Okay so I finally found the time where I am not distracted by uni parties, coursework and seminars! But yes here is part two for you all :3 do enjoy! Please so comment feedback; both negative and positive, are indeed a huge welcome.
King Viserys Targaryen III; Water Gardens, 294 AL
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Heat, sweltering ruddy heat. T'was what the rightful king had to endure. How preposterous! How was he supposed to discuss battle tactics when overcome with this tedious scorching climate? What was worse was that he was stuck, and expressly forbidden to leave the Water Gardens. In truth the exiled monarch was in no mood to suffer the desert and walk through the dusky village, but still it was the practicality of not being allowed to leave.
It had been about three years ago since he had met the Dornish party in Tyrosh, they had only stayed for a moon before departing; as it would not have been safe for Oberyn and Arianne to linger in Essos for too long.
The lions had spies everywhere.
It had then been decided that Viserys and Daenerys would stay with a Pentoshi merchant named Illyrio Mopatis until he was eighteen, the age he was apparently to wed his Dornish bride. At first he was relieved that he and his sister were not to be kicked out on the streets, he doubted that he would fare well at all.
Though he didn't want to wait.
The cheesemonger was a cheery man, who tended to praise Viserys far too much to his own liking. He was kind enough to let them stay in his manse for the long amount of time, but somehow he didn't trust him at all, at least not how he trusted Oberyn.
The Red Viper's words weren't flavoured with flowered niceties, as Illyrio's was. But he told Viserys the truth at least, even though he did not handle the truth too well, it got easier with time.
A good king had to endure. That was what Oberyn told him, and Oberyn was many things, but a liar was far from it. He knew Oberyn was using Viserys for his own vengeance, but at least he didn't do so by concocting lies to make him feel better and to win his liking.
But the stay had gone past quickly, and Viserys found that he was ready. Ready for his throne, ready for his bride, read to go home.
Only Dorne wasn't home, Dorne was unknown to him. But they wouldn't stay for too long… or so he hoped. But it would do for the meantime he supposed…. Daenerys loved it; she loved the heat, and had befriended the young fiery Elia Sand, baseborn daughter of Oberyn.
Perhaps it was the sweltering high temperature meddling with his head, but for the first time ever, he felt as if his sister's happiness was enough to make him smile.
He blamed her less and less for his own agony.
"Vissie, look what Arianne gifted me for my tenth nameday." He heard his sister squeak up, as soft pattering of footsteps echoed inside of his chambers. She was grinning, and swirling around in an ostentatious gown of expensive royal purple and gold silks, which brought out the silver tones in her hair and the purple in her bright violet hues.
Even at a young age, his own sister was quite the beauty, and would likely grow even lovelier with age. It would not be a difficulty in finding a suitable match for her at all when the time came for it.
"Do you like it? I think I shall wear it when you finally wed your bride," Dany giggled, "Arianne says that it looks nice with my—"
"Daenerys! Don't you dare speak of her with such familiarity!" He exclaimed rather loudly, in as booming of a voice he could muster.
His temper had mellowed, and Dany had indeed awoken the dragon on fewer occasions than usual, but it seemed that his whelp of a sister had yet to grow out of her thoughtless pattern of forgetting herself.
"She is soon to be the queen, and you will address her as such! Do you hear me?"
Still, he only yelled at her, he had never raised a hand on her. He never would, not after when he saw his own lady mother endure from his father's abusive nature. Never would Viserys harm his baby sister, not whilst he had his wits about.
"But she said I could call her Arianne… or Ari." She wasn't even daunted by the loud tone of his voice it seemed, and her smile was yet plastered onto her pretty face. "She said we are to be sisters… and family. Isn't that nice Viserys? We finally have a family again, a big one too!"
He didn't notice that his sister was no longer silenced down from his audible threats, likely due to her influence of the Dornish. Nor did he realise that he held little care of scaring her or putting her in her place as he used to.
All he could think of was her last words… a family yes.
Finally.
Princess Daenerys Targaryen II; Water Gardens, 294 AL
He fancied her, she knew he did. There was no one who she knew better, than she knew than her own big brother, and there was no one who knew him better than she did.
Viserys was her mother, father, friend, brother, maester, nurse in one. He had been there ever since her birth, so it was practically expected of her to know him so well.
And know him she indeed did, enough to notice how his temper flared by her speaking of Princess Arianne with such familiarity, while his cheek flushed into a stranger scarlet hue, a hue ever so unfamiliar onto his pale skin.
