𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴, house of the dragon

𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎...in which VISERYS I TARGARYEN refuses to marry a 11 year old child, changing the course of HOUSE TARGARYEN.

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VISERYS TARGARYEN...was a man of honor and peace, or so he wished to believe himself. he portrayed himself as compliant as he never wished for chaos, he truly never cared for much but the wellbeing of his family and people. he thought himself similar to his grandsire in someway.

he always knew he held favour over his siblings and cousins for their grandsire's attention, he wasn't one to take advantage of such things, but in this moment he truly wished he could. he was of 10 and 6, men weren't pushed to marry like women were. so when his grandsire and father came to him with the topic of marriage he was staggered for moment, but didn't put up a fight, he never did.

"AEMMA? are you sure, grandsire?" JAEHAERYS'S brows actually furrowed, seemingly confused by viserys's own confusion. or maybe it was that viserys questioned him, he had never done that before, DAEMON and AENYA would, no doubt, maybe even RHAENYS, but viserys didn't know her well enough to speak for her.

but viserys? he never spoke against anything his grandsire said, "why not, my boy? your cousin is of VALYRIAN blood, she will bring forth strong, true valyrian children", the king's tone was borderline defensive. viserys didn't see why he was, maybe he knew viserys's true feelings. viserys forced himself to ignore the feeling of shame that sat in his heart.

he had done everything in the name of the king just to be INSULTED with marriage to a child? he wouldn't say it outloud but it hurt a lot more than he wished it to. but alas, he couldn't keep it all in, "grandsire, you must see beyond our blood, aemma is a CHILD of only 10 and 1. i wish-" seeing his grandsire's look of mild annoyance, he doubled down, "-in the best interest of the crown, to seek my own match if it is a dire situation for me to be wed."

"PRINCE VISERYS, this match has been thought out by myself and your grandsire for the past several moons" it was the first viserys felt the need to want to permanently shut the mouth of OTTO HIGHTOWER, he was practically the only in the family, other than KING JAEHAERYS, to tolerate the nuisance of a man.

"if i may, LORD HAND. this matter is between me and my  grandsire" viserys had practically spat the words with such venom you would think they were a germ. the man in question had opened his mouth to reply, before snapping them shut as he processed the words spoken to him.

his last resort was turning to the king, wishing him to say something to the boy. but jaehaerys remained dutifully silent. he was in disbelief, standing with a huff and practically stormed from the room after giving bows to the two occupants.

viserys gave a scoff, his feelings were beginning to take over and he hardly knew how to handle them himself, "grandsire, i was serious in my words, i wish to find a match of my own, that will benefit the crown and the realm"

jaehaerys leaned back, thinking over the word of his grandson, "and what of young aemma?" viserys frowned, daemon was close in age, but he doesn't think daemon would appreciate that. there were a few young boys that were of good family and morale. for example; BALION BLACKWOOD who was only 2 years aemma's senior, there was also PERWYN LANNISTER, who was a moon younger, and finally ARAN BOLTON, who was a year her junior.

"the young BLACKWOOD boy, BALIAN and ELMOR LANNISTER'S son, PERWYN, are two fine matches." viserys suggested, watching his grandsire consider the suggestions. when he saw the man nod agreeing, he sighed in relief.