『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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"Please, please, sit," Viserys urged them, gesturing towards the lush armchairs in front of him. The king's bedchambers looked better since Daenerys saw them last. Strangely, they were more colourful and brighter. Even cleaner, one could say.
Daemon and Daenerys sat down, sharing a suspicious look. They both noticed the paleness of their brother and a groan that escaped his lips as he sat down. "Wine," he mountuned a servant. "And to them as well."
"That's alright," said Daenerys, declining. "We are not here to drink."
"No?" asked the king. "Daemon?" he asked his brother, should he have a different opinion.
But Daemon shook his head. "We have a proposal for you."
"Oh?" asked Viserys, taking a sip from his goblet. "Well, go on."
"We are aware of your attempts to find a husband for Rhaenyra," started Daemon. "But your solution won't be found by listening to Otto's advice, brother."
Viserys leaned his head to the side, letting out a sigh. He put one hand on his head to rub his forehead. "And I assume you have a better option in mind?" he asked, with another sigh.
"Marry her to Baelor," Daenerys spoke up. Her voice was clean and firm, leaving no room for argument. "Their fate seemed sealed since they were infants. I don't see a better option for both of them."
Viserys looked at her, his mouth slightly agape. He knew there was no point in arguing with his sister when she had made up her mind.
"She will make a fine queen someday, and he will protect her knightly," she added. "They owe to be great rulers one day. Mayhaps greater than Jaehaerys himself."
Viserys leaned back against the armchair, considering the proposal. "I agree," he said simply.
Daemon and Daenerys shared a look of excitement, and Daemon reached to hold her hand.
"I will present the idea to the council."
Daemon's smile immediately faded, and he snapped his head towards Viserys. "What do you mean present it to the council?"
"I'd like to hear their opinion. Rhaenyra is not only my daughter but also an heir to the realm. And I must seek what's best for the realm."
"Brother, you will wed her to Baelor," insisted Daemon. "If you know what's best for her, you will do so without a second thought."
Viserys raised an eyebrow, considering Daemon's words carefully. "I will take your counsel into account, but the final decision rests with me," he replied firmly. "And I will not be swayed by threats."
