Prince Viserys 'Vis' Targaryen

The second son of Prince Daemon and Queen Rhaenyra, Viserys is 12, and a Prince of The Realm. Named for his grandsire, the late King. 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.

[tide-bound]

Cyvasse & Quality Time

a starter for @prince-vis-targaryen

Lucerys had thought to spend the afternoon sketching. He’d happened upon a particularly interesting book of Rhoynish mythos and felt inspired to render on of the descriptions - perhaps make it a gift to his mother. 

In keeping with that notion, he’d holed himself up in the library - the sept library - to be precise, in hopes of having a few hours for himself. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his family, it’s just that after years of manning the crows nest of ship after ship on his own, Lucerys had grown to love a bit of solitude. A solitude that being cooped up in the Keep with dozens and dozens of family and royals more oft than not was not afforded to him. 

Yes, an afternoon of sketching would do him a world of good...at least, that’d been his intention. 

“I can feel you staring, you know.” Luce didn’t have to turn to know that his younger brother, Viserys’ eyes were burning a hole into his back. Pausing, charcoal still poised in his fingers, Lucerys turned slowly to consider his brother. His eyes drifted from the cyvasse board to the pout on his brother’s face. 

How like the rogue prince the boy could become when it served him. Lucerys’ heart warmed at the thought despite his best efforts, Viserys’ countenance doing little to help his crumbling resolve. Reluctantly his eyes drifted back to the half finished sketch. 

“I suppose I can finish it later-” No sooner had he stood than Viserys was making himself at home in the seat across from him. 

“Oh, please, allow me to remove my imposing papers.” Luce rolled his eyes as he cleared the table. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the happiness shining in Viserys’ eyes made a little interruption all the more worth it. 

[prince-vis-targaryen]

Vis had meant to be patient. He really had. He’d told himself he’d wait for Lucerys to finish his sketch—just an hour, maybe two—and then they’d play. Or talk.

He’d even set up the cyvasse board on the off chance Luke might notice. He hadn’t. Not until Viserys had sighed—just loud enough to register.

But the longer Lucerys ignored him, the louder the sighs became.

And maybe he’d shifted the cyvasse board a little too loudly. And maybe he’d sighed again. On purpose.

And then Luce had spoken, and his voice was so calm about it that Vis nearly sulked harder on principle.

“I wasn't staring,” he muttered now, already curled up in the chair opposite with one leg tucked under him, elbow on the armrest and chin in his palm. “I was waiting. Which is different. Staring is rude.”

Still, when his brother finally decided to put away his books and looked at him with that tired sort of fondness, Viserys’ heart leapt in his chest, victory blooming in his chest like a flower.

He schooled his face into a pout, though, just for effect.

Lucerys had always been the easiest to sway.

And now, here they were. The sketch forgotten, the cyvasse board between them, and Viserys could barely contain the grin threatening to burst across his face. He tugged the hem of his tunic down as he scooted forward in the chair, legs swinging slightly beneath the table—he never quite reached the floor in these seats. But he will. Soon.

“So. Best of three? And no letting me win this time.” He narrowed his eyes, though there was no real heat behind it. “I’ll know if you do.”

He paused, catching his brother’s expression. Not annoyed. Not quite.

“...Do you want me to go?” Vis asked, quieter now, suddenly uncertain. His fingers curled away from the charcoal, hands retreating to his lap. He tilted his head. “I just... missed you is all.”

He gave a small shrug, gaze dropping to the edge of the table. “It’s boring when you’re hiding.”

[prince-vis-targaryen]

Literary madness

Starter with @davos-allyrion

Viserys had insisted upon it. A self-proclaimed bookworm and already known in courtly whispers as "The clever prince," he’d been reared on histories and books since he could speak.

And this? This academy was an opportunity, a way to gain knowledge without exiling himself to the citadel and Vis fully intended not to waste a second.

They were meant to be finishing a passage from The History of the three daughters and translating it, but Violet had tossed her quill down and was now glaring at him as though he had insulted her entire bloodline.

“I am right,” she said, nose wrinkling in that way she does when she’s trying not to smile. “Lady Serenna wasn’t naïve, she was deliberate. She wanted her husband to be caught with the wife of the lord of Selhorys. It gave her the leverage she needed to seize his lands.”

“She cried for a week in her letters.” Viserys folded his arms, leaning back against the cool stone wall. “And she burned her wedding cloak. That’s not the behavior of someone plotting. That’s heartbreak.”

“It’s called camouflage, Viserys,” she said. “You of all people should know that women have always worn grief like armor. If she’d smiled, they’d have called her a harlot and hung her for treason. But she wept, and they pitied her, and then—oh look at that—three months later her husband dies of spoiled oysters.”

“You think she poisoned him?” Vis tried not to laugh, but it came out anyway, weak and traitorous

Violet lifted her chin, defiant “She paid the cook. I’m certain of it.”

Viserys sighed, defeated, pressing a hand to his forehead like a maester overstressed. “Why do I even argue with you? You’re never wrong. Even when you are, you’re not.”

