I'm certainly grateful that my useless sister didn't show up here.

I wouldn't have minded if my brother did. He left me a gift last time. Dany would have left me nothing.

[Private to Cat]
Have you seen the bastard?

You people don't even know what love is.

[Private to Rassilon]

{The Dragon has a lot to say about love, but the minute he starts the private message, he becomes tongue tied, loses his train of thought, and hastily cuts the feed.

In about three hours time, Rassilon will find a picture of a dragon holding a heart slipped under his door. It will look like an eight year old drew it because that's about when Viserys stopped his art lessons.}

{Backdated to after the flood. Written.}

I was my brother, and he didn't even know he was dead.

He didn't know about Dany.

I want to be a better person. I want to be like my brother. Whatever his alleged flaws, whatever lies the Usurper told, my brother was a good person. He was brave, he was honorable, and he loved me.

[Private to Cat]
You should have told him who you are. He could have told you the truth about Lyanna Stark, once and for all.

[Private to David]
I want to be like you.

[Private to Claire]
Jon Snow is gone. Take me to the CES.

( Added later - Letter to this Santa creature )

[The man who fears losing has already lost. Viserys made his way to the deck with his broom in tow. His left hand was wrapped in strips of cloth he had torn from a ragged silk shirt. Fear cuts deeper than swords. There was a bruise under his left eye, and several more older bruises on his arms, hidden under the sleeves of his shirt. He pretended the deck wasn't being swallowed up by rust and ash. He pretended the boat wasn't being consumed out from under him as he tiptoed out into the darkness. Quiet as a shadow.]

{Voice transmission. Viserys sounds completely calm, with a sort of cooing sound to his voice, like he's telling a bedtime story to a kitten.}

I never wanted to be king. I was never meant to be king. I was the second son, I was meant for other things. Prince of Dragonstone until Rhaegar's son came of age. A position on Rhaegar's small council. I imagine they would have married me to Dany, there were only eight years between us. It's a pity she wasn't older, she could have married Rhaegar and spared him marrying the Dornish girl. She was quite frail. I wonder if her children would have grown up to be dragons. I used to dream about brains splattered against stone, thanks to that fucking Mountain. He could have at least smothered the boy if he had to kill him. I hate the Lannisters. I wish I knew how to use a sword, because I would gut Jaime Lannister like a fish.

I've never felt as alone as I feel now, on this ship, because that eight year old boy in exile had his sister. I hate that I miss her nearly as much as I hate her. I hate that I'm useless and alone and afraid. I never asked to be the last dragon, I never asked to be the one to take back the Iron Throne. I don't have the heat tolerance a dragon should have. I burn too quickly.

Welcome, travelers! It's so nice to see new faces in our beloved kingdom. I do so hope you enjoy your stay with us.

If anyone is looking for quality hand-made goods, look no further than the shack just outside of town. I provide sewn goods, candles, and souvenir trinkets celebrating your stay in Ravin!

( Spam for Arya )

{Viserys sits in the corner of his room, clutching his pillow as if it were a doll. He's a bit more familiar with the communicator than that other Viserys, thanks to his loving fiancée, Claire.}

That was really scary!

Is anyone hurt?

I don't mean to--I'm sure he knows what he's doing--

{Weak little laugh.}

But has anyone checked to see if the Admiral is well? He may need a Maester.

{{OOC: Viserys is affected, new to the Barge, super sweet and kind but also entirely cowardly, completely out of his element. If you've read the books, he's kind of coming off as a Sam.}}