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As Viserys lay in his bed, weakened by illness, his granddaughter Serena quietly entered the room. She held a book in her hands, its pages filled with tales of Old Valyria.
"Grandfather," she said, her voice soft. "I thought you might like for me to read to you."
Viserys looked up at her, his face pale and tired. He attempted a weak smile. "That would be lovely, Aly."
"It's Serena, grandsire. Mother just left after visiting you."
Viserys chuckled weakly. "Of course, my dear. I'm a little tired today."
He gestured for her to come closer, indicating for her to take a seat next to his bed. "You know how much I enjoy hearing about the history of our family. What have you brought me today?"
Serena sat down beside him, making sure not to jostle his frail body too much. She opened the book to a bookmarked page and began reading.
"The history of House Targaryen spans centuries, and much is told about the exploits of our ancestors in Old Valyria," she said, her voice clear and melodious.
Viserys listened intently, his eyes fixed on her face. He reached out a withered hand and rested it on top of hers, silently encouraging her to continue.
Serena continued reading, her voice becoming more animated as she delved into the stories of Valyria. She described the dragonlords and their grand cities, the dragonrides and the power those in Old Valyria held.
Viserys listened, his eyes growing wistful as Serena spoke. It was clear that, despite his weakened state, the tales of Old Valyria still held a strong hold on him.
Viserys started to groan in pain
Serena immediately halted her reading, concerned by Viserys' change in status. She leaned down a little closer to him, her voice filled with worry.
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