She grinned then—triumph, pure triumph—and leaned closer across the scroll-strewn desk. “That’s because you always argue with your heart and not your head, my prince......... and I’m right.

“You usually are.” Vis leaned in, lowering his voice. “But just this once, maybe consider the possibility that you’re arguing with me not because I’m wrong—but because you like it when I get flustered.”

She blinked, startled for a moment. Then her mouth twitched, trying not to smile. “Flustered? You? You’re a Targaryen prince.”

“Exactly. And I am completely at your mercy.”

She laughed then—quietly, reluctantly—and reached out to tug a loose thread on Viserys's sleeve—and before her hand could curl around his like it had last evening —the door creaked open.

Davos Allyrion stepped inside, a stack of parchment essays in one arm, his brow rising ever so slightly at the scene. He said nothing of our closeness, only gave us both a look that was half amusement, half warning.

Viserys coughed, straightening his spine. “We’re ready to return to the translation, ser.”

But he could feel Violet’s foot nudging his beneath the table. When he glanced at her, she mouthed poisoned oysters.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Unhatched Dreams

Challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Viserys stood at the window of his room, lost in thought. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting intricate patterns on the stone floor. Viserys' dragon egg remained unchanged nearby—no sign of life within.

"Why am I the one left waiting?" Viserys wondered, running his fingers through his silver-gold hair. Every night, he prayed to the gods and held his egg close, hoping for a sign, a sound, anything. But the egg was as silent as the night.

Nearly all of his siblings had dragons that had emerged from their eggs when they were only in their cradle. Jacaerys rode Vermax, an ill-tempered green drake, Lucerys commanded Arrax, a magnificent blue beast, Joffery had tyraxes serving as a faithful companion and Baela rode a green dragon whom she named Moondancer, Even Aeg and Senya had experienced the joy of seeing their dragons emerge from their eggs; the sight of those small, scaly forms taking their first breaths, Familiar bitter envy gnawed at Viserys.

And now his baby sister Aemma even though she was a baby, had hatched her egg. The only one left behind was Viserys and of course Baelon but because Bael was only three, he didn't understand what he was missing or what he didn't have, not like Viserys, who knew and understood that he lacked what made a Targaryen a…...Targaryen.

"No!" He shook his head vigorously, attempting to rid himself of a bothersome thought that had stubbornly attached itself to him. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he sought to regain his composure. He was not the only whose dragon egg never hatched; his sister Rhaena's had never either instead, she had claimed Silverwing the old mount of the good queen Alysanne but before that, she used to sleep with her egg and pray to the gods nightly for it to hatch. Viserys had done much the same, but since her egg never hatched, perhaps he shouldn't have bothered. After all-

"Brother ?" Came a voice behind him his older brother Jacaerys stood behind him, clad in the darkest of red, tilting his head slightly as he frowned at the young boy

"Hello, Jace." Viserys, greeted softly. 

"Hello vis Why does your face look like you have swallowed a lemon raw" jacaerys raised as an eyebrow.

"My face does not look like I swallowed a lemon. Baelon is the one that did that because he thought it'd taste just like lemon cake!" viserys replied indignantly.

"Yet now it is your face set in a frown while he is happily Playing outside with his toy horses—what's the matter?" Jacaerys reached to touch Viserys's face.

viserys snapped pulling away. "My dragon egg. It'll forever be like that. Everybody gets a dragon except for me. When I touch it, it doesn't feel warm or cold; it feels like nothing at all. It's not fair,"

 "Oh, Vis" Jace leaned down and placed his hand on Viserys's shoulder. "You have begun your classes, so tell me who started the tradition of dragon eggs being placed in cradles."

"It was the older sister of the old king Jaehaerys, her name was Rhaena" he replied immediately. "Yes, and did you know after her only we have been given cradle eggs," said Jacaerys

"Huh" he frowned, was that right? Viserys wasn't that far along his lessons.

"Yes, the children of jaehaerys and alysanne; and our mother and father did not have dragons hatched when they were young. Rather, they tamed the dragons in the dragonpit. Our mother was the youngest dragon rider at seven."

"I'm seven" viserys reminded his older brother 

"I know, but your father claimed caraxes when he was 10 and five. Yes, you're only seven. You have many years before you might claim a dragon, but you are not falling behind if your egg does not hatch. You will simply find a more fitting mount that already lives." Jace stood up and ruffled Vision's hair. 

"But which one" viserys asked, biting his lip "That is something for you to decide. There are the three wild dragons who have never been claimed, and there are seasmoke and vermithor. And until then you have your beagle, the one that grandfather gave you."

"aurion" visions insisted

 "Yes, Aurion" Jacaerys chuckled. 

"Now tell me, would you tell me about this book of Valerian poetry I saw you left behind in the nursery?" 

Viserys smiled.

[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)

[princejoffreyvelaryon]

The Hour of the Wolf, and Other Things...

( A part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood )

Starter with @princeviserystargaryen00

The sky was a dark black abyss, and Prince Joffrey had been dreaming. Dreaming of what, exactly, he could not understand. A blur of all of his current worries, meshed with familiar faces that he knew but couldn't quite place. He was in this state of sleep when a noise awakened him, his eyes quickly opening. Confused and dazed from his dreams, he looked around, only to see his door creaking open, furthering his confusion.

