"Stop, Your Grace," Doreah pleaded through her tears. A gleaming blade, a mad king.
Daenerys looked at her brother and took off her crown, her eyes filled with pity. She understood that much of Viserys's madness came from pressure and delusion.
"Stop? How am I supposed to stop?" Viserys spotted Daenerys's chair and table again. On it lay the letters Daenerys had written home for the soldiers, but the envelopes bore the emblem of the Four-Part Banner.
"Let me see what you've written! Using that bastard's emblem, presuming to use the Dragon Banner!" Viserys grew angrier and angrier. "You've become that bastard's slave, and now you've forgotten your brother, forgotten your allegiance to the True Dragon, haven't you?"
Viserys drew his sword and hacked at the letters on the table. Then his blade swept across it, sending the letters fluttering through the air like white butterflies.
"All of you, get out of my way! Let me leave!" Viserys stirred the coals in the brazier with his sword, his expression hysterical.
"Stop this, my king." Doreah suddenly rose and wrapped her arms around Viserys, trying to restrain him. But she was a woman, and her strength truly was no match for his.
"Traitor! You're a traitor too!" Viserys cursed, shoving Doreah back and savagely stabbing her again and again with his sword. Bright red blood poured from the Lysene woman's abdomen.
"I told you, don't think sleeping with me makes you a queen!" Blood splattered across Viserys's face, his black velvet clothes, and his red cloak. It was all like a bloody performance.
"Your Grace, Viserys, you poor man..." Doreah lay nearby, moaning. The color slowly drained from her fair face as blood flowed from her abdomen, staining the floor red.
Everyone was horrified by the sight. Before, they had thought