A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targary...
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"You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son and nobody's daughter." - Chemtrails Over the Country Club, Lana Del Rey.
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(Targaryen's Residence, Dragonview. September 15, 2007)
Viserys places his cigarette on the ash tray, carefully browsing through his morning newspaper. "Our boy is a little weak, don't you think." he interrupted his wife's Lauds. Alicent's eyebrows furrowed, walking away from her hour of prayer. "Weak?" she inquired and he nods. Not even bothering to stare at her - only at his newspaper.
"He does not act the ways a boy should. He spends his time with Helaena, and I detest your girl very much." he stated, looking down upon his own children. A piece of Alicent's heart shatters. Who was this man that she married? "Our Helaena? She is bright beyond her years, I understand why Aemond prefers her." she defended.
Once again, she was a girl - gulping the grief of a woman scorned. "Don't you think that Aemond should spend time with children of his own gender? We live in a society, Alicent. You wouldn't recognize it, as you are privileged enough to turn a blind eye. Helaena must be perfect. She is a girl, but our sons - they must be strong. Our sons are the pillars of this family. Aemond is weak. Tenderhearted, loving, kind. He'd have an easier life being the opposite of that." he explained.
Alicent settles her rosary on the pew.
"Our sons are the pillars of this family? You say that while your daughter stands to inherit everything." she gritted her teeth.
"You ask for too much of me," he continues reading the paper. "And you give me so little, Viserys." she responded - glaring at him. "I cannot give our children the company. I wasn't the one who created it." he enunciated. "Aemma founded it but you made it prosper. Rhaenyra has money of her own, her husband owns half of Canada, but what about our children?" she frowned.
Viserys takes a deep breath, he settles the newspaper on his lap. "I'm not the only shareholder. If I divide it up into four pieces - there won't be enough to go around." he answers, not feeling the slightest of remorse for his children with Alicent. "- but there is another shareholder. Aemma's best friend." he looked at the vast horizon.
