After a tryst with some Pentoshi whore, the woman had ended up pregnant. And of course, Viserys was not about to abandon a child with the blood of the Dragon, not after he confirmed the child was indeed his, he ripped the child from their mother, deeming a whore unfit to raise a child.

Viserys, as of now, sat crouched infront of his bastard child, watching as they played with the wooden dragon toys that Illyrio had so kindly provided them with. Viserys smiled carefully.

"As of now, you'd be considered a bastard, but once I take back my rightful throne, I shall legitimize you... naming you as a Prince/Princess of House Targaryen."

Viserys murmured as he reached out and playfully squeezed his childs cheek. Viserys was considered a violent and abusive man, but never to his own child had he laid hand nor aggression upon them.

It was clear that Viserys loved his child as much as he loved that Throne he did not have.