"What? What is happening?" He whispered into the darkness of his room, voice full of drowsiness. He saw the person who had opened his door coming towards him. Joffrey, after blinking a few times, finally recognized this person as his younger brother, Viserys. Viserys was in his night clothes, a book in his hand, and had clearly not been sleeping like Joffrey had been.

"Viserys," he sighed, "what are you doing in my room this late? What is it, the hour of the wolf? Is something wrong?" He watched his younger brother sit on the edge of his bed. Joffrey waited eagerly to hear what excuse his little brother had for waking him up at a time like this. He was not mad at Viserys, no, just confused, and a bit cranky from being awoken from his deep slumber.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Of course I love them

Challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Viserys laid on the floor with an almost completed book by his side, wondering whether Muna's newest baby was going to be a girl or a boy. 

He wasn't sure what he preferred; he had older brothers and older sisters, and he had a younger brother and younger sisters. Honestly, he had too many siblings, but it was fine he loved all of them.

Jace was the eldest and the strongest, he was always there when Vis needed him. 

Luke, although destined to rule the seas, spent a lot of time here with them.

Baela and Rhaena, who were twins, which meant they were born on the same day and looked just like each other were his big sisters. Baela was the bravest person he knew, and he knew Rhaena wanted to accompany him when he claimed a dragon. 

Joffery, even if they did not share any common interests was always ready to listen if Vis wanted to talk about anything at all even something he was scared to tell his mother or father. 

He knew you were not supposed to have favorites, but Aegon was his, they were the best of friends they had shared chambers, games, and lessons sometimes however, viserys feared that Aegon was getting a little old to spend so much time with him after all, he was already a squire while viserys was not.

And pesky Baelon, who followed him around everywhere he went, including a couple of years ago when he started training with a sword, Bael had followed him and being too young to have a real sword of his own had tried to fight with a stick. He supposed he wasn't that bad without Baelon, he would be a little bit more lonelier. 

Visenya, his frail little sister who was only two years younger but looked much smaller, he liked teasing her, but he liked reading to her even more.

Sweet little Aemma liked being read to as well because she could not read on her own and went everywhere with her cradle dragon Azalea. 

 

He would like another brother, but even if he had a sister, he would love them very much because they would be his family.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Here's what you missed

Prince Viserys Targaryen's life has been fairly eventful for the past six moons, so here's a recap.

Viserys is slowly growing older, now he prefers to no longer be truly considered a child. he has set out to claim Vermithor the mighty bronze fury and once the mount of King Jaehaerys the conciliator for himself not only that he has also started squiring for his cousin Aemond and has proven himself not half bad with a sword

he has even tried his hand at more mature interests such as an exploration of his taste, to put it bluntly he has been playing kissing games not with his betrothed but rather with other boys his age. curiously he does not appear to disregard Violet Vance in fact he is said to be trying his hand at books far too advanced for him only because she wished to know the tale

Despite his more martial pursuits, he remains bookish and can be often in the sunniest nook in the castle reading stories and legends of old Valyria and beyond. some say, another book in his reading list is the journal of Queen Visenya herself. 

 

Prince Viserys has taken a new vow to wake up early in the morning. Sometimes he sits in the grass and ponders god knows what, but more often he walks his dog and most beloved companion, Aurion. 

He appears tired most of the day because, like before, he still likes to stay up late, but unlike before, he gets up early, which has some unfortunate consequences for his health.

As a matter of fact, his family and friends are concerned for him, as he is grumpy, withdrawn, and obviously keeping secrets unrelated to his sleeping habits.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Academia

Starter with @black-queen-rising

Viserys knew he was rambling, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to tell his mother who was sitting besides him about his achievements in his classes, “so” he began, "I am doing very well in literature, history, and high valyrian, You were right those poems of Baethrys were very good. My favorite was the ballad of reading goal.” He spoke quickly, smiling slightly as he remembered some of the words.

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves. By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss. The brave man with a sword!” recited viserys

"Natural science alchemy is interesting, different” and difficult to the boot as well, but he did not say that aloud. After all, his mother had raised an eyebrow when he had chosen to study so many subjects, he would not admit to her that he had trouble keeping up with them and dreaded the day his performance became truly poor.

“Geography and philosophy are fine.” he continued “Maester Denestan says I am a natural at Philosophy. etiquette is odd in class; I can do everything perfectly, yet when I am actually in court, I seem to forget everything.” He lamented puffing his cheeks before he realized it must look very childish and stiffened. 

[princeluce]

Brotherly Bonds: Shadows of Legacy

a starter with @princeviserystargaryen00

Lucerys stared at the board. His fingers hovered over the board, but as he looked down upon the Cyvasse pieces before him, he found he wasn’t seeing just the game anymore. He looked up to the figure across from him, the fire in the hearth casting shadows across Viserys’s face, turning his younger brother’s place features into something sharper, looking like fire was bringing out little echoes of Daemon that existed within the boy. 

