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The ocean beckoned to him, the light zephyr running its invisible fingers through his silky mane. It caressed him, along his arched nape, down his strong back and delicate limbs, to his long plume, swaying softly by its touch. Like the tender hands of a lover, it made him feel strong and refreshed as he set hoof on the burning sands of the Endless Blue. Viserys stepped lightly, as he had of habit, nares flared and lobes perked high upon his crown. He was a beautiful sight, graceful of movement and with a regal air about him. Striding all the way down to the surf, he dipped his aching limbs in the sweet