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It seemed all he needed to gain power was to nearly die. He should have died by all accounts. The crown of molten gold hadn't burned like he had expected, the shock of it all and the heaviness of the gold had made him fall, his sister presuming him dead, left him. The Khalassar left. He was alone in the Dothraki wasteland. The gold seemed to crack, not falling forming to his face, he seemed unscathed by the whole ordeal, some minor cosmetic damage to part of his hair but it would grow back.
He made the choice to go back to the Free Cities, restart his life. There was no hope for Dany and he couldn't just take on a Dothraki hoard. But along the way across the wasteland he saw what he thought was a rock, a large one. Until he saw it breath and leather wings shuffle.
Viserys held his breath. It was Cannibal. The wild dragon had been huge during the Dance and now it seemed to rival Balerion the Dread. It took time and patience but after a few weeks the dragon took to Viserys's company and a bond was formed. Together the two made their way to the Free Cities and he ended up conquering it. Deciding this was his way to win back Westeros. Chokehold the Iron Bank and the trade supply. He'd fly back for Dany after he'd established a foot hold here. He'd show those Dothraki true power.
"Illyrio what is it?" Viserys asked as he sat on his makeshift throne in Pentos. The Magister announced he had a visitor and so he allowed the person in.
"State your business"
His lilac eyes weren't on the person at first as they came in the throne room, but focused on the city below him.
