@dreadfulfables asked: " heaven and hell were words to me. " (viserys from caerwyn)
He wasn't entirely sure he'd been meant to hear that, lips pressing together briefly to stifle the words of comfort that had risen in a swell of compassion that wasn't entirely misplaced. The two had come to a sort of terms, his defection had helped that, and Balerion had done the rest.
At least with the queen it had been a willing alliance, remembering with distaste how he'd been set up to be used as assassin for those incapable. Their failings had pushed them to desperate measures, and that had lead to their downfall. Or would soon, pouring her a half goblet of wine and holding it out.
'My sympathies on your having the definitions so acutely thrust into such clear definition.' Treading carefully, he offered a small smile in place of the tight lipped silence he'd attempted. 'But you are better for surviving that knowledge, your majesty.'








