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At first he thought he was going to get a quick death, but it turned out the Gods weren't even merciful at the time of his death. So with a heavy heart he accepted his fate that he was going to be mounted by that horselord that he had sold his own sister to and to be filled by his disgusting seed while the molten gold was going to be poured down onto his head as his golden crown.
All of a sudden, he felt something in the air shift and then an excruciating pain shot through his body, especially the lower part. At the same time he was pushed down onto the ground by those savages.
He couldn't turn his head around to see Khal. His eyes could only see the indifference yet waiting eyes of his sister were on him whilst waiting her savage of a husband raping her brother.
Is she really his sister anymore? he thought when she didn't care for him at least to be spared such humiliation and die with dignity. Maybe it is his penance for selling her to a brute and hitting her all these years, but he thought she would understand that that would be temporary. And as soon as they got back their birthright he would make her free of horselord and would make her his wife and queen. Daenerys never cares for their Targaryen's heritage. She was content to sit under that lemon tree before the red door forever. Just as now she was content to be a Khaleesi.
Ser Darry didn't help him either to bring her up to be a true princess, to appreciate their royal blood. He cuddled her too much without revealing her responsibility as a Targaryen princess.
He pulled out of his own thoughts by the touch of the monstrous cock of Khal behind his arse. Horse savage aligned his cock with his entrance and pushed his cock’s tip slightly to breach him. Viserys thought, that's it. He's going to rape him. Then Khal stopped for a moment and then he moved his cock, and with his hands on Viserys’ hips pulled his arse higher and he pushed into him. Viserys only felt unimaginable pain and something hot and wet running down his thighs. The irony of these savages. Spilling the blood of men by any weapon is banned, but it seems they forgot their cocks too can be a weapon.
He didn't know how long it took. Could it be minutes, could it be hours. At last his thrusts came to a halt and floods of his hot seed filled him. He backed away and his soft cock slipped out of him. Viserys heard the sounds, but he was in too much pain to pay heed to. Some soothing liquid poured down on his head and his thought was they should have poured it down on his arse to ease his pain.
When pain slowly subsided he saw fire and blood. His lungs were full of smoke, his mouth full of ash and his body was covered with red blood. He was floating in the sky, flying higher and higher. The sun was blinding here, its heat was soaring. But his uncontrollable flight didn't stop here. It continued until he was in the centre of sun. He didn't know how he was aware of that, but he was sure in his heart that he was at the heart of sun. The red flaming of it was hypnotising. Its heart beating in tendon with his own.
“You broke the curse, princeling,” says a soothing voice.
A woman with hair as silver as his and eyes the same color as his own appeared before him. He was as if looking at his own reflection in the water, but just the features got softer and blurry by the waves of the water.
“What curse?”
“The curse that was put on us, Targaryens, by the demon of shadow.”
He felt for the first time, all the tensions, tiredness, fears and more importantly angers were leaving him.
“I don't know of such a curse.”
He had been a studious boy. He read all about his House, their traditions as Valyrians, even learned High Valyrian, but never had he read about such a curse. Mayhap, she was talking of the madness that ran in their blood.
“It was a long time ago. There hasn't been any written scroll or tome of this. All had been destroyed long before we left our true birthland to reside in Valyria.”
He was intrigued now. He knew the first Dragonriders were not Valyrians. They had migrated there from far away lands and taught Valyrians how to control or bond with dragons.
“You broke the curse and now as a true Targaryen will do so many great things.”
She glides closer.
“You need to be patient, endure the pain and humiliation for the good of your dragon blood, but know that you shall be victorious. Just remember, Vis, patience, endurance, calmness and learning. Now close your eyes, princeling.”
He closed his eyes and felt her lips kissing him on the forehead, nose, cheeks, chin and then on the lips.
“Rest child. You'll need your strength.”