“All these marriages,” Lucerys said, his voice low almost to himself, returning his eyes to the board. “Jace and Baela, and now new ravens coming in of new unions cross the Kingdoms. It’s like watching prices on a board being moved by someone else’s hand. I know Jace and Baela are happy, but how much of it was choice? Did any of the others have say or where they just moved around?”

He slid his dragon forward but paused, his gaze lifting again to Viserys. It had been a while since either of them had spoken, outside of sighs or sounds of victory, as the two had been focused on the game. Lucerys knew Viserys was thinking, always thinking. It was growingly impossible to know what lay behind his eyes, so much complex and sharp then the young child that Lucerys could still easily remember. 

“Do you think they’ll decide for us too?” Lucerys continued, his voice tightening with the thought. “One day, are they going to tell me who to marry? For Driftmark, or legacy, or power.”

The words lingered, and Lucerys shifted uncomfortably, realizing that perhaps he should not be putting this worrying over the future on his younger brother, particularly one that had only known parents of a love match.  He had always known his parents cared for each other, but it was as he grew and watched his mother with Daemon that he could see the difference between loving someone, and being in love with someone. It made him wonder which kind of match he would have.

He glanced down at the board, but his mind was far from the game. Driftmark had always been his future, but there were days when questioned what that would mean. 

“Sometimes I think I haven’t yet seen even half of what I’m supposed to so I can one day rule,” he added softly. “I love the sea, but what do I really know of ruling Driftmark?”

He could feel the weight of his brother’s silence and looked up again, searching Viserys’s face for something, for anything that might hint at what he was thinking. "Do you ever wonder about your future, Viserys?" Lucerys asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What they will expect from you?”

The fire crackled behind them, the only sound in the chamber, as Lucerys’s question hung in the air between them.

a roleplay blog within @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

[princeviserystargaryen00]

"I'm already betrothed to Violet Vance." Viserys said flatly as his hand lingered over the catapult. Should he move it? Yes, he'll be able to capture his older brother's dragon that way, but if he sacrificed his elephant, then he'd have an opening to Luke's king. "I like her a lot. She's-she's kind. She likes reading almost as much as I do."

With an awkward pause Vis noticed that his brother was not paying attention to the board anymore. the fire in the hearth crackled, he continued "I know that some people want me to be a maester, but I know that muna and kepa don't want me to be one. They don't like the citadel. I mean, being a maester would give me access to all that knowledge, but I wouldn't get to marry Violet anymore either would i?" He frowned at the thought. He thinks she'll be sad too if she doesn't get to marry him, and he'd hate to disappoint mother and father.

"Are you really worried, Luke, about who you'll marry?" He asked, looking up. "I think everything will be just fine. Mother and father wouldn't pick someone bad or ugly for you, or……." a thought occurred to Viserys, and he stood up straight. "Oh, are you worried that Uncle-Grandsire and grandmother will make their new baby the heir to driftmark?"

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Play fight

Starter with @vvilliamvance

Viserys stood in the center of the empty training yard, He gripped the handle of his wooden sword tightly, his knuckles turning white. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he took a deep breath, preparing himself to begin. With a determined look on his face, the boy lunged forward and swung his sword at the dummy. The tip of the sword glanced off the wood, barely leaving a mark.

Viserys scowled and fell back he swallowed deeply remember what Aemond taught you he thought angrily you have to– you have to be better that this

The boy grunted and adjusted his grip on the sword. He took another step forward and swung again, this time with more force. The sword connected with the dummy's shoulder, causing a loud *THWACK* to echo through the yard.

The boy paused for a moment, satisfied with the impact. He shook out his shoulders and reset his stance, ready to continue his practice.

Suddenly he stopped mid-swing, his ears pricking up at the sound of something moving behind him. Viserys turned slowly, wooden sword held out in front of him, ready to defend himself.

Standing a few feet away from him was Willam Vance, He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest.

[vvilliamvance]

William walked through the castle, passing by the training grounds, when he stopped for a moment. His attention was drawn to a young man practicing with a sword — Viserys Targaryen, the betrothed of his younger sister, Violet.

It was hard for William to accept that his baby sister, the apple of his eye, was already promised, and especially to a Targaryen. He liked the Targaryens — Jacaerys was his best friend, his mother was a lady-in-waiting to the queen, and he had grown up in their company.

But perhaps it was because of that familiarity, knowing all the drama and turmoil within their family, that he wished his own family wouldn’t become so deeply involved. He wanted Violet, at the very least, to have the chance to find love for herself, to meet people other than Viserys. William wished for his sisters to have the same opportunities he had… Or once had, since now even he was promised to Cerelle.

When Viserys noticed his presence, William grabbed a wooden sword and approached the young prince. “Training alone won’t get you very far..” He said, stopping in front of the boy and raising the sword. “After all, if you're going to marry my sister, you need to be a good fighter and know how to protect her.”

