♕ i don't even know if this handholding would be intimate tbh but ye
♕: Holding handsOne of the first things that Valentine had taught him was that courage did not mean never being afraid. Anyone who is truly fearless, she’d said, is probably a fool. Viserys had begun to protest, said his father was fearless, but that only drew a wry smile from her. He protested again, asking her what she was afraid of, then. Again, there was little more than a smile. It had grated on his nerves, then, but he had since grown used to it. Such was her way. She would tell him what he needed to know, in time. She was ancient enough, powerful enough, for him to trust her judgement, to swallow his pride when she put him in his place. It always took a while for her teachings to sink in, such was the nature of the beast, but in time, as with all things, he came to understand one way or another. It was why he stood tall, unashamed, even as fear coiled in his stomach as he watched a small legion of would-be usurpers approach his fortress, his castle. ❝ Are you afraid? ❞ she asks. He does not lie.❝ Of course. Only a fool is ever truly fearless. ❞She takes his hand, a motherly gesture, gives it a squeeze as she smiles at him. ❝ And you are no fool, little dragon. ❞
