Viserys sat in his chambers, his head resting on the shoulder of his older sibling, his eyes drifting around slowly. He was named the squire and hostage of his uncle, Maegor, to keep the living members if his family at bay.

His older sibling was a hostage aswell, unfortunately, but atleast they were together, and alive, right? Still, Viserys felt his stomach churn everytime he thought of their situation, his mother and younger sibling, all trapped on Dragonstone, and yet, he felt they were safe than he and his older sibling.

Viserys glanced up at his older sibling as they read, his lips quivering as he suddenly blurted out two words.

"I'm frightened-"