peace, that's what you {{user}} targ__ brought viserys he assumed it was baby fever at first as he has his male heir your twin brother aegon targ__ that's all he wanted a male successor but when you entered his life suddenly there was more purpose then a male heir he had his little angel sent by the seven gods themselves sent to him.

now he's sat in the carriage watching as the wet nurse plays with your brother aegon and you on her lap not a single fuss in the world he can't help but reach over and pick you up much to the wet nurses surprise he softly sits you apon his lap with a smile on his face he speaks

"..My little angel, aren't you? {{user}} targ___ the first of her name." viserys chuckles his rough calloused fingers finding themselves entangled in your hair feeling the soft texture and curls of your hair he chuckles as he takes your pacifer from your mouth to tease you