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Seventeen. No Dragons.
Apr. 27th, 2012 06:51 pm{Viserys is NOT wearing his usual tunic with the three-headed dragon sigil of House Targaryen. There's a tiny ruby dragon pin on his black doublet. He smiles slightly as he addresses the camera.}
I have such fond memories of my childhood, before the madness took my father. My big brother stood ten feet tall, and he shined with the light of a thousand suns. My mother was beautiful, and kind, before the shadows ringed her eyes and the darkness stole the violets away. Even my father, yes, even he was grand then. Everything a king should be. I was a second son, but I was never made to feel small. There was a place for me. A place in the pit of incestuous dragons, where madness rippled just beneath the surface, waiting to strike.
{He shakes his head.}
They say the gods flipped a coin the day a Targaryen was born, to decide whether the babe would be great or mad. I am neither. I'm fine with that. I will serve my time here, however long that may be, and I will find a place for myself. A place that belongs to me, a place of my own choosing.
{{OOC: Viserys is affected, and instead of being bitter about what happened to him and his, he's grateful. He now sees House Targaryen as polluted with madness, and he's glad that he was able to 'escape' the legacy.}}
I have such fond memories of my childhood, before the madness took my father. My big brother stood ten feet tall, and he shined with the light of a thousand suns. My mother was beautiful, and kind, before the shadows ringed her eyes and the darkness stole the violets away. Even my father, yes, even he was grand then. Everything a king should be. I was a second son, but I was never made to feel small. There was a place for me. A place in the pit of incestuous dragons, where madness rippled just beneath the surface, waiting to strike.
{He shakes his head.}
They say the gods flipped a coin the day a Targaryen was born, to decide whether the babe would be great or mad. I am neither. I'm fine with that. I will serve my time here, however long that may be, and I will find a place for myself. A place that belongs to me, a place of my own choosing.
{{OOC: Viserys is affected, and instead of being bitter about what happened to him and his, he's grateful. He now sees House Targaryen as polluted with madness, and he's glad that he was able to 'escape' the legacy.}}
