Viserys stood before the high window in the King's Tower, watching King's Landing gradually awaken in the morning mist over the Blackwater Rush. Several merchant ships were slowly entering the harbor from Blackwater Bay.
Far away, where the sea met the sky, a deep crimson shape circled low in the air. It was Rhaenys's Meleys.
Her appearance instantly sent some of the merchant convoys below into disarray. They had not visited King's Landing in quite some time.
Still, they had heard of the dragons in King's Landing, and some had even come to see them with their own eyes, so after a brief panic, calm returned to the water.
After spending last night with Roslin, Viserys had returned to Rhaenys and Daenerys's room early that morning, though his behavior did make him look like a bastard who pulled up his trousers and walked away.
But in Viserys's heart, Daenerys and Rhaenys still mattered most. After all, they were the closest to him, and they had grown up together. Last night had also been one of the rare occasions when Daenerys and Rhaenys slept together.
Four days had passed since Viserys returned to the Red Keep. If not for his upcoming journey to the Reach, his life should already have settled back into its usual routine.
Every morning, Viserys spent some time like this, both to free himself from the tedium of state affairs and to survey his domain without making a show of it.
Just then, he heard very soft footsteps behind him, followed by the rustle of fabric.
Daenerys climbed out of bed barefoot, her silver hair spilling over her bare shoulders, the ties of her nightgown hanging loose. She walked straight to Viserys and pressed her cheek against his arm like a cat.
"Brother, didn't you go to