The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen

5. Wounds

'Did you read it?' Alicent questioned as they sat under a tree a large book in her lap as Rhaenyra stared up at the sky, not paying attention. The world of politics bored her.

'Of course, I read it.' Rhaenyra answered

'When Princess Nymeria arrived in Dorne, who did she take to husband?'

'A man.' She answered bored out of her mind

'What was his name?' Alicent pushed.

'Lord Something.'

'If you answer with "Lord Something," Septa Marlow will be furious.'

'She's funny when she's furious.' Rhaenyra told her with a smirk

'You're always like this when you're worried.' Alicent remarked.

'Like what?' she asked staring up at her.

'Disagreeable.' Alicent told her. Rhaenyra stared at her, a bit annoyed 'You're worried your father is about to overshadow you with a son.'

'I only worry for my mother. I hope for my father that he gets a son. As long as I can recall, it's all he's wanted.' Rhaenyra told her honestly.

'You want him to have a son?'

'I want to fly with you on dragon back, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.' Rhaenyra told her.

'I'm being serious.'

'I never jest about cake.' Rhaenyra assured. "It is a trait my aunt Avalon and I share."

'You aren't worried about your position?'

'I like this position. It's quite comfortable.' Rhaenyra mused adjusting on the ground. But Alicent got up and Rhaenyra's head which was in her friends lap dropped to the ground 'Where are you going?'

'Home. The hour has grown late.' Alicent told her stubbornly.

'Princess Nymeria led her Rhoynar across the Narrow Sea on 10,000 ships to flee their Valyrian pursuers.' Rhaenyra said getting up. Alicent looked at her baffled. 'She took Lord Mors Martell of Dorne to husband and burned her own fleet off Sunspear to show her people that they were finished running.' Rhaenyra took the page tearing it out of the book

'What are you doing?' Alicent questioned as Rhaenyra handed it to her.

'So you remember.'

'If-if the Septa sees this book, then...' Alicent said nervously as she looked at the torn page in her hand

'fսck the Septa.'

'Rhaenyra!' she declared as they both started laughing.

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'Is it healing?'

'It has grown slightly, Your Grace.' Mellos told him as he examined the wound

'Can you say yet what it is?' Otto questioned

'We've sent inquiries to the Citadel. They are searching the texts for similar cases.' Mellos told him

'It's a small cut from sitting the throne. It's nothing.' Viserys told them.

'The King has been under heavy stresses preparing for the birth. Bad humors of the mind can adversely affect the body.' Mellos assured

'Whatever it is, it needs to be kept quiet.' Otto remarked. No one need know that the king was sick.

'We should leech it again, maester.'

'It's a wound that refuses to heal, Grand Maester. Might I suggest cauterization?' one of the maester suggested poking at the wound on Viserys back.

'Cauterization would be a wise course of treatment, Your Grace. It will be painful...' Mellos warned.

'Fine. Fine.' Viserys agreed.

'Brother, knock, knock,' Avalon said peering in.

"Avalon love, come on in.' Viserys said and she looked around at all the maesters. Viserys saw the worry on her little face. 'Sweetie I'm fine.'

'Are you sure?" Avalon questioned getting closer.

A murmur of Princess was spoken as she passed by.

'I didn't know you were here love.' Viserys exclaimed.

'Yes I got in right after Daemon.' Avalon told him giving him a hug.

'Daemon, he is here too?" Viserys tried to his the worry from his voice.

'Don't worry he is on his best behavior.' Avalon assured. But Viserys knew otherwise. 'We are here for the tourney.' Avalon reminded him. 'Daemon is going to win.' Avalon told him.

'is he?" Viserys questioned. 'I didn't know him a fortune teller.' He mused.

'the same could be said for you.' avalon said sitting down on the couch. 'you are claiming you will have a boy.'

'I am.' Viserys told her and a smile tugged at Avalon's lips.

'Just because you want something doesn't make it happen.' Avalon reminded him.

'Daemon is not going to win and I am not going to have a boy. Happy?" Viserys countered.

"I want you to have a boy and I want Daemon to win.' Avalon assured.

'I am glad you are here.' Viserys told her. 'I missed you.'

'Mouse has gotten so big, you should see him.' Avalon said leaning into him.

'that so? I assume you saw Syrax, Rhaenyra is very proud, I cant get her off of him.' Viserys remarked. 'she reminds me of you.' Viserys admitted.

'well then I suppose you got lucky, she could remind you of Daemon.' Avalon mused.

'I am glad she has a good role model like you.' Viserys assured. 'but maybe you could tell her the dangers of dragon-' and Avalon burst out laughing.

'Oh brother, I love you but I love dragon riding and if Rhaenyra wants to be a dragon rider with me, then I am not going to sway her at all.' Avalon told him.

'I figured you would saw that.' Viserys said he leaned over to pour himself a drink and Avalon lifted his shirt he tried to pull away but she held tight staring at the wound.

'Liar.' She whispered. 'what is that?'

"I got cut.' Viserys told her grabbing her hands and forcing her to look up at him. 'its from that iron throne.' Viserys assured. 'nothing to worry about.'

'the number of maesters in here earlier said otherwise.' Avalon told him. She stared at him a moment longer and he let go of her hands and turned his back to her with a sigh. She lifted his shirt again, her fingers running gently along the edge of the wound. 'Vis that doesn't look good.' Avalon remarked.

'they are going to burn the wound.' Viserys told her.

'well I will get them back in here and tell them to burn it.' Avalon said getting up but Viserys grabbed her hand again.

'Honey you cant tell anyone.' Viserys told her.

'why?'

"People will think me sick and weak-'

'and weak dragons are a target.' Avalon finished. 'but youre not sick.' Avalon stated but also questioned.

'No, just a wound.' Viserys assured.  'I'm very glad you are back, Avalon.'