Prince Viserys

The second born son of his father, Prince Daemon Targaryen, and the fifth born son of his mother, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. Named after his grandfather King Viserys the Peaceful. Part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Character intro:

Full name:

Prince Viserys Laenor-Valerion Targaryen

Nickname(s):

Vis- frequently used by loved ones

Vissy- a more mocking nickname occasionally used by friends and family

Moniker(s):

Prince of the Realm, Rider of Vermithor, and the Legacy of The Good King

Age:

12 (turning 13 in 130 AC)

Date of birth:

The 23rd of the eleventh month (23 November)

Pronouns and identity details:

He/Him

Bisexual (in-universe mainly referred to as “varied” or “equally fond”)

Polyamorous

Allegiance(s):

His mother and the rest of his family

Spoken Language(s):

Natively fluent in both High Valyrian and Common.

Semi fluent in bastard valyrian

Religion:

Being young Vis is not particularly interested in religion however he keeps to the Faith of The Seven and more privately The Gods of Old Valyria.

Physical Traits:

Eyes:

Dark violet that leans towards indigo

Semi hooded

Deep set

Features:

high cheekbones and hollowed cheeks

Full lips

Long fingers

A mole on his left cheek and one above his upper lip

Hair:

Pale silver-gold , leaning towards white under direct light with bangs that often cover his eyes.

Prince viserys is very fond of wearing a hairclip or pin in his hair everyday usually something shaped like a dragon or a star.

Build:

Not particularly tall yet and could be considered scrawny

Height:

5'3/160 cm (still growing)

Distinguishing Characteristics:

A mouth shaped such that he always looks to be either pouting or scowling

Personality Traits:

“Positive” Traits:

Mature

Silver tongued

Scholarly

Quick witted

“Negative” Traits:

Asocial

Cunning

Worryingly mature

Haughty

Moral Alignment:

True neutral

Interests:

Books and literature are his chief interests, ever since he was a young child because he has always been fond of reading and thus his thirst for knowledge has only increased with time and age.

Sword play and learning ways to fight are a new boyish passion for the son of the rouge prince, his main focus is swords however he also trains with a lance, a crossbow and other weapons.

His enthusiasm for history and culture is something he inherited from his namesake and grandfather, he deeply enjoys stories of valyria, dragonlords and their family but does not mind tales of other places.

Hobbies:

Reading is prince Viserys's foremost and favourite thing to do, he has achieved an impossibly fast speed and can finish long books in only a day.

Sword practice is something the prince has taken to more often in the recent year with his squiring.

Riding his horse is an easy way for him to pass time.

Goals:

A part of him wants to explore the world, see Lys, Essos, summer isles etc

Become a capable knight.

Anxieties:

Being outed for his preferences.

Something bad happening to his family.

Social Weapon(s):

Wits, intimidation, flattery

Connections:

Father: @the-lord-confessor - King-Consort Daemon Targaryen

Mother: @black-queen-rising - Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen

Siblings: @thejacaerys - Crown-Prince Jacaerys Targaryen

@bold-princess-baela - Crown-Princess Baela Targaryen

@velaryon-targaryen - Prince Lucerys Velaryon

@rhaenaspearls - Princess Rhaena Targaryen

@princejoffreyvelaryon - Prince Joffrey Velaryon

@aegontheyoungprince - Prince Aegon III Targaryen

@thelittleprincesstargaryen - Princess Visenya Targaryen

Prince Baelon

Princess Aemma

Prince Rhaegar

Princess Rhaella

Other relatives:

@alicenthightowerrp - Dowager-Queen Alicent Hightower

@goldaegontargaryen - Prince Aegon Targaryen of Dragonstone

@helaenasdreamfyres - Princess Helaena Targaryen of Dragonstone

@shrykosjaehaerys - Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen of Dragonstone

@jaeheratargaryen - Princess Jaehaera Targaryen of Dragonstone

@aemond-of-house-targaryen - Prince-Hand Aemond Targaryen

@thefallenprincesss - Princess Rhaenya Targaryen-Stark

@thedaringprince - Prince-Commander Daeron Targaryen

@rideroftheredqueen - Princess Rhaenys Targaryen-Velaryon

@lordhusband - Lord Corlys Velaryon

Family Status: He is the fourth child and second son of Daemon Targaryen, and fifth son of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Partner(s):

Violet Vance (Betrothed)

Zachery Swyft

Court Ties: Prince of the seven kingdoms.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Hair carried memories

Starter with @elindamassey

Viserys stood before his mirror, his pale silver-gold hair cascading a little past his neck. But today, even his hair had betrayed him. His favorite bee-shaped clip, a tiny golden thing with inlaid amber wings, had twisted itself into a tangled snare. No matter how he tugged or smoothed, the strands refused to let go, knotted tight around the delicate metalwork.

He tugged, fingers clumsy and impatient, wincing as the tangles pulled at his scalp. Servants would fix it, he knew. His mother would scold him, tell him to sit still, let the maids work the knots free with gentle hands and perfumed oils. But Viserys did not feel like waiting. He did not feel like patience today.

With a last frustrated huff, he yanked at the strands again, but they only tightened further. His scalp ached, his patience frayed, and in a burst of childish fury, he seized a small dagger from his bedside. It was a name day present– a beautiful thing bejeweled with rubies, not truly weaponlike and more decorative but still sharp enough for this.

Just for a second, Vis hesitated, holding the dagger to the side of his pale hair, and a second was enough for him to be interrupted by the sound of his chamber door opening. He turned his head, scowling at the interrupter.

