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A Dreamer and The Dreamer
With a dishearten sigh, the king sat in the chair of the nursery where young Aegon and Helaena played. The last few nights held no dreams of Valyria. All he had wanted was to know the past but whenever Viserys would enter a hall of the ancient city in his dreams, he was only met with grim futures. His bloodline. His throne. His memory.
Little Aegon and Helaena sat before him on a mat, playing with their toys, no hint of the sadness or anger that would come what seemed only a few years. Viserys looked at his second daughter with wonder, although she played with her brother, she did not seem too attached to her activity of play. As much as he wished he were a dreamer, nothing he had seen before had left him in such a state as these had. A very similar state which he saw his sweet Helaena exhibited in his dreams. Could he have been so wrong about his dreams? Were they not actual premonitions but simply dreams of his wants?
Little Helaena looked to her father, catching is eyes to hers and something struck him within her faraway gaze. The answer he had not wanted, confirmed. She held his gaze for seemingly longer than he intended before he turned away to shield his eyes from the tears that welled. Flashes of images appeared behind his closed eyes. The children. Hers. Rhaenyra’s. Butchered. Their blood stained the very halls and city they lived. With no other choice, his eyes reopened, and he removed his hand to see that Aegon was walking toward him with his toy dragon, modeled after Sunfyre. The boy had life and wonder in his eyes, Viserys wondered when it left the boy.
Viserys calmed his thoughts, he spoke to his son in their mother tongue, hoping to further disprove the heavy truth of his dreams, only to be met with a blank stare and stuttered one word response. He had really left the education of his children neglected of their own heritage all this time. Even Helaena stared curious, aware.
The next dream was terrible. He woke aghast with Alicent at his side, hastily moving to his aide. That evening, he dined with his wife and Rhaenyra. He spoke of his dreams, the terrible future of their lines, and offered Rhaenyra two choices. Two possible grooms. Alicent was perturbed by her husband’s grave tone, Rhaenyra uneasy at the grip which he held onto her hand, Viserys had the two swear oaths in blood.