BEGGAR KING.

A casual night out with a few trusted friends from the same industry after a lavish gala was a well-deserved treat. The young actor was enjoying himself and he had already consumed a bit too much alcohol to think rationally, so he believed himself to be safe in this shabby club that was unfit for a wealthy rising star.

Tired of all the dancing, Renly eventually retreated back to their table as his friends continued swaying on the dance floor amongst the crowd and that’s when he was approached by a young man he didn’t think he laid eyes on before. He was tall and lean, with pale hair and eyes and overall andrognyous features. Definitely Renly’s type. Before the Baratheon could ask what he wanted, the boy began to speak and even in his intoxicated state, Renly was still surprised by the sheer boldness. Believing him to be some prostitute, Renly first thought about dismissing him rudely, not wanting to risk his unblemished reputation for a common manwhore but the pale haired boy kept on talking and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued … or aroused.

“Well, that escalated quickly …” Renly began, eyeing the boy up and down from his seat. “Straight to the point then, eh ? I like your style. You don’t need to know my name. Now be a darling and go wait for me at the back door, no offense but I cannot be seen being associated with the likes of you … I’ll come to pick you up shortly, unless you change your mind while you still can.”

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vis was quite happy to not know the others name, many wanting the same from him. he would happily call him whatever he requested when they were together - sir, daddy, master? - it didn’t matter to him. his almost purple eyes lit up as the man told him to wait by the back door, and he was very good at being discreet. “whatever you wish, sir. i’ll be waiting” he winked, reaching over to grab the drink that was in front of the stranger. he quickly drank it, put the glass back on the table and flashed him a smirk before heading to the back door.

he wasn’t exactly dressed for the cold night breeze, arms wrapped around his body which was clothed only in a mesh crop top that revealed his abdomen, and lower half clad in dark skinny jeans with rips that started from the thighs. the back was an alleyway that only served as a back exit for the main car park that very little people used; vis would know, this was his regular hang out. it was rare to get new people to have fun with, and he hoped that the other would turn up.

the blond wondered if the man did indeed come with his entourage or if they were just people he happened to be there with, but he imagined he would quickly find out. he had done this many time before, putting himself in danger was more than second nature to the other. vis never truly knew the person that was picking him up unless they were a regular, anything could happen... but for him, that was part of the rush and appeal of it all. 

vis had spotted the extremely attractive man from across the sleazy club, and was waiting for a gap in his entourage - or bodyguards? - to be able to slip in and offer himself. his father was well known, a serial killer, and vis had to try his best to blend in when it was right in order to survive; and stand out when it suited him. the things he had to do to survive were second nature now, and he wouldn’t know how to live any other way. 

an opening, finally. 

vis took his chance and slipped through the men that surrounded the dark-haired stranger. “hey baby, you look like the type of guy to want a pretty boy to have in their company. what’s say we come to a little arrangement? your entourage can even have in if they want. best part is the only payment i require is drink and a roof over my head for the night; drugs are a bonus if you got ‘em though.” he smirked at the attractive stranger before capturing his lower lip between his teeth. 

everything he was saying, doing, it was second nature since his foster home; the only way he knew how to survive and the only way his foster father had provided a roof over his head. their and in use until he ran, with nothing to his name but the money from selling the last of his possessions. that went on the drug habit his foster father had left him with.

One could only hope they would get to see a day when that would happen. Theon no longer much cared about power. It was not for power that he wished to see Viserys sit the throne… and a part of him did worry. But… Viserys wanted it so badly. And all he wanted was for him to be happy. 

He leaned in closer, nodding.

           “Y… yes, of course. What is it?” 

                                 “i plan to go north. i will find the bastard bolton son, and if he’s not already dead i’m going to tear him limb from limb. his father seems smart... smart enough to see sense, hopefully. if roose bolton still runs the north, i’ll have it behind me. i’ll arrange a meeting with the martell’s in dorne then, ask for their assistance in avenging my brothers wife, and their children by way of tearing the heads from the lion’s bodies. then from dorne we travel to kings landing, and i take back what is mine.” 

          “Yes, of course. The blood of the dragon.” 

Roose Bolton was not the sort of man who smiled, yet still, the words were uttered with some mild amusement. He stepped closer to the fire as well, not because he needed the warmth, but because he wanted to remain close to the young prince, to look him in the eyes. 

       “Why would I do a foolish thing like that? You are the         rightful king. Such a thing would be treason.” 

                       he was sure the small glimmer of hope in his eyes was truly pathetic, but it had been a long time since anyone aside from himself called viserys ‘the rightful king’. “so i have your support? your armies and bannermen?” not without something in return, he was sure. 

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          “I do hope the accommodations are to your liking.” 

A hand rested atop the young man’s shoulder as he looked him over. Not much of a king. But a useful tool, nonetheless. He could mould him to his liking. Easily.

         “Come, sit by the fire. I expect you are not accustomed           to this cold.” 

viserys was surprised roose hadn’t killed him where he stood, instead he was welcomed into the north. he knew it was only whilst he proved useful, then he’d likely be executed and the people - those that should be his people would likely cheer it. 

“no, i’m certainly not accustomed to it.” the dragon chuckled weakly, “though i am a dragon, the blood that runs through our veins is always warm.” truth, but even that heat was no match against the cold. the fire was a welcomed addition and it was clear by how close viserys stood to it.

@viseryslost​ said:

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.” 

It was easy to say, but not so easy in practice. Feelings and emotions left people exposed, vulnerable. Most people did not like showing their weakness. Theon had been like that once, too. He had hid behind a smile, laughing even when he felt pain. But that wasn’t him, not anymore.

He reached to take Viserys’ hand, the fingers he had left curling around those of his dragon.

      “I… I’m not afraid of mine. Not anymore.” 

“i am glad to hear you say that, my love. i am not scared of mine either. i am king by birth rights, and when i am on that throne the love we have will no longer be punished.” viserys just had to beat his sweet sister to the throne.

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@viseryslost​ said: ❝ i care nothing for your pretty young noblewomen. ❞

𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝,     though maybe he should have, given his own habits outside of his marital bed. his head cocked to the side just a touch as his eyes darted over the younger male, before a grunt formed in the back of his throat.     “then we will find you a pretty young nobleman.”     and that was all he thought needed to be said on the subject. “there are plenty of options. we will see what we can do.” it wasn’t as if they were all completely ignorant to such things     -     after all, his wife’s brother had given the throne to her simply because he had no desire to have children,     and samell had been built upon the stardent bloodline, of which only she could continue when he had no desire to. “you are my brother, viserys. simple as that. we will find you whoever will make you happy, because you being happy is all i want for you.”

“would they not seek to punish me for the sin if they found out ?” viserys questioned, wondering if the place his older brother had taken refuge at was really any better than the seven kingdoms when it came to men laying with other men. sure, it was a done thing in westeros but no one, no matter who you are, could be so open with it. he had heard rumours and whisperings of the young baratheon would-be king and his little squire made knight. . . and look what had happened to them. anyway, what was the point of such ridiculous talk when viserys didn’t even believe he was CAPABLE of loving another person, let alone being loved in return. “then perhaps it is not as bad here as i thought. though happy is a concept that i’m not sure i fully understand, dear brother.”