[elindamassey]

Elinda had volunteered to bring fresh linens up to Prince Viserys’ rooms. She had noticed the stacks of clean linens growing taller and taller in the depth of the castle, only to learn that the washing staff was lacking due to illness. Elinda grabbed the pile for Prince Viserys, promising to return for more of the linens for the young princes and princesses, before she made her way up the stairs to the prince’s room.

“My prince sorry for the interr-“ Elinda stopped in her tracks, half curtsying as she noticed what she had just walked into. “My sweet prince! What are you doing?” She asked in worry and quickly put the pile of linens down before approaching Viserys, undeterred by the scowl or the small knife in his hand.

She looked up and down, from the knife to the tangled mess of the prince’s hair, only then spotting the ornate bee the prince favored. “Viserys,” she said quietly and reached out, placing her hand delicately on his shoulder.

“Sit, let me help you? Either by combing out your clip or by fetching my scissors for a proper cut, rather than what mess your knife might leave you with?” She asked with a soft smile. “And please tell me, how this happened in the first place? You’re usually so adept at placing your clip. It’s been a while since you’ve needed any help with your hair or haircare.”

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Viserys glared at Elinda, his scowl deepening as she approached. He hated being caught like this—helpless, frustrated, on the verge of doing something reckless. Worse still, she spoke to him in that soft, coaxing tone, as if he were a child on the verge of tears. He was not a child– Well he was but he would be grown soon and besides he was a prince of the realm– the legacy of the good king.

His fingers tightened around the dagger’s hilt as if to ward her off, but Elinda did not flinch. She never did. He huffed through his nose, sharply, but after a beat, he let his shoulders drop, his grip slacken.

“I do not need a proper cut,” he snapped, though the words lacked true heat. His hair was silver and gold, fine and pale and rare—precious. Not to be hacked away like some stable boy’s. But the more he thought of sawing through the strands himself, the less certain he became. He lowered the dagger to his lap, frowning.

Elinda’s fingers, light as silk, settled on his shoulder. The gesture was familiar. Steadying. It made his pride bristle and yet, begrudgingly, he allowed it.

“It was not my fault,” he muttered. “The clip caught wrong today, and when I tried to fix it, it only worsened. And then—” He gestured vaguely at his reflection, the mess of it, the failure. “I was not going to ruin it. I was only going to cut the part that was tangled.” A small, petty distinction, but one that mattered to him.

After a pause, his gaze flicked up to hers, wary. “You will not tell my mother?” It was not a plea. Not quite. But there was a shadow of worry behind the demand.

He had no patience for scoldings today.

“Why are you here?” he asked sharply.

[elindamassey]

“Linens,” Elinda explained and gestured back towards the pile she had placed by the door. “There’s a sickness with the staff, I volunteered to help,” she said easily.

“No one is saying it’s your fault, my prince,” she soothed softly as he seemed to relax, and he hoped he would let her help him. “Maybe one of the prongs got bent? I’ve tried that a few times, it makes quite the mess of hair. And you seem to have worked up quite the tangle.”

Elinda nodded as she listened to him. “Oh, I didn’t think you were going to cut off all your beautiful hair. Because then I would definitely have to tell your mother,” she added the last part with a playful smile. “Don’t fret, my prince. I will keep your secret.”

Once certain that he would accept her help, Elinda picked up the comb from his dressing table and a small container of hair oil. She turned the comb over, using the pick to carefully begin to untangle the knot below the pin.

“If it is a bend prong, I know just who can fix it,” she said, without taking her eyes off the task at hand. She picked up the oil and added a small drop to the tangle of silver and gold strands. She had been fascinated with the Targeryen hair for as long as she could remember. “Would you like me to braid your hair when we get this out?”

[legacyofthegoodking]

“Only if it’s a prince’s braid. Not some milkmaid’s twist. I want something dignified. Regal.” He paused, gaze turning thoughtful. “Like a dragon’s tail, maybe. Could you do that?”

Vis had sat stiffly at first, his arms crossed and mouth drawn into a thin, sour line as Elinda worked. The cool touch of the comb’s pick through his hair made him flinch, though he refused to show it more than a twitch of his brow. He wanted to pretend he didn’t care. That this didn’t matter. That he wasn’t relieved.

But he was relieved.

The hair oil soothed the pull of the strands, the scent of it faint—jasmine and something sweeter, maybe honeysuckle. His maids always used rose, and he hated it. Rose was cloying and heavy. This… this was lighter.

“She wouldn’t have just scolded me,” Viserys muttered after a moment, watching the two of them in the mirror—her standing behind him, hands gentle, patient. “She would try to fix it.”

His fingers tapped once, twice, against the dagger now resting on his lap. For a while he was silent, letting the comb click gently through the loosening knot. She was careful, always careful, and he found himself tipping his head slightly toward her hands, instinctively giving her better access.

“…You’re good at this,” he mumbled. “Better than the maids. You don’t talk as much.” A beat. “Except when you do. But you say useful things.”

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

(Viserys Targaryen, thomas brodie-sangster In wolf hall, he/him) - @princeviserystargaryen00

Welcome, Prince Viserys II of House Targaryen! We’re delighted to see he has arrived safely on his journey to King’s Landing. Around the court, the twelve year old has been praised as mature, quick-witted, and scholarly but some have whispered he is also asocial, cunning and worryingly mature. Upon his arrival, it is clear that he is both excited and anxious about the upcoming coronation of Westeros’ first ruling queen, and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on our new Queen, House Targaryen, and the future of Westeros, his true allegiance will always be to his parents and house Targaryen.

(rust, 18, they/them, IST, and no triggers)