It was a good thing though; he deserved this, after all he had to endure Viserys deserved something to make him happy, something to ease his pain.
Yes he was tempestuous; yes his scolding had grown scarier over time, as they grew up. Well that was until they had met the Martells.
Dany wasn't so certain what it was, but it seemed that Viserys had gotten some hope, in that somebody finally believed him, which had resulted in his smiles growing more frequent and his temper easing drastically.
Everything had finally come to its place, while Viserys was seemed to be less… burdened, Daenerys had finally come out of her shell, and she felt free for one.
Finally he could be happy, he deserved it. They both did really.
Prince Oberyn Nymeros Martell; Water Gardens, 294 AL
He's not Rhaegar. He's not Rhaegar.
He may have had his elder brother's looks and colouring, but he wasn't Rhaegar. They weren't even alike.
Rhaegar was a melancholic prince, with deep dark eyes which made ladies swoon, and Oberyn snort. Viserys was an eager young boy, with pale lilac hues in which attained a look of naivety and a gaze of one who had seen too much, too soon, both in one.
Rhaegar was cold and bookish, Viserys was tempestuous, shrewd and charismatic.
Rhaegar had the audacity to treat Elia as if she were the one who was fortunate to be his lady wife; Viserys looked at Arianne as if she were the maiden reborn and Shiera Seastar in one.
Rhaegar was so miserable and unreasonable, Viserys wanted to learn, Viserys listened.
He isn't his brother, he isn't his brother. He is nothing like him, he suffered because of his brother's stupidity, and he won't ever repeat those mistakes.
King Viserys Targaryen III; Water Gardens, 294 AL
There she was, once more. Arianne. His Arianne, soon enough hopefully. She was even more beautiful than he remembered with her unruly thick curls in an elaborate hair style done up with braids, hair pins and other feminine complications Viserys understood very little of.
He felt the sudden urge to let her thick hair flow free of its strains, so he could run his lithe fingers through it, and inhale the sweet smell. Last time she smelt of lavender and jasmine, he wondered whether she still smelt the same.
So ridiculous he was! Letting his mind flow so recklessly, when he was to prove himself to these people. But at least it was his wife to be he was so enamoured by, and not another woman.
If only his brother had been so captured by sweet Princess Elia.
He knew it would not do for the rightful king to act like a child caught deep in affections, and soon he would learn, sooner he would have his bride by his side and feel no need at all to only look and daydream about her.
For now he would let himself day dream… for now he felt like he needed it, it was a nice distraction. Whenever thing were much too difficult, he would think of her, and that very night three years ago in Tyrosh, resulting in that deep disturbing feeling his gut not getting to him as much at all.
Already she was his salvation, thought he didn't dare admit that to himself even. Not yet at least.
King Viserys Targaryen III; Water Gardens, three years ago…
"Over time you will know, but this evening is pleasant and lovely, I do not wish to spoil it by such tales, let me forget and enjoy your sweet smile instead."
She squeezed his hand now, and that oh so sweet smile of her had yet to falter from that comely face of hers. His eyes were on her rosy lips, whilst her gaze where plastered on his eyes.
"May I kiss you, my king?"
He felt completely dumbstruck. Was this a game? Was this a trick? How could she know, was she trying to be kind? Or was she trying to fool him for her own gain? Or did she want to kiss him for…? No of course she didn't! No one wanted him; he was nothing, but a crown to her.
"Why?" He asked, letting go of her hands, and trying to mould his face into the most stoic expression he could assemble.
"Because… I want to make it better." She said with her dark brows furrowed, and her voice meeker than he had ever witnessed it to be.
"I don't need your pity; I do not need you to feel sorry for me." A lie and a truthful statement in one, he hated pity, but he did want someone to feel sorry for him, as pathetic as it sounded.
"No I do not pity you; I just want to see you smile again." She grinned, cupping his face, and pressing her lips against his.
At first it was a gentle pucker, but as soon as Viserys responded to her soft his, he deepened it, burying his hands inside her soft hair. She had him captured right then, she left him wanting more, it was almost as if she had bound him by a strange spell performed by that kiss.
Nothing had made him relax so much.
When Arianne's lips detached from his, likely for her to regain her breath, he felt some strange feeling of ease. As if it was all better again, even for a little while, for now he forgot, now he was just a young boy in his adolescence, giving the pretty princess a loopy grin.
Just as she wanted, he smiled at her again, and she kissed him one more. Making him feel more wanted than ever.