Viserys the peaceful king.

He was far from the attractive prime he once flourished in as a young lad but even in his older years viserys found himself wed once again to a pretty little wife whom he could only thank the good gods above for blessing him with as he sat back for years as king watching you bear as many heirs as he desired unaware of the scheming behind his back as his belly rounded and his face slagged smiling like a fool in a Hightower’s court oblivious to the underlying threat against his eldest daughter Rhaenyra's claim to the iron throne but even as he aged somethings never changed such as his love for golds which he lavished in whenever possible which is why he held tourneys to dress in his finest and have you sat beside him gold adorning your delicate neck for his viewing happy as ever he sat beside you on this very day clapping his hands with a joyous smile on his plump face his own gold rings cold against his fingers as watches daemon be knocked off his horse though viserys should be cheering for his brother he finds amusement in watching the man take a good tumble here and then to keep that ego in check though his temper flares it's red head as daemon fights back without hesitation

a sigh escapes the older kings lips as he observes daemon who punches the redwyne man a bit too aggressively a too sulky for a prince but viserys says nothing as he leans back glancing towards his daughter Rhaenyra who's eyes never seem to stray far from her uncle which makes him frown a little not fond of the way his brother and daughter seem so infatuated by each other, it positively irks him but he shakes his head ridding of those thoughts as daemon is pulled away by various knights who try to get him to relax

"Gods, he will never learn.." Viserys mumbles moving his hand to grab the golden goblet beside his food but his violet eyes dart towards you for a reaction to daemon's reaction to being bested by this new youthful lad from house redwyne