In part, William was trying to come to terms with the fact that his sister would, in the distant future, belong to the Targaryens — specifically, to Viserys. So, as an older brother, he felt it was his duty to teach Viserys as much as he could, to help him become the man his sister deserved.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Vis frowned at the man he had chosen to train here because this was not a place particularly frequented by others, and yet he had been disturbed all the same. 

"Lord William" Viserys nodded in respect that his betrothed elder brother was required but then scowled as he heard the man's words, a flash of nervousness fell in his stomach. He is fairly certain he is at least half decent with a sword after all he is his father's son, and he had begun squiring a while ago, not to mention that his older brothers had liked to teach him sometimes even when he was much younger, but still he had heard William Vance was a very good swordsman, and he would prefer not to embarrass himself, and God forbid if Violet got to know of this somehow. 

Don't be craven he scolded himself in his thoughts saying nothing but swallowing his nerves, he tilted his head and got his feet in position. He took a step forward, gripping his wooden sword with determination. "As you wish." With that, he lunged forward and swung at William, his movements quick and practiced.

[princejoffreyvelaryon]

Brotherly Concern

( A part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood )

Starter with @princeviserystargaryen00

Joffrey was sitting in his chambers next to his younger brother, Viserys, watching as his eyes moved back and forth reading the words on the pages of his book. A book Joffrey wasn't particularly interested in, but would listen to his brother ramble about nonetheless. This was a normal occurrence for the two brothers, but what was on Joffrey's mind at the moment was anything but the normal topics they talked about.

"Viserys," Joffrey started, "I have a question for you." He waited for Viserys to take his attention away from the book. "I wanted to talk to you about your squiring." He shot Viserys a look of concern, a concern he felt deeply.

"How is it going? Have you learned much of anything? How is... our Uncle treating you?" The questions poured out and Joffrey could not stop them.

He was happy his younger brother became a squire, but it was who he was squiring for that concerned him. Joffrey was not familiar with his Uncle Aemond, even now that him and his step-sister Rhaena were courting. It made him uncomfortable that Aemond was so involved with his family and he was still no closer to him than he was six months ago. But he would not speak this aloud, rather he would find out what was going on with his brother, and figure out more about his Uncle who his closest family members seemingly adored.

Was he treating Viserys kindly? That was a big concern of Joffrey's. He valued his siblings more than anything in the world, and any whisper of Aemond mistreating him would send Joffrey to seek him out immediately and correct this behavior. He hoped Viserys would speak honestly of Aemond, if there was even much to speak about. Joffrey did not know what to think.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Viserys folded the corner of the page he was reading, marking it for later and set the book down to look at his older brother more closely, he had sensed that Joff had something else on his mind. Well, now he knew what, he gave his brother a smile, somewhat amused the worry in Joffrey's voice.

"It's fine, truly," he said, trying to reassure him. "Cousin Aemond has been a good teacher. He's taught me more about swordplay than I ever knew before. It's been fine you need not worry." viserys added with a half-smile "and I've been practicing on my own too." 

“Aemond treats me well enough. He didn’t make me do any demeaning tasks, and he teaches me what I need. Although he does have a habit of being... quite strict, He's been kind to me though. So far," he continued, choosing his words carefully.

Viserys watched his older brother carefully, trying to figure out what exactly this conversation was about. He looked at Joffrey with a sly smile.

"Do you really think I would keep quiet if he was mistreating me and being cruel?"

Something occurred to him as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Joffrey, are you..." He paused for a moment, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes unable to resist the opportunity to tease his brother. "Are you jealous?"

[princejoffreyvelaryon]

"Ah, I would like to see your progress. I remember when I first started being a squire for our father. It is quite exciting." He smiled back at his brother, feeling proud of him. He ruffled Viserys hair in an affectionate manner, watching the silver locks become slightly messy.

"So, Aemond seems to be... good at what he is doing. That is... good." He replied to his brother, unsure how to react. What was he expecting to hear Viserys say? He wasn't sure, but what his younger brother had said had not surprised him. Of course he isn't unkind, Viserys is not the kind of person to simply let others treat him badly.

Joffrey's eyes widened at Viserys' next words. His brother always spoke in his honest nature, but he couldn't believe what he had just spoken to him. Jealous? Was he jealous? Joffrey did not even know himself. His feelings were so conflicted, it was too confusing. His feelings had all seemed too confusing as of late.

With his life changing so fast, he had not been able to process all of the new events going on. His betrothal, his mother as Queen, his extended family coming back, Jace and Baela's wedding, and Aemond's integration with his close family... It seemed Aemond was now close with all of his family members he had previously been the closest too, yet, he did not know his Uncle at all. Am I jealous? He repeated in his mind.

"Viserys..." He spoke softly, not noticing his brothers teasing. "I just care about how you are doing. I am not familiar with our Uncle the way you are now. I am in the dark it seems when it comes to him." He paused, breathing in. His next words came out as a whisper. "Though I wish I wasn't."

"You are my younger brother, and your well being is of most importance to me, I hope you know this." He looked down at his brother, his words were more emotional than he intended but truthful nonetheless.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Viserys watched his brother, studying the conflicted emotions on Joffrey’s face. It was clear that this was not just a casual conversation for him. He reached out his hand and patted his arm gently, offering a reassuring smile. He couldn’t help himself from smiling slightly as he observed the concern on his brother's face. "Joffrey, you have no need to worry about me." He said, trying to soothe his brother's anxieties. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine. I promise."

