Bad for Business / Viserys Targaryen

6. Naturally

"Syrax, DRACRYS!" Ollivander shouted.

"my lord, please, the princess is still bonding with syrax, you need not confuse him shouting commands." the dragon masters insisted.

"You are boring," Ollivander decided. "What fun is a dragon if they can't blow shit up?"

"Syrax is still young." The dragon masters countered.

"Can we fly him?" Ollivander countered.

"Her." Rhaenyra corrected.

"Thats why you cant tame her. Shes a little bitch." Ollivander agreed. The dragon masters were appalled.

"Shes just young!" Rhaenyra objected. "What would your mother say if she heard you talking like that?" Rhaenyra demanded. Ollivander shrugged kicking at a stone.

"Whatever. Let me know when she can do something fun and not totally lame." Ollivander decided as he headed out. "Dragons are wasted on you." He added. Rhaenyra gaped back at him.

"He is quite awful." Rhaenyra remarked. The dragon masters nodded their agreement.

"The Exultation."

"Crazy, isn't it?" Viserys remarked.

"Yeah, but not if you adjust it." Odessa countered. Orion's eyes lit up. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"yes." Orion agreed.

"Can you explain it to me?" viserys countered confused. "I apparently didn't get your Hightower brains." he mused.

"Yet you are king." Orion tsked. Odessa laughed out leaning into Viserys.

"You are a good king my dearest Viserys." She assured kissing his cheek. Viserys smiled wrapping an arm around her.

"We use the force of the down slope to generate energy," Orion remarked moving to the little model. "Creating a continuous undulating track... We create a force that never expends itself."

"You could make something like that?" Viserys countered.

"It rolls down, then coasts, then rolls up, rolls down, coasts off its energy..." Orion whispered already seeing it in his mind. "I need to call upon our cousins, Tommy and Arthur, John too!" Orion declared running to get some parchment.

"And I am sure it will have a wealth of industrial applications too." Odessa added.

"Make us money?" Viserys questioned.

"Yes, I know the capital is always in need of money to pay for armies and food and such, why not have something that... generates money and makes the people happy." Odessa agreed.

"You are brilliant." Viserys declared holding her hands in his.

"Oh, it's Orion that's brilliant. I just birthed him into the world, brilliant." Odessa remarked.

"There is that modesty I love." Viserys declared, a big smile on his face as he kissed her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered closed then opened as his touch left her.

"It's still only a model though, so..." Odessa tipped her head to the side touching the little Exultation model.

"why don't we just build the whole thing?" Viserys declared.

"That would be impressive..." Odessa chuckled. "That's why he wants my cousins, they have a posse, but don't tell them I called their little posse that. But that's what they are, their crew, gang, they will help and only request a percentage of the profit made" Odessa remarked.

"Let me know if you or Orion need anything, I'm more than happy to get my hands dirty, help." Viserys assured.

"The king getting down and dirty." Odessa tsked leaning into him. "What would the world think if they saw the king actually doing good and not barking orders from the throne? Madness!" Viserys nudged her. "I would love your help." Odessa assured. "Lets find a place large enough to put such a creation."

"Wonderful idea!" Viserys agreed. "Let me grab my cloak."

"Do you remember the last time we were together?" Odessa pondered.

"It was my engagement party." Viserys recalled distantly. "Your brother was trying to get in good with the council. Your mother was trying to set you up."

"She did set me up." Odessa remarked. "Everyone came from miles around to try and seek favor with the king through your union to lady Aemma."

"Yes. It seemed that way." Viserys agreed as they walked.

"You spent your whole engagement party hiding in the library." Odessa recalled

"And you, my dearest Odessa, as soon as you found me, spent the rest of the party beside me..." viserys chuckled. " do you still play the Lyre?"

" I do. I haven't in a while, but I believe it is something a skill that's always going to be with me..." odessa answered.

" I remember you playing such a beautiful song for me."

" I remember you telling me all about old valyria. I remember you telling me how much you wish to see our world brought back to the glory that it once was." Odessa added.

"Tis right." Viserys agreed.

" you think you could do that? I mean you are the king. Could you change the world? Turned into the vision you see in your mind."

"you think too highly of me  Odessa." Viserys countered.

" you don't think highly enough of yourself." she countered. " the man I knew I was constantly learning, trying to better himself. Has someone stolen your fire?"

" my wife, he answered " I she likes things as they are she's not a fan of history as you and I."

" I'm sure she probably has other redeeming qualities." she offered innocently as she grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers.

" yes like belittling me and telling me I will never be as good as all the kings before me." Viserys agreed.

"Viserys the peaceful. It's not your fault that the realms are in good place right now, that you need not to worry about war. I think a ruling of peace is some thing most kings thrive to have but rarely ever do." Odessa remarked. " just because you're not out fighting battles. Winning wars doesn't mean you are any less of a king.... Plus we both know that you are not the warrior as your brother is."

" I think the world likes my brother better. Prefers him in fact."

" don't say such a thing besides, no one would want Daemon Targaryen to be king." she assured him. " you are much better suited for it, and the realms know it they chose You! remember the first ever vote in the history of westeros and you won it."

"You always know what to say Odessa."

"It comes naturally with you."