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

16 • THE KING'S DILEMMA

In that moment every hate Geralt had for his Viserys vanished, he realized this wasn't good on his father and he needed to be by side, now more than ever..

"Not to worry, it's just cut my son. It will heal." Viserys gently squeezed Geralt hand.

"Hmm..... Will the wound heal Maester?" Geralt drifted his gaze to Mellos, hoping he'd speak the truth.

"We're hoping cauterization will be best for the King."

"You're going to burn the wound? Isn't that painful?" Geralt reminds him as Otto speaks up.

"It appears to be the only solution for His Grace." Otto tells the Prince as Geralt looks at him for a while before drifting his gaze back to his father, placing his other hand on his.

"Whatever this is, I think you should also send word discreetly to the Tower of Gull in Aretuza, Stregobor might have answers, solutions to this sickness." Geralt suggests.

Viserys grumbles with distaste. "Stregobor. and rolls his eyes.

"Perhaps the Prince is right, Stregobor is the Lord of Aretuza, surely his knowledge to magic and science is very vast, he might have an understanding in things, such as this, Your Grace." Otto offers.

"Fine..... Send words to Aretuza.... Discreetly. Mellos." Viserys commands, the Grand Maester bops his head.

"As you say Your Grace." Mellos replies.

Viserys sighs after the young dark maester finished leeching up the wound. He stood up straight.

Mellos waits, whilst the other maesters gathered their equipments. He bows to the King, before leaving his chambers with his maesters trailing behind.

"Leave us Otto, I'd like a moment alone with my son." Viserys waved the Hand away.

Viserys walks past Otto, who stood at his station, skeptically observing Prince Geralt, unknown to him that Geralt could actually sense his heart beat.

"As you wish Your Grace...... Prince Geralt." He curtly bows to the King but Geralt doesn't even look to his direction, his gaze was on his father.

As soon as Ser Ryam Redwyne shuts the door behind Otto's back, Viserys sighs and goes to pour two cups of wine.

"How are you finding King's Landing?" Viserys comes hanging a cup to Geralt.

"Alot has changed." He remarked, sipping his wine.

Viserys chuckles and proceeds to the other side chamber of this big room and sit down on a gold inlaid chair, beside his Valyrian model. Geralt follows him and is surprised to see what his father has been building.

"You've being building the Valyrian model?" He asks, astonished by the sight of the creation, running his hand through the pumice and the engraved pieces of stone.

Viserys heart swells with pride. "I started building it since you left for Dorne." He says as he caught his son's gaze.

Geralt smirks. "You've always loved art, histories and cultures, it wondrous what you've built. I like it." He admits as he took a piece of a tiny dragon.

Viserys smiles. "Reminds me of the bedtime stories I use to tell you when you were still a kid." He says remarkably but Geralt doesn't say a word.

"Hmm.... good old days. Eight years away from home, looks a decade." Geralt sighs as he goes to lean on a nearby wall, gently sipping his cup.

"Have you had breakfast this morrow?" Viserys demands.

"I promised to eat with mother, I just wanted to branch your quarters to check up on you before heading to her appartement." Geralt tells him.