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“dany, get him off of me!” viserys yelled, fingertips grasping at the hand around his throat. he hadn’t even done anything this time, he simply had reminded the man she was using at the moment that he would be daenerys’ true king, because that was how their bloodline worked. he didn’t mean it, and dany would have known that if she were there to see the smirk on his lips when he said it. he just liked to mess with people, especially the men close to his sister. he of course would want to be on the throne with daenerys, but he had made it clear to his sister many times that he didn’t care which of them sat on the iron throne as long as it was a targaryen. 

‘ i’ll break the other one for you if you ask nicely. ‘

" Another delay, mother? " Rhaego sighs in anger.  " What matter is Mereen when our home is still the land of Usurpers? "

“Who are you? - and what are you doing here?” 

A R Y A

♡ SMOL STARTER CALL.  /  ❛  @khalcesis​​.  ❜

“I’m not innocent, Your Grace,” she admitted, eyes flickering between Daenerys and the burning orange horizon. “I did what I could to save my House, I still am. I’m fighting every day. But because of that, I had to hurt people, watch them die ... be at the hand of it myself once or twice. But I don’t doubt your abilities. The innocent are the ones who will look to you most. Your intentions are good.”