The Dragon's Heart Is Mine || Geralt Targaryen [1]

9 • HE DARES TO DEFY

Geralt looks back to Viserys and held his gaze. He could feel the king's heart, the dragon's blood was boiling, waiting to explode and he was here for it. All of it.

"Commander Ryam, you and the guards should wait outside, I'd like to have an audience with my son... Alone." Viserys commands, his voice was hard.

"Your Grace." The white cloaks bows and matched out in formation.

Geralt still stood at his spot, gazing at his father on the iron throne. Viserys chest was rising and falling, he held the blackkfyre sword tightly gazing at his son.

Geralt too, starred at him calmly, but his senses were sharp.

Suddenly, the double doors were shut in a thud with echos, leaving the King and prince, alone in their solitude of burning coals.

There was a solemn silence in the throne room, the gaze a father and a son. The silence was so slim a sword could cut through eluding echoes.

Geralt stood at his spot, unmoved, cynically gazing at Viserys, they both could hear each other's breath. The breath of fire.

"I thought Legolas was coming with you." Viserys began, breaking the silence.

"He was." Breezily, Geralt replied. "But he flew to Driftmark."

Viserys bops. "You two made quite the impression on your arrival, as I'm told." He countered.

"Did we?" Geralt feigns ignorantly.

"I don't know, did you not?" Viserys grimly asked, feigning as well.

Geralt sighs.

"How's your uncle Oberyn?" Viserys demands.

"Healthy, didn't take the news well of my departure......"

"Of course he wouldn't take the news!" Viserys cuts him off, Geralt pouts and smirks.

"You left unannounced when you're suppose to remain at Dorne to complete your training." He grits distastefully, Geralt sighs.

"You should've have remained at Dorne, with the Martells." Viserys says incredulously.

Geralt guffed at his remarks. "For how long?"

"Until I send for you when the time is right!" Viserys snaps, his breath shudders, tightly gripping blackkfyre.

Geralt sighs.

Then again the room became silent until Viserys spoke.

"Before Aegon's death, he had a secret shared only to the next person who'd sit the Iron throne."

"Then why do you tell me this, I'm not your heir." Geralt's deadpans, his yellow-gold iris gazed at his father's violet eyes brazenly.

"Ofcourse you're not my heir! ......You're my son! My first born. If I'm to name you my heir, then it means you have the patience for the responsibilities that comes with it! Unfortunately you do not!" Viserys exclaimed.

Geralt shook his head. "So I'm I no longer welcomed at your court?" He questioned, skeptically staring at Viserys.

Viserys doesn't answer.

Geralt scoffs "I should have known." He shook his head.

"I thought sending you to Dorne was the best thing. You were suppose to remain at your uncle's station! The best place close to your mother!" Viserys

"It definitely was, until you betrothed me for your political gains." Geralt calmly responds, Viserys chest rises up and down with infuriation.

"What I did, I was compelled to do. For your own good...."