House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Here for you - Part 1 - Viserys x Reader

For KuroShiniGamiEngel. Thank you for the inspiration 😊

"Get out............!" (Y/n) hissed disdainfully, as she made her way into her oldest brother's room. The old wooden door nearly cracking as it violently hit the wall behind it. The princess glaring down at the wide-eyed girl. Alicent quickly closing the book on her lap.

"I was just............."

"I know what you were just. I have heard the rumours. You and your father, you make me sick...........! Get out of my brother's rooms, and do not think about coming back........." The dragon princess continued, as she grabbed hold of Alicent's arm, and dragged her to her feet, before pulling her to the door.

"(Y/n). She was only.........you weren't here and.........."

"I know, Viserys. I am only sorry that I could not have been here for you and Rhaenyra, sooner. That I was not here when our dear Aemma was taken from us. But I am here now, and I will be taking care of everything. Your grief might have made you blind to the machinations of that odious Otto Hightower, but not me. Sending his own daughter to comfort you, when he and the rest of the small council push you to find another wife. This........this child, making herself available. Making herself your shoulder to cry on. Willing to jump into a bed whose sheets are barely cold. Well, as long as I have breath in my body, she will not get her claws into you. Otto Hightower will never have any more control over the Seven Kingdoms, than he already does. Now, you will leave peacefully, Alicent; or I will happily make you leave, through the window. And as far as I recall, Hightower's cannot fly............" (Y/n) growled, as she looked at her brother, and then back to the young woman. The dragon throwing back open the door to the rooms, and pushing Alicent unceremoniously through it. The ingress being slammed, on the shocked girl.

"(Y/n)........I............" Viserys began, as he got to his feet. The king engulfed in his sister's arms. A feeling of relief and happiness spreading through his body, as his sibling held him close. A feeling of peace that he hadn't felt since Aemma and their son had been taken from him.

(Y/n) was the youngest of the three children born of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen. The princess spending most of her time in Essos, while her family ruled over Westeros. Yet she had been there when Viserys and Aemma had been wed. When her niece had been born. The lady remaining in Kings Landing and aiding her good sister with the little girl, for as long as she was needed. Yet (Y/n) had grown restless, the world calling to her as it always would. The beautiful dragon unable to ignore it for too long. Viserys having to admit that he had felt lost when his sister had left the capital. That it was as if a part of him was missing.

She had always been the smart one. Always the one that he had needed. Even from a young age, the lady had been the one to advise him on anything and everything. Viserys always calling on her in times of need. Times when he could not think; when he had no idea what to do for the best. Her sage words and common sense, more trusted by the king, than any that came from the men on his small council. And he never needed her more than he did now. Never needed her by his side more, than he did at this moment. Viserys finally letting the tears fall, as (Y/n) combed her fingers through his hair.

"I know, my dear brother. But I am here for you now. And I have no intention of leaving you. I am needed here, and I am sure that Aemma would be happy to know that I have come to take care of not only you, but Rhaenyra too. That poor child must be devastated." (Y/n) said softly, as she continued to hold her brother close.

To most others, the female dragon was not known as being gentle; as being sweet. She had never been a fool, too intelligent to be taken in by all the sycophants that filled her brother's ears with their so called "advise", which, in truth, was their way of trying to increase their own power in the kingdom. Happy to tell Viserys anything if it got them the favour of the king. And given that, she had had more than a few run ins with Otto Hightower; he, in (Y/n)'s opinion, being the worst of them all. The way that she would speak to the Hand, how she would send the man away with his tail between his legs, always delighting Daemon. And now, now he was trying to use his only daughter to bed her poor brother. To have her made queen. But (Y/n) would be long dead before she would let that happen. Long dead, before a Hightower could call themselves the master of a dragon. The lady more than happy to make herself, once more, the scourge of anyone that may think they could influence her brother now that he was at his lowest ebb.

"(Y/n).............." Viserys managed to say, as he continued to hold onto her tight.

"I'm sorry.......I..........."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Viserys. You have lost your wife and a son. I cannot imagine hard it has been for you, and the likes of your Hand will know that. They are using this opportunity to strike. Well now that opportunity has been taken from them. Their plans will not work. I am here for you. So.........." (Y/n) explained, as she pulled away from her brother, and carefully wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"Why don't you come and tell me everything that has been happening........." The princess continued, as she led her oldest sibling to the couch and sat him down. (Y/n) joining him and listening, as Viserys told her all that had occurred since the bodies of Aemma and little Baelon had gone to join the gods.