William never realized how charming she can be, as she enthralls him with the tales of her battles, and the most recent, her victory in Persia. Yet there's something wrong, he can sense it. Visenya is confident and harsh, even cheery at times. But this time she's a bit solemn, and quiet.
That night as he was passing the west wing, he heard something he'd never heard before. Sounds of vulnerability, and coming from someone who's least likely to experience them.
Visenya, sobbing, head buried in her hands and knees.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, and it comes off colder than he wanted.
"What is not wrong? I'm cruel, evil, frolic..." she sobbed.
"Stark..."
"I can't save them, Spears. I watch them die and I can't save them." Her hands tremble, her lips quiver, and her eyes streaming with tears.
William can bet all the gold in the world that no one ever seen the mighty Visenya Stark in this state. Unbestknown to his mind, his body move on it's own. He scooted closer to his wife, soothing her softly until her trembling slowed down.
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𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 | 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔪 𝔗. 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰
Fanfiction"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆?" "𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔." "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔?" "𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖." NOT A COMPLETE STORY. This is a few moments and quotes that i've gathered...
