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𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐬 ◥
An army or his honor. Viserys did not remember facing such a painful decision since he had to sell his mother's crown to survive, becoming a wretch that everyone called "the beggar king".
Khal Drogo had rejected his sister, but he had chosen him as his possible consort. Was there something more denigrating that become the lord of the horse-fucking savages whore's? He, a dragon prince from the blood of Old Valyria, the last hope of House Targaryen, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms?
But he made his choice, he decide his own fate... and with that, he changed the fate of the Seven Kingdoms.
"My hand for an army, that's the deal", he said, taking off his cape and being only covered by the thin, almost translucid tunic, "And for the heads of the Usurper and his sons of bitches impaled in the stakes outside the castle". He walked up to stand in front of him, defiant. "So take what's yours and do your part"
-Feverish drunken hallucination ideated by me for Korniszonkurwiszon. I hope it you like it. Like good ol' Mance Rayder, I am my own writer, my own editor, my own illustrator.