This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things / House of the Dragon /Lady Justice

2. You! Hiya

Wrong.

"OK, here we go again. Let's do better this time."

'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.

"Should have cut if off." Viserys jumped.

"YOU!" Viserys demanded.

"Hiya." Justice agreed. "I'm really trying to help you but every time I leave you just fuck it up again."

"How-"

"I'm trying to help you." Justice demanded. "You need to listen to me."

"Guard!"

"I took a nap for a few hundred years and my timing is all off," Justice grumbled. "Just stop!" Justice demanded and everyone in the room froze. "Oh my Me." She shook her head. "I used to be better at this."

"Whats going on!" Viserys shouted in a panic.

"Dont run away, thats so pathetic." Justice begged.

" who are you? What are you?"

" I'm katherine Justice. We went over this already, but you were on deaths door so I guess we haven't went over this yet time travel really messes with the mind and the memory." She tsked.

"What? What did you do to them?"

" oh nothing they're perfectly fine don't worry about them."

" what is going on?"

" I'm trying to help you. Keep getting my timing off, so let's see if I can just speed this along and show you where you're going wrong." Justice decided.

" I'm going wrong. I am the king I have a council full of advisors so I don't get things wrong."

Justice laughed and laughed, hands on her stomach tipping over with laughter.

" I haven't laughed like that in ages!" she declared " you really think your council gives a damn about you? You are sweet man and you are easily manipulated. I think that's what your council likes most about you."

" I could have your tongue."

" we're in a room full of people who froze at my will and you think you can do anything to me? You're delusional." Justice corrected.

" what do you want from me? Money? Lands?"

" I am a magical deity. I do not require such mundane things like money and lands." she corrected. " I'm only here to help."

" help me I don't need your help. It's just a cut nothing more."

" OK don't pass out on me. It makes things a lot harder when you do." Justice remarked, grabbing his shoulder.

"Unhand me this instance-"

''Rest now, Your Grace. I will bring the leeches.'' Mello said as Viserys lay back exhausted and weak.

" what is the meaning of this?" Viserys questioned

" show and tell time. I'm showing and they're telling." Justice answered

''If I may, Grand Maester, I took the liberty of preparing a fresh set of herbal poultices that might be more... effective.'' Maester Orwyle offered.

''That will not be necessary, Orwyle.'' Mellos assured ''The leechings have always brought His Grace relief." He assured as he headed out.

"Leechings?" Viserys demanded. " I look like death."

" oh just wait."

''To help him sleep.'' Orwyle offered the bottle popping the top to Lyonel.

''Where's the Queen?''

''I was given to understand that she is otherwise occupied, Your Grace.''

''Will I be remembered as a good king, Lyonel?'' Viserys said with a sigh.

"Aemma. Is she all right?"

" oh right, I skipped a bit she's dead." Just countered.

" what do you mean my wife is dead?" he demanded.

" your need for a son killed her. Keep up. Right now we're focused on your illness which you like to ignore like many other things ..."

''What will they say of me when the histories are written? I have neither fought nor conquered, nor suffered any great defeat.'' Viserys remarked.

''Some might call that good fortune.''

''It hardly makes a good song, does it? To be sung at feasts in a hundred years... five hundred.'' Viserys said pathetically.

" you really are pathetic. It's a shame. You wanted your legacy to be something to behold and yet.... Tragedy.."

" tragedy? What do you mean tragedy? What tragedy? You must be lying to me."

" oh sweetie, what would I have in lying to you?" Justice countered.

''You have carried King Jaehaerys's legacy. And kept the realm strong.'' Lyonel corrected but his answer didn't satisfy Viserys. ''Is it not better to live in peace than to have songs sung after you are dead?''

"Personally, I would like a symphony of songs written about me, but that's hard. Considering my job is anonymous and usually unseen, but I'm not good at that part being invisible, really isn't my style." Justice added. " let's move onto the part where you lose your arm that's a good one."

" I lose my-"

"The love of the Seven is holy and eternal. The source of life and love. We stand here tonight in thanks and praise to join two souls as one." The high septon began. ''Father... Mother... Warrior... Smith... Maiden... Crone... Stranger. Hear now their vows.''

"Rhaenyra is marrying laenor? Why on earth would you do such a thing?"

" where did I take you from again?" Justice debated, tapping a finger along her jaw.

''I am yours and you are mine. Whatever may come.'' Laenor said sadly.

" he doesn't look very happy... why do I look like I'm about to pass out? Too much to drink at the celebration."

" sure let's go with that." Justice offered.

''I am yours and you are mine. Whatever may come.'' Rhaenyra whispered back and kissed the corner of his lips.

''Here, in the presence of gods and men, I proclaim... Laenor of House Velaryon... Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, to be man and wife. One flesh... one heart... one soul... now and forever.'' The high septon declared as Viserys collapsed to the ground before them. 

Viserys watched as if he was a ghost, as the maesters removed his arm. A scream filled him

" can you shut up? You can't feel this pain." justice reminded him, but he screamed out as if he could feel them sawing into his arm to remove it.