Viserys wept from inside his cell, wheezing and croaking as his lungs ached and burned from screaming, his body trembling as he clutched his legs to his chest, laying on the uncomfortable straw in the corner of his cell, since there was no beds in the black cells, not even a waste bucket... he was laying in his own urine and feces. It was freezing aswell.

Viserys was on his fourth day of being tortured for information he did not have, his uncle, Maegor, demanded know of his mothers whereabouts, but he simply didn't know, and now his young body was bruised and battered, he had been cut open in so many places, bones broken, fingers stolen. It hurt so bad.

Viserys froze as he heard the cell door opening, his body trembling with fear as he looked up. He worried it was his uncle or someone his uncle sent to torture him.