The Time Curse (Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Fanfic)

Chapter 19: The Peaceful Gone Greed

Morgana walked into the Red Keep without suspicion. She had watched from a distance that morning as the Queen of the Seven Kingdom was put to dragon fire alongside her infant son. King Viserys stood dead on his feet as he watched the flames of the wife he killed. 

He didn't know the serpent queen was there, no one did. 

That night she crept through the hidden passages of the keep making her way to the King's quarters. Opening the wall she crept in, her steps silent as she looked at the forlorn king sitting before his toy empire of stone. 

"Why did you kill her?... She would have died anyway but... you were the one to order it done... why?" Morgana asked, startling the king. There was no judgment, no anger in her tone. There was no discernable emotion in her tone at all. 

"Morgana..." Viserys whispered, tears finally appearing in his dry eyes as he looked upon the love of his life. The bond roared back to life in his soul and Viserys couldn't help but stumble to his feet. 

Morgana approached, their bond singing between them as she cupped his stubbled jaw. 

He pulled her close, melting in her presence as he rested his forehead against hers. A single tear fell down his face as one of his hands buried itself in her onyx hair. 

"My Morgana... You have returned to me." The joy in his tone seemed so out of place with the atmosphere of the day. His wife had died but his Morgana had returned to him. 

He had loved Aemma in a way. She was his wife, his partner, and the mother of Rhaenyra. But like every Targaryen before him, he couldn't help but compare his wife to Morgana. When drunk he would occasionally call her the wrong name or start raving about a memory he had with the Dragon Witch. 

It always broke the Queen's heart.

Throughout the years as the bond grew more stale Viserys couldn't fight off the vicious thoughts that filled his head.

Morgana would have given him his prophesied son. Morgana would have loved his tournaments. Morgana would have made a wonderful queen. Morgana would have known how to handle Daemon. Morgana would have been able to make Rhaenyra stop crying. Morgana. Morgana. Morgana. 

Queen Aemma almost stabbed the man when he suggested naming Rhaenyra after the Dragon Witch. 

"Why Viserys?" Morgana asked, her grey eyes piercing into his own. 

"I need a son, Morgana. I need an heir. I have these dreams, of a babe born with the conqueror's crown." Viserys tried to explain the best he could. 

"Why not take another wife?" 

"Ha... And double my current problem. I could not love my wife, not completely. I know I insult her, even without meaning to be cruel. Another would have only added to her heartbreak... Besides the faith would have never allowed such a thing." Viserys' nose caressed hers.

For a moment it was like she had never left. It was like those years of drowning in the void of her absence didn't happen. 

He couldn't help it, the world blurred around him. The pain of Aemma's death faded and all that was left was her... His Morgana. He kissed her, drowning in the heat of her presence. Morgana too forgot her reason for coming, melting into him just as she had the first time they fell in love. 

The kiss grew hungrier, more ravenous as time marched on. 

Pulling back, gasping for breath he started trailing sloppy kisses down her throat. His hands refamiliarized themselves with her body, the same body he once knew so well. 

It had been years since he felt such unrestrained and raw desire.  

Her knees grew weak as he felt her throat vibrate beneath his tongue with her gasping moans. Rather than carry her to the bed he once shared with Aemma, he lowered her to the carpet in front of the fireplace. The flame's golden glow illuminated off her white porcelain skin making her glow like an angel herself. 

He pushed the fabric of her plunging neckline to the side, exposing her breast to the night air. As he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, he forgot the name of the blurry-faced woman he once called his wife. 

She didn't exist to him. 

No one did. 

Only Morgana was left as his hands traveled beneath her skirts raising them so that her slender ivory legs could wrap themselves firmly around his hips as she grinded into him. 

Her nails dug into his back as her other hand reached between them, unfastening the laces on his breaches and pulling his achingly hard member into her palm. He nearly unraveled under her touch like a green boy, losing his virginity. 

"Viserys." She gasped and he could hear nothing but her moaning whines. Not the crackle of the fire, not the calming hum of the wind outside. All he could see, all he could hear, all he could feel, all he could taste was his dragon witch. 

He plunged into her and the feeling of euphoria that overtook him was unlike any he had experienced since the last time he had Morgana on this very floor. 

He thrust into her, crying her name like a prayer to the seven. For none worshiped as completely as the Dragon Kings did their witch. 

None would ever understand the true nature of the bond, the vicious and hungry insatiable need for the other. It was hot and never-ending and never satisfied like the dragon flames that put the crown on their head in the first place. 

As they both came undone, Viserys remained inside her basking in the feeling of wholeness that came with being connected to his other half. 

He didn't know it then, but this would be the last night Viserys would ever spend with the Dragon witch. The next and final time he would see her, she would be in love with his son Aegon. He didn't know that he would never be inside of her again, never kiss her again, never taste her again. 

He would never again feel the true extent of the bond. 

For the next time he saw her, that golden thread connecting their souls would have faded and frayed to make room for another. 

His greed for her would remain unsatisfied. 

He would never admit it, but Viserys was a greedy man. He wanted his son enough to kill his wife. He wanted his friend Otto by his side enough to put a kingdom to flame. He wanted Morgana enough to ruin everything. 

His need for Morgana was the only thing that he could never satisfy. Even buried deep within her, breathes intertwining, hearts beating as one, he would never be close enough. That was the true curse of the dragon witch, to leave them wanting more and forever be just out of reach.

And as the runes on her arm darkened through the night, a sense of foreboding sunk into Viserys' stomach. It was as if he could sense it. As if he knew... 

He would never be loved by the dragon witch again.