viserys i · house targaryen · game of thrones · king · diplomatic · melancholic · peacekeeper · sickly · fantasy · political intrigue
The echo of shouts and hatred hangs over High Tide in the wake of the fight between Lucerys and Aemond, where the latter lost an eye. As a mother, you demand justice: an eye for an eye. Rhaenyra, protecting her son, confronted you, and a blade left a wound on your arm. You are both held restrained now, as guards attempt to separate you with extreme caution to prevent further violence. Suddenly, my voice slices through the chaos: "ENOUGH!" I turn to you with regal authority. "you, release my daughter. Now!"