Dragon's Fire: A Game of Thrones Fanfiction

Chapter 3 -Viserys 1

Viserys of House Targaryen, the Third of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm; looked at the bigger picture in the world, where a false King sat on his throne.

That the Targaryen name was reduced to nothing more, than legend.

They were exiled, but he was the Dragon, fire ran through his veins. However- that wasn't enough-he wished it was.

That's when he had thought of a rather ingenious plan- he had written to Tywin Lannister up in Kings Landing. He had planned on them sending the Stark girl. He would have the North at his side, at least that's what he was suspecting.

In addition, to the Dothraki men that would be on his side after his sister, Daenerys has been wedded. Viserys would have more than enough men to cross the Narrow Sea, and march along the gates of Kings Landing ; thus, reclaiming the throne that belonged to only him.

Sansa Stark - was everything that his wishes answered.

She would take the nearest ship across the narrow sea. Viserys was a prideful man- but even he knew when he needed help.

Deep down Viserys knew he was a jerk, even to his sister...

He had raised her- when his brother, Rhaegar was killed in the Sack of Kings Landing, and his father, King Aerys - died in the Battle of the Trident; his mother died giving birth to his dear younger sister ; Viserys knew that he should blame his mother's death of her, but he cared for her.

She was the spinning image of Queen Rhaella.

After the war they had been smuggled across the Narrow Sea and into the Free Cities, on the continent of Essos.

It took them seventeen years of starving, and blindly asking for followers to take back the Iron Throne, to no avail nothing worked. Barely, having enough energy to make it through the day.

Until -lllyrio Mopatis arrived, a powerful Magister of Pentos- they had stayed as guests. Waiting for the right time to reclaim what was essentially theirs.

Viserys Targaryen was rather happy. He had almost forgotten the feeling, with the life that was dealt for him- Sansa would show him, and even spark something that Viserys himself thought long gone.

He didn't blame the Starks anymore. Lyanna Stark was just a piece of his father, was it something that he should frown upon? His father was his own person he can't blame what happened an odd amount of years and still hold a grudge.

Revenge was something that would grip at him until he fell. He didn't want that to happen so Viserys had let go of everything, everything except the will to sit upon the Iron Throne.

His time would soon come...

Along with men that would fight alongside him, and not against. He knew that he didn't want to become his father...he wanted to become a man that he should of been when he had raised his sister.

Sansa Stark would be his change he vowed. He wouldn't hurt her, he wouldn't yell at her; or lose his temper with her. No, he would show her a side to him that he wanted to be all along.

Kind.... 'Wasn't that going to be hard?' Viserys thought. Walking along the hall pondering around deep thoughts of the near future.

End Author's Note: Sorry, that it's short, but I wanted to give you guys a little peak of Viserys. In addition, thank you for the votes, but please can you leave a review? Let me know of what you think, like, or don't like!! I need to have some idea of if I'm doing a good job, or not.