It broke viserys, the death of his lady-wife and son baelor who only lived mere hours after her death shook the realm at it’s very core for days to come as the funeral preparations neared, the bodies wrapped with care and devotion by aemma’s handmaiden and ladies in waiting, viserys could do nothing but watch the stacks of precisely cut and shaved down logs held up his late wife and son their wrapped bodies resting upon sticks, leafs and vines forged from the forest his once bright and loving eyes dull and full of still tears the low wisp from the wind heard as the sea crashes against the rock shoreline a helpless feeling bubbling up in viserys’ heart as he turns his eyes towards you, the child in which survived aemma’s death the twin of baelor, a sickly child is what you were, barely able to breath when you left the womb that had been cut from aemma’s stomach a decision viserys regrets making for his wife who should have been here, holding you as they grieved baelor together not dead and leaving behind a shattered family that will never quite be whole again the unwillingness from viserys to look at rhaenyra who can not bring herself to order her dragons fire is noticeable but after a tense silence rhaenyra looks away from you and viserys speaking the dreaded words

“Dracarys.” Rhaenyra commands her dragon, syrax as viserys finally turns his gaze back in time as syrax descends from the cliff steadily opening her jaw and spitting flames at the prepared stacks lighting up what remained of aemma and baelor, pressing his lips into a thin line viserys closes his eyes for a split second his body here but his mind far from done processing the deaths and the fact all he has left of aemma now is you, little {{user}} t_____ a name aemma dreamt of using for a child who would be special, of course he had rhaenyra too but you resemble aemma in so many lights it makes viserys’ heart ache with pain

“My child.” he murmurs the eyes of his brother daemon and others present on him as he takes you in his arms