens of dragons snarl and flap their wings]
VISERYS: Soon, Dany! And we shall be wed!
[Daenerys glances to Rhaella, who is worried. Below in the bay, a large fleet is anchored, and the castle below is filled with movement and shouts. Viserys swoops down, Daenerys and Rhaella follow him, and the sky is blackened by dragons, and the three dragon riders hover above the city.]
VISERYS: I have returned!
[The townsfolk, nobles, smallfolk and garrison of the castle glance up in horror at the dragons flying across the sky, and the riders whose dragons are large.]
VISERYS: Your king! Viserys of House Targaryen! Bow before me!
[There is infighting and movement below. Viserys squints and smiles as everyone he can see is prostrate, or bloodied with their bodies tossed aside. He flies further, to a tall red castle, and sees a fat man upon a horse, surrounded by soldiers in white armor.]
VISERYS: Usurper!
[The fat man turns and shakes. The white-armored soldier beside him draws his sword. Viserys flies close, Balerion's wing-flapping upending carts and scattering horses, and the Usurper is thrown bodily off his horse.]
VISERYS: Ha! I should burn you all, if I did not want to sit the Iron Throne first.
[Viserys raises his sword which glints and those below stare and gasp]
VISERYS: I am the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms! Surrender, and your deaths will be quick!
[Viserys watches excitedly. The Usurper is handed a warhammer, his white-armored soldiers draw their swords, and Viserys goes purple.]
VISERYS: I am the king!
[Balerion opens his mouth, and a stream of fire fills the courtyard, and creeps up the Red Keep. Viserys leaps off Balerion who flies low, and lands in the courtyard which is aflame. Daenerys, atop Vhagar, shrieks]
DAENERYS: Brother!
[Viserys strides through the fiery courtyard. There are burned out husks and stables on fire and the Red Keep is smouldering. The drawbridge crumbles and he walks into the castle.]
[The shot changes to the interior of a long room filled with hunting tapestries. The doors open and Viserys, ashy-faced with his sword drawn, in black and red garb, crumples]
VISERYS: My throne.
[Viserys rises and walks down the long hall. He glares at the hunting tapestries and looks ahead, where a throne made of swords rises high in the air. His footsteps echo and he reaches the small steps when there is a noise and he turns, panicked.]
VISERYS: Who's there?
[Viserys flexes his muscles and his glance darts from left to right. A man in golden armor walks forth, his hair golden.]
VISERYS: The Kingslayer!
[Jaime grins and draws his sword]
JAIME: Sit on that throne and I'll kill another king.
[Viserys shakingly raises his finger]
VISERYS: I killed you, with the others!
[Jaime chuckles and takes a stance]
JAIME: As if I would leave Cersei behind.
[Viserys panics, then grins.]
VISERYS: My sword is Valyrian steel. I call it Blackfyre.
JAIME: You are a whelp with a toy.
[Jaime spins and Viserys' sword is knocked clean out of his hands. Viserys quivers and pulls a dagger from his side. Jaime laughs.]
JAIME: Oh, yes. Every man who has pulled a dagger on me has died.
[Viserys is shaking. There are roars from above]
VISERYS: Balerion?
JAIME: Your dragon will kill us both. A fitting end.
[Viserys falls over as Jaime advances. Viserys holds up a shaking hand, Jaime raises his sword, and then he grips thin air. There is a noise from afar, and Viserys glances to the doors and cries.]
JAIME: Who are you?
[Jean walks the length of the throne room. Roars can be heard, screaming from outside, and the flash of fire. Jaime, unarmed, turns to Jean. Viserys pulls himself up.]
VISERYS: He - he was trying to kill me!
[Jaime glances at Jean]
JAIME: A red priest?
[Jean's eyes go dark and veins throb in her face. Jaime is lifted into the air and goes pale. He shatters into a million pieces, and Viserys clutches his neck, then grins]
VISERYS: Incredible!
[Jean is silent. Viserys picks up Blackfyre, then turns to the Iron Throne, then to Jean. He is genuinely happy.]
VISERYS: It was all I ever wanted.
[Viserys walks up a set of steps then climbs the dizzying height of the stairs leading to the Iron Throne. His posture becomes more regal. He turns to face Jean.]
VISERYS: I will not forget it. You are my most loyal vassal.
[Viserys freezes as Jean flies up, face to face with him. He stutters.]
VISERYS: You are my goddess. I owe you everything.
[Jean smirks. Viserys sits upon the Iron Throne, and his shoulders shake. His face is covered with tears, then he clears his throat and glances up to Jean]
VISERYS: I want a coronation.
[The roars of dragons can be heard, and the shot zooms out from the Iron Throne to show the length of the throne room until the doors snap shut and the shot goes black]