He leaned back a bit, resting his hand on his chin as he looked thoughtfully at his older brother. he replied carefully, "You've always been there for me. And that's something I've appreciated." Being on the younger side of his family Viserys was used to his older sibling's overprotective nature, but he was a bit stunned by the vulnerability that suddenly appeared in joffery's voice. Viserys felt himself inadvertently flushing slightly at Joffrey's words, trying to suppress a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "i love you too," he muttered quietly.

He hesitated, feeling like there was more to his thoughts than he wanted to say. There was so much he wanted to say. "And… well, maybe… if you're so worried, maybe you should get to know him. Aemond and You seem to have a lot on your mind lately," he stated, his gaze fixed on his brother, studying his expression intently. He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Is it… just about me?" Viserys wondered if concern for him might not be the only thing that was bothering Joffrey.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

To claim a dragon

Starter with @notatargaryenbastard

The door to the Dragonpit was open, yet the prince was rooted to the spot, the enormity of his task slowly dawning on him.

Viserys took a shuddering breath as he summoned all his courage and steeled his nerves. He knew what he was going to do; what he had to do, he was still afraid, but this was not a day for fear and doubts. This was the day he would do what his heart had always known it was meant to; he felt almost ready. Almost.

 

Vermithor the bronze fury, the mount of Jaehaerys, the conciliator, one of the mightiest dragons still alive. His skin was a lustrous bronze, and he shone in the light. He was a true marvel, and this was the dragon that he had set his sights on.

He was the only one for him, well the only one that was not the shy grey ghost he could not find despite searching for hours or the bloodthirsty cannibal his parents refused to let him seek.

 

He needed a dragon, every Targaryen had one, but he knew the dangers that it entailed he could get burnt– he could be eaten if the dragon decided they did not suited each other but more importantly If vermithor rejected him then what hope did he have left?

 

He anxiously glanced at his older brother.

[witchthewriter]

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑧𝑒 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦

   The great mount of Jaehaerys I Targaryen, who was the grandfather to Viserys I, Daemon and Rhaenys. Vermithor was a third-generation dragon, along with Caraxes, Dreamfyre, Meleys, Sheepstealer, Silverwing, Syrax and Quicksilver. 

  During the time of the Dance of the Dragons, Vermithor was the second-largest dragon in all of Westeros. Only slightly smaller than Vhagar, but larger than Silvering, Caraxes and Meleys. His body was bronze in colour and his flames matched. Vermithor’s appearance was more on the traditional side, with his build similar to that of Drogon and Meraxes. 

   The magic bond between dragon and rider reflects in their human relationships. Much like Daemon and Rhaenyra, Jaehaerys I’s sister-wife, Queen Alysanne Targaryen, had a mount of her own, Silverwing. She was Vermithor’s mate. 

   The Old King was the only rider of Vermithor, and all others who approached the dragon were killed by his flame. He always had a hot-headed temper and was never easy to tame. 

𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: @aryasneedle.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Viserys blinked the egg remained in his cousin's arms, he blinked again and rubbed his eyes the small dragon egg was still taunting him in all of its green glory.

“What” he said aloud in hoarse tone.

Where did she get this how did she get this did uncle aegon and aunt helaena know? did jaehaerys know? Should he tell Muna? Should he keep it a secret?

It felt like Jaehaera wanted him to not tell anyone due to the secrecy of this meeting. Her words caught up in his head.

Of course she wanted him to keep this a secret. It was another dragon egg. No Targaryen has ever had two dragons, so it wasn't going to hatch, probably, maybe hopefully. 

 

He answered her questions with a stutter entirely too baffled by this entire encounter. “My egg has not hatched yet, and in truth, I have given up on it, but when I was younger my sister Rhaena told me to pray to the seven nightly, and I Carri– used to carry it with me everywhere I went.” he hesitated.

“But, I do not think it would hatch by these methods. mine did not, nor did Rhaena's, kepa say a dragon egg hatches only when it needs to hatch. You cannot hurry it. I am sorry.”

 

Another question occurred to him: “Why do you want another dragon anyway? Don't you have Morghul, and where did you get this egg anyway?”

[jaeheratargaryen]

"Shh!" whispered Jaehaera, casting a worried glance around. She was concerned that someone might have overheard their conversation, especially Viserys, who spoke so loudly.

Noticing that they were alone, she sighed in relief.

As she listened to the elder’s explanation, her face grew thoughtful. It saddened her to know that Viserys and Rhaena hadn’t managed to hatch their eggs and that they had been told that if an egg didn’t want to hatch, there was nothing to be done.

However, Jaehaera saw it as a challenge — to prove that, perhaps, there was a way to help an egg hatch. Finding the right "recipe" could allow Viserys and Rhaena to fulfill their wish.

"I don’t want another dragon." she began. "I love Morghul... But one day, when I went to visit him, I found this egg alone. I decided to take it and care for it, but I still haven’t managed to make it hatch."

