Unexpected Love: Viserys Targaryen

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"So I said to him, Well, I believe you might be looking up the wrong end." Viserys joked, and there was a round of laughter at the king's joke before they got back to council business.

"My lords, the growing alliance among the free cities has taken to styling itself. The Triarchy has massed on Bloodstone and is presently ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation." Lord Corlys informed the council, wishing for the matter to be already done with and for his words to be taken seriously.

"Well, that sounds suspicious, like good news, Lord Corlys." King Viserys told him happily as he munched on some peanuts.

"A man called Craghas Drahar has styled himself the prince admiral of this triarchy; they call him The Crabfeeder due to his incentive methods of punishing the enemies."

"Are we meant to weep for dead pirates?" Visery asks in disbelief that pirates are men who want havoc.

"No, your grace," Lord Corlys said as Rhaenyra entered the room and walked to her father.

"Rhaenyra, you are late. The king's cupbearer must not be late; it leaves people for their cups." Viserys mused, smirking at his daughter, who smiled and rolled her eyes.

"I was visiting mother," she replied, leaning down and kissing his cheek, but the king smelled smoke, making him grab her arm.

"On dragon back?" He questioned her, amused, humming as he raised a brow.

"I know Anna has already scolded me and threatened to tie me to her hip if it would ensure I arrive at my dutiful location on time," Rhaenyra said, laughing slightly as she picked up the jug of sweet Dornish wine and began filling the empty cups.

"Huh, at least someone is doing their best to keep you in line. How is Lady Anna? I believe I haven't had the pleasure of seeing her in quite some time but have been hearing her name a lot throughout the castle," Viserys said, looking to Lady Anna's father's lord hand. Otto Hightower

"Yes, my eldest daughter has been extremely busy with her studies; she takes her role as a lady and the princess's help very seriously," he said, slightly bragging about his well-behaved daughter. They may not always see eye to eye, but she behaved and made him look good.

"Actually, Lady Anna has already finished her studies; she has been spending her time teaching Lady Alicent and myself proper etiquette and other things a lady should know. The septa that taught us has fallen ill, and the queen requested that she continue the lessons until the septa is better." Rhaenyra said she didn't like Otto; he was rude, and she had heard him speak rudely to Anna many times.

"Well, that is wonderful," the king said as he faced the rest of the council to continue the meeting, but for some reason, he was thinking of the young lady Anna.

"Your grace at Prince Daemons urging the crown has invested significant capital, and with the retraining and reequipping of his City Watch, I thought you might urge your brother to fill his seat on the council and provide an assessment of his progress as commander of the watch," Lyman Beesbury told him as well as the rest of the council.

"Do you think Daemon is distracted by his present tasks? And that his thoughts and energies are occupied?" Viserys was questioned as he thought giving his brother the job would keep him occupied, so he didn't have time to cause trouble and annoy him.

"Well, one would hope so considering associated costs," Lord Bessbury told the king, feeling as if his gold was not being put to good use and he didn't enjoy that feeling. He gave that gold for the better and it was being used for anything and everything.

"Then let us all consider your gold well invested, Lord Bessbury." Viserys said he was trying to sweep the matter under the rug, but Lord Beesbury was not ok with that; it needed to be dealt with.

"I would urge that you not allow this triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones. Your grace if those shipping lanes do not fall will beggar our ports." Lord Coryls said, drawing attention back to him as he covered the top of his glass before Rhaenyra could fill it, making her pause and nod before moving on to the next councilman.

"The crown has heard your report, Lord Corlys, and takes it under advisement," Viserys told him, nodding his head. "I will have my answer soon enough after much consideration," he finished.

"Thank you, your grace," Corlys said, nodding his head and messing with the council marble ball.

"Shall we discuss the Heirs Tournament, your grace?" Otto asked the king, who nodded and smiled.

"I would be delighted," Viserys stated happily before turning his attention to the maester.

"Will the Maester name day prediction hold Mellos?" He asked, looking at him.

"You must understand that these things have all been poring over the moon charts, and we feel our forecast is as accurate as it can be," Mellos told him, not wanting the king to get his hopes up.

"The cost of the tournament is not negligible; perhaps we might delay until the child is on hand," said a lord, not wishing to disappoint and waste the men and ladies' time.

"Most of the lords and knights are certainly on their way to the kings landing already to turn them back now...

"The tourney will take the better part of a week. Before the games are over, my son will be born, and the whole realm will celebrate." Visery said with much certainty that it was almost believable.

"We have no way of predicting the sex of the child," the grand maester Mellos reminded the king.

"Of course no maester is capable of rendering an opinion free of conditions, are they now? There's a boy in the queen's belly; I know it, and my heir will soon put all this damnable handwriting to rest himself." Viserys declared, but Rhaenyra just rolled her eyes.

Her father had an heir, Daemon. Maybe if you paid attention and stopped trying to send him away, he would be a better heir, but no, he decided to put her mother in pain time after time. She thought