They had eliminated their greatest threat in Jon's name without dirtying their own hands, while Jon himself had ultimately become a discarded pawn in this game of power, left in a corner and still drenched in blood.
And although Viserys had already told Arya that Jon possessed the Targaryen bloodline and had a chance to command a dragon, he had never gone looking for him.
Viserys knew that Jon was a man with a strong sense of who he was, yet no real understanding of himself, and whose values were entirely at odds with his own.
In the end, others might even use Jon against him, and Jon might be perfectly willing to trust those people rather than Viserys and the other Targaryens who shared his blood.
Besides, Viserys saw no reason to win Jon over.
First, he detested Jon. Second, in the original story, Jon would have been of little use if he had not been resurrected once. He was nothing but a reckless hothead.
Viserys had no desire to spend his precious time grooming him, especially when he might end up raising an enemy.
Viserys glanced beyond the study window, where snow had begun to fall. Through those flakes, he could almost see the schemes and betrayals lurking in the future.
He would never let the same foolishness play out again, much less allow the fate of House Targaryen, with him among its ranks, to become a stepping stone for those ambitious schemers.
Still, Viserys could only keep these thoughts to himself. He certainly would not announce them openly.
After all, he still had to maintain his public image in Westeros, so he could only continue, "Because it is my command, and they will obey. And because when the Wall falls, Highgarden's golden roses will wither in the