[princeviserystargaryen00]

Viserys shook his head “I don't think you'll be able to hatch it, jaehaera” he extended his arm “May i touch it?”

As he traced his fingers across the ridges on the egg he couldn't stop himself from scowling, it was rather warm to touch how very odd, most dragon eggs that never hatch end up still and cold. He couldn't help but wonder where the egg had even come from surely morghul was too young to lay it.

“Does anybody else know?” he asked tearing his gaze away from the strange little egg in her arms. He would bet on at least jaehaerys knowing after all they were twins.

[thelittleprincesstargaryen]

Visiting the Royal Stables

The Royal Stables, The Red Keep, King’s Landing, 11th day of the 11th moon 129AC

Visenya loved to visit the Royal Stables, even if she did not have a horse of her own. Yet. She had asked for one for her last three name days, and she had been certain her tenth name day would be the day she got a horse of her own. But the day had passed without a horse. Visenya had tried not to be too disappointed, which hadn’t been hard as it had been her tenth name day being sick. She really hoped her one-and-tenth name day would be different, both in terms of her health and in terms of becoming a rider. Maybe her one-and-tenth year would also be the year she would become a dragon rider, Morning was growing fast.  

Her older brothers all had horses and other pets. Visenya had not truly been interested in other pets until she read about songbirds and how they would mimic music played to them. Visenya longed for someone to enjoy her music as much as she did and maybe even inspire her to new music. She had voiced that wish to her parents, along with the wish for a horse. Or a unicorn.

“Viserys?” She called out, having been told her brother was supposed to be down in the stables. She was careful not to startle the horses. Visenya carefully greeted each animal as she walked past them. She paused at the old mare she knew belonged to her uncle-grandsire, a good old lady she had ridden many times in practise. Uncle-grandsire rarely rode, and he had been happy to let Visenya practise. “Rytsas, Embar,” she said tenderly in High Valyrian. Why her uncle-grandsire had a horse names Ocean seemed off, except for the fact that her uncle-grandsire was Corlys Velaryon. “I’ll come back later,” she promised the old mare and ventured further into the stables, heading towards her brothers’ horses. “Vis?”

A starter for @princeviserystargaryen00

[princeviserystargaryen00]

"senya" Viserys greeted his sister as he noticed her approach. "What are you doing here?" He asked hesitating for a second, eyeing her carefully. She appeared fine—not too pale and not too thin. It gladdened his heart knowing that she did not seem to be sick today; maybe she'll be healthy more often from now onwards, he thought without much hope.

"Do you want to ride with me? It would be fun." He offered before she could say anything, viserys knew his sister did not have a horse of her own, even though she has begged for one often. or even any other pets like he had, She wanted a unicorn too. When she had mentioned it at dinner one night, it had taken all of his wiilpower to not mention the place where unicorns dwelt. Skagos was also rumoured to still perform human sacrifices to weirwood trees, lure passing ships to destruction with false lights, engage in cannibalism, and practice the tradition of the first night.

He drew Chekak forward. His horse, who was formerly eating some hay, did not make any noise of protest and stared forward with his majestic amber eyes. Viserys ran a hand through his luxurious white coat. He hadn't come to the stables for a ride but rather just to see Chetak before his natural philosophy class, but he feels like he hasn't talked to Visenya since forever and like he said it would be fun.

[thelittleprincesstargaryen]

Visenya scrunched up her nose at the nickname. Why he kept calling her Senya, while everyone else called her Nya, was beyond her. “Just visiting the horses,” she said truthfully. “And I was told you had been spotted down here,” she added with a smile.

For the last fortnight she had been well. She was aware of how serious her last bout of sickness had been, especially since everyone still seemed to look at her with worried expressions. Including Viserys.

“I don’t know if I should,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. “I’m not dressed for a ride, nor do I think the Maester would agree to it,” she added with a slight shake of her head. “Besides, don’t you have classes after luncheon? I do.” Visenya stepped towards her brother’s horse and reached out stroking it gently. “Hello Chetak,” she said softly in greeting.

Chetak was white, just like the horse she continuously asked for. Or even better yet, a shimmering unicorn. She had seen Viserys’ expression when she had mentioned her love for the mysterious creatures, but then uncle-grandsire had said he was sure he had seen one on one of his expeditions. “You’re such a pretty horse, is Vis being nice to you?”

[princeviserystargaryen00]

He winced “I haven't tried... apologizing yet; to tell you the truth, I'm a little afraid.”

Viserys nodded along as she made more suggestions. “You're right, flowers sound like a lovely gift. I'll especially handpick violets for her name myself and then make a bouquet of them and tie a purple ribbon to it for my eyes and her na–”

He cut himself off as her last question registered in his mind. He fearfully cast a look around them to catch any eavesdroppers; thankfully, it appeared that everyone was leaving the two children alone. “You will have to promise me, Senya, to keep it a secret. You mustn't let anyone know, not even my mother or father!”

