The Last Dragons, Ch.3 An Old Dark Cloth
Title: The Last Dragons
Series: A Song of Ice and Fire
Characters: Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Status: WIP
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Chapter 3: An Old Dark Cloth
The Targaryen crest is a three-headed dragon, red on black. It is said that the three heads are for the first Targaryens to rule the Seven Kingdoms.
Daenerys had learnt this from her brother.
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She remembers that slow afternoon, when she came bounding up the stairs holding an old dark cloth with interesting markings.
She had found Viserys at a window gazing out at the sea. Looking for what, she did not know.
She stood at the door, silently battling with herself if she should break his reverie.
" 'serys?", she softly called out to him.
Viserys turned to her and quirked a pale eyebrow. He looked tired but Daenerys decided to ask him nonetheless, her curiousity getting the better of her.
"Do you know what this is?", she said, trying to hold up the cloth while walking towards him.
"There are strange markings on it. Something with three heads...", she continued. The cloth was bigger than her and she was afraid it would fall on her head and hide her from Viserys.
Viserys had not spoken but merely held out his hand for her to give him the cloth.
"Come here, Dany", he said while motioning for her to sit beside him.
She smiled, Viserys was the only one who called her that.
She was his Dany. To everyone else she was Daenerys Stormborn, sister to the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms.
She sat down and waited for him to speak.
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Her brother was a mystery to her.
Sometimes he would seem angry at her, looking at her with furrowed brows. Other times he would sigh and fall silent, not speaking to her but just looking out at sea. In rare occasions he would smile at her fondly.
Daenerys wanted to see him smile. Especially at her. She never wanted him to be angry at her.
There were not many people on the island who talked to her, other than Ser William Darry (who was mostly confined to his room), her brother, and her nurse. If Viserys was angry at her then it was one less person to be with.
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"Dany, where did you find this?", Viserys asked her. His lilac eyes looking at her own.
"In one of the traveling chests. Isn't it so soft, ‘serys?", she asked him while putting the cloth to her cheek.
Viserys nodded at her simple question while still holding her gaze. His eyes seemed to change, as if showing a small fire being lit inside him.
They stayed that way for a while.
Daenerys was slowly wondering why her brother was looking so intently at her.
To an outsider, it would have seemed a curious sight. Two pale-haired children, looking at each other, unmoving as if they were beautiful statues, holding an old dark cloth.
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Daenerys blinks from her recollection and leaves the soft cloth beside Viserys. She thinks it would serve as a gentle reminder to him as to who she is.
She looks one last time at her brother before going back to her tent at the center of the Dothraki camp.
Unbeknownst to Daenerys, there is a pair of eyes who has seen her at her brother's sleeping form.
A figure steps out from the darkness and silently draws near to Viserys. The soft cloth is picked up.
He must not see this.
It is while plotting this that the intruder steps upon a twig.
The resounding crack is enough to jolt Viserys from his slumber.
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Fanfic Navigation Links:
Chapter 1: Of Pale Moonlight
Chapter 2 Remember, ViserysChapter 3: (You are here)
Chapter 4: A Golden Crown
Chapter 5: A Slight Hiss
Series: A Song of Ice and Fire
Characters: Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Status: WIP
Offsite: fanfiction.net | dreamwidth |
Chapter 3: An Old Dark Cloth
The Targaryen crest is a three-headed dragon, red on black. It is said that the three heads are for the first Targaryens to rule the Seven Kingdoms.
Daenerys had learnt this from her brother.
*************************************************************************************
She remembers that slow afternoon, when she came bounding up the stairs holding an old dark cloth with interesting markings.
She had found Viserys at a window gazing out at the sea. Looking for what, she did not know.
She stood at the door, silently battling with herself if she should break his reverie.
" 'serys?", she softly called out to him.
Viserys turned to her and quirked a pale eyebrow. He looked tired but Daenerys decided to ask him nonetheless, her curiousity getting the better of her.
"Do you know what this is?", she said, trying to hold up the cloth while walking towards him.
"There are strange markings on it. Something with three heads...", she continued. The cloth was bigger than her and she was afraid it would fall on her head and hide her from Viserys.
Viserys had not spoken but merely held out his hand for her to give him the cloth.
"Come here, Dany", he said while motioning for her to sit beside him.
She smiled, Viserys was the only one who called her that.
She was his Dany. To everyone else she was Daenerys Stormborn, sister to the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms.
She sat down and waited for him to speak.
*************************************************************************************
Her brother was a mystery to her.
Sometimes he would seem angry at her, looking at her with furrowed brows. Other times he would sigh and fall silent, not speaking to her but just looking out at sea. In rare occasions he would smile at her fondly.
Daenerys wanted to see him smile. Especially at her. She never wanted him to be angry at her.
There were not many people on the island who talked to her, other than Ser William Darry (who was mostly confined to his room), her brother, and her nurse. If Viserys was angry at her then it was one less person to be with.
*************************************************************************************
"Dany, where did you find this?", Viserys asked her. His lilac eyes looking at her own.
"In one of the traveling chests. Isn't it so soft, ‘serys?", she asked him while putting the cloth to her cheek.
Viserys nodded at her simple question while still holding her gaze. His eyes seemed to change, as if showing a small fire being lit inside him.
They stayed that way for a while.
Daenerys was slowly wondering why her brother was looking so intently at her.
To an outsider, it would have seemed a curious sight. Two pale-haired children, looking at each other, unmoving as if they were beautiful statues, holding an old dark cloth.
*************************************************************************************
Daenerys blinks from her recollection and leaves the soft cloth beside Viserys. She thinks it would serve as a gentle reminder to him as to who she is.
She looks one last time at her brother before going back to her tent at the center of the Dothraki camp.
Unbeknownst to Daenerys, there is a pair of eyes who has seen her at her brother's sleeping form.
A figure steps out from the darkness and silently draws near to Viserys. The soft cloth is picked up.
He must not see this.
It is while plotting this that the intruder steps upon a twig.
The resounding crack is enough to jolt Viserys from his slumber.
*************************************************************************************
Fanfic Navigation Links:
Chapter 1: Of Pale Moonlight
Chapter 2 Remember, ViserysChapter 3: (You are here)
Chapter 4: A Golden Crown
Chapter 5: A Slight Hiss