#vcserys

// continued from here with @vcserys​

“---it's been two years, I miss my home.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. Would you like to try at least?” Trysta grinned, eyeing the young man. “I imagine with some practice, you’d be quite a bit better than your brother.” 

She yelped, resisting the urge to pull back lest he yank her harder. “I’m sorry, Viserys!” she stammered. “I thought you would be shamed if you knew what it meant to ride in the cart, I just wanted to protect you...!”

She’d always been closer to little Dany, the girl had often followed her about, clinging to her skirts and looking up at her with adoration in those beautiful violet eyes. Viserys had been less of a giving child, he was spoiled and sheltered by his father and his temperament was more difficult, but Elia loved her brother-in-law nonetheless. And she worried for him. Growing up in that place with the mad King watching over his every move must be exhausting. “Nobody can keep Rhaegar from his own noble stupidity.” And with Viserys as an heir, Aerys hardly needed to keep his eldest son around. “You know he will do anything for you.”

the  little  prince  gasped  as  his  feet  left  the  floor,       his  uncle  reeling  him  up  into  his  arms,  the  momentum  making  his  head  spin.  dizzy,  he  giggled;      ‘  i’m  flying!  ‘      and  spread  his  arms  out  WITHOUT  FEAR.      which  turned  out  to  be  a  huge  mistake,  for  then  Viserys  was  blowing  raspberries  upon  his  chest,  and  he  screamed  and  giggled,  and  grasped  at  his  uncle’s  tunic,  clinging  to  him  suddenly.    Viserys  surely  thought  highly  of  himself,  &  so  Viserion  thought  highly  of  him  too.       ‘  i’ll  be  pretty,  just  like  you?  ‘       he  questioned,  playing  with  his  uncle’s  SILVER  hair.