Viserys swallowed deeply. He was not certain his younger sister was the first person he wanted to tell, but she was kind by nature and he hoped she would not judge him too harshly. “I kissed someone else, someone who was not......her,” While he spoke quickly at the start, eager to get the words out before they rotted in his mouth, he fell short at the end, unable to be courageous anymore and unable to reveal the entire truth.

[thejacaerys]

starter for : @princeviserystargaryen00

Daeron had been having some troubles, his head not being able to focus. He had been pacing around his chambers enough times than he can know, as he looked at himself in his mirror.

If there was one place that could truly calm him down at the moment was the library. He put his things down and he headed to the library as he found himself looking through the hundreds of books.

He glanced at all the books before he found himself with one in his hands. He found himself picking some history book out of the shelves. He found himself going towards one of the nicer couches as he sat himself down. He put his legs up and he made sure to get comfortable as he opened the book.

The room was quiet, some peace founding in his life for once. He found himself reading nicely throughout the books, flipping towards the pages. The night felt nice as he was just alone to himself.

The crackling sound of the fire alongside the smell of the melting wax, it felt extremely peacefully. He felt nothing, excitement as read through the pages. His eyes widening by each, as if he had learned something knew.

Then he heard the door open and heard small footsteps, Daeron’s head peaked over to chair to see who come in. Only to see his nephew Viserys had come to join him. Daeron put his feet down putting the book on the table.

“If it isn’t my little nephew,” he teased, giving the boy a little smirk.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

As Daeron teased him, Viserys smiled in return, relatively happy to see his cousin-uncle. “Hello Uncle, Can I sit next to you?” he asked shyly, pointing to the spot on the couch. He pushed aside some of the books laid on the table to make some room for himself before he settled himself on the seat, he leaned back against its back with a small huff. Content that someone was keeping him company instead of sending him off to bed already.

"I couldn't sleep," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his tunic, a nervous habit he had when he felt uncomfortable.

Viserys's eyes darted to the book his uncle had been reading and back to him. He then looked around the library, as if to count on his own how many people are there right now. Apparently, only two. “I didn’t know you were in here, Uncle. What’re you reading?” he asked, peeking at the book. 

[thejacaerys]

Daeron scooted over for Viserys to come sit by him. The little prince was much smaller than he had remembered.

It was nice to have some company other than his twin sister, and whoever got annoyingly in his way. He smiled at Viserys, “Of course, come sit,”

The two sat beside one another, and Daeron was quick to notice how nervous his nephew got. He had similar tendencies like his twin sister. “You know I don’t bite,” He joked, as he moved the book over his lap once more.

He wanted to make sure his nephew, knew he wasn’t mean, he wasn’t cruel in any sort of way, he was just Daeron. He looked at his nephew, “Just the history of our family. I find it interesting, espeically King Aegon and his sisters.” He looks at the drawing in the history book, his fingers gliding through it.

“I mean just imagine having two wives, everything you need in the world,” Daeron shrugged, before he looked at Viserys. “What is your favorite… part of our family history?” He asked genuinely.

[princeviserystargaryen00]

“Do you want to have two wives, uncle?” laughed viserys, his lips quirking up in a smile, while leaning closer to see the picture of the conqueror and his wives that Daeron was absent-mindedly touching.

“I like the very beginning—of Daenys the dreamer who saves our house and Gameon the glorious and sometimes tales of before Valyria was struck down by the gods, but unfortunately not many have survived the doom. Still, I like to read about their gods and the First Dragon Riders,” spoke viserys, knowing that was probably more information than his uncle-cousin had asked for, but he was just happy to talk about his interests to someone new.

Snapping back to attention as he suddenly remembered, Viserys spoke more eagerly, “Did you know I finally claimed my very own dragon, Vermithor the bronze fury?”

[thejacaerys]

“Two wives, I already have two wives,” he said jokingly, “I’m kidding… but that will be quite interesting.”

The prince smiled as he joked and he looked at the boy, as Daeron was admiring how smart his nephew was. He was extremely proud of how educated the prince was.

Daeron leaned back into the comforting chair as he looked back into the book flipping through the ages of the book gently. The prince focused seeing the eyes of the Viserys who also admired the history their family.

As sitting in silence, as he heard the voice of Viserys. He looked at the prince as his eyes widened. “You claimed Vermithor! Well done! I am proud of you,” Daeron complimented. His voice was pretty encouraging.

“I bet you were excited to claim a dragon,” Daeron laughed, “Possibly even nervous? I assume?”

[princeviserystargaryen00]

“I- well- yes, of course I was really nervous” Viserys said, trying to keep his excitement at bay, not wanting to be seen as too excited, too childish - but he couldn’t help himself, his eyes shining with pride in his accomplishment.

“I was scared at first, when I approached him, because he is so big… and he looked so angry,” he explained. “But when I approached him, it felt like I was… I don’t know… home.”

Viserys’s eyes darted to the book, and then back to his cousin-uncle. A smile ghosted his face at the memory of his first flight on back of the bronze fury

“He is the second largest dragon alive, I can’t believe he accepted me,” Viserys admitted, his voice filled with awe and old longing.

“I think he likes me. At least I hope he does.”