aliensamba | The Last Dragons, Ch. 5 A Slight Hiss

Title: The Last Dragons, Chapter 5: A Slight Hiss
Series: A Song of Ice and Fire (book)/Game of Thrones (TV)
Characters: Viserys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen
Rating: Fiction T
Notes: Spoilers on how Rhaegar died. Originally posted at my LJ and FF.

Viserys knows they will never follow him.

He is not ignorant. He knows that they laugh at him behind his back and call him Khal Rhae Mar, The Sorefoot King. Some even dare laugh at his face.

So when he sees his sister being cheered on by the khalasar, his worst fears are confirmed. He will never go back to Westeros. There won't be a Dothraki army at his bidding. He will never go home.

He will be stuck here in this dusty place forever known as the Sorefoot King, nay, the Beggar King.

He sweeps out of the tent, wanting to be alone. No one stops him. It's as if he is not even important enough to warrant any attention. He wishes they had never made a deal with the Dothraki. He wishes that they never left Illyrio's house.

Nothing good ever came out of this, he thinks grimly.

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He wants to continue going to Westeros himself but doesn't know how. Or rather he doesn't have the means to go. He does not have gold nor silver. He does not have anything of value to barter for passage on a ship.

What could he do?

He stops a bitter laugh from escaping his mouth.

He could do what he did best.

Begging again, he points out to himself.

Begging would take time. And he doesn't think the people in the khalasar would willingly give him anything really. He could threaten them , but he knows it won't have any effect. They don't fear him.

He lists down what he has. He has the clothes he wears, which are covered with grass stains and mud. He has his sword, but he doesn't want to part with it. He needs to defend himself after all. Despite never having learnt how.

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Rhaegar was supposed to teach him. His brother promised to teach him right before he left for the Trident. He was in the room with the dragon bones that day. Climbing up on the dragon heads and pretending to be flying. Rhaegar had called out to him and told him that he would be leaving soon.

He had asked why and Rhaegar had smiled and said: "To defend love and honor."

"I'm certain you will succeed, brother. I wish I could fight like you.", Viserys quietly said.

"When I return, I will teach you the ways of the sword.", Rhaegar had promised him then.

Viserys could only nod happily. He was going to be like his brother. He was going to fight like him. His sword flashing and slicing. The greatest Targaryen, in little Viserys' eyes. The 'Prince' that was promised.

But that was not to be.

Rhaegar died on the Trident by Robert Baratheon's hands. His chest plate crushed, the rubies scattered. His dragon blood flowing on its waters. Draining his life and the hope of all Targaryens.

No, Viserys will not part with his sword.

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He remembers Dany's 'gift' to him.

The bronze belt which had cut his face. It was obviously of value. Maybe he could exchange it for some food and passage on a ship to take him away from the khalasar.

He could look for it now, while everyone was away. He makes his way to Dany's tent. It's airy and big. He looks for the bronze belt. His eyes are roaming around. Trying to find where Dany could have put it.

It's in his third sweep of the tent that his eyes alight on a chest.

A strange feeling creeps up his neck. Something familiar is inside it. He holds out his hand to the chest and then he hears it.

A slight hiss.

He draws back his hand and closes his eyes.

I just imagined it, he says to himself.

It's while he's closing his eyes that he sees them.

At first a great red eye looking at him. Then scales, a long neck of scales, gleaming and reflecting fire. Then large bat-like wings which unfurl and cover out all the light.