Eleven. The Last Dragon

{There's a burst of static, and words muttered in High Valyrian. When the video transmission begins, the communicator is held close, the camera revealing a gleaming black breastplate. The center of the breastplate is crushed. What was once a three-headed dragon sigil worked entirely in rubies is now twisted and buckled in the center of the chest, with three-quarters of the rubies missing. A gloved index finger and thumb appear, plucking a loose ruby from its setting.

The hand holding the communicator now holds it at arm's length. The man in the mangled armor is revealed to look a lot like Viserys, only his face isn't as gaunt, his hair is longer, and his eyes are indigo instead of pale lilac. He holds up the ruby and studies it, turning it this way and that in the light.}

{{OOC: Viserys is his dead older brother, Rhaegar Targaryen. If anyone recognizes the pb, let me know! I'm guessing he's some pouty model type, but I ganked this lone picture off a twitter Rhaegar.}}