In his heart, Rhaenys and Daenerys were both deeply important to him in this world, and he did not want to hurt them.
That was why, over the years, he had almost always had Ashara attend him in bed.
But he now realized where he had fallen short: he had overlooked a young girl's sensitive feelings.
To Rhaenys, his "restraint" might well have felt like an uncertain distance between them.
On top of that, she had constantly watched the natural intimacy and understanding between Ashara and Viserys, and how openly possessive he was of Ashara.
Then she compared that with his unchanging affection for her, which always stopped at a certain boundary, and unease and bitterness gradually filled her heart.
Viserys could not help sighing softly. He decided he needed to have a proper talk with Rhaenys about this.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Rhaenys turned around, surprise and delight flashing in her violet eyes. After all, Viserys rarely came to see her in person.
But she quickly suppressed that expression and replaced it with a slightly reserved smile. As Viserys approached, she spoke first. "Brother, they did wonderfully today."
"Yes, they're looking more and more like dragons now." Viserys stopped beside her, his gaze settling on her face. "Still, commanding them is more exhausting than fighting an entire legion of enemies."
"Thank you for all your hard work, Brother," Rhaenys said softly. Her hands naturally settled on his arm, beginning to massage it. "Is there anything I can help with? I mean, besides looking after Meleys."
"You're already doing more than enough, Rhaenys," Viserys said gently. "Sometimes even I envy the understanding you and Meleys share."
Rhaenys's eyes lit up at his praise of her and Meleys, but soon dimmed again. She fell silent for a moment, looking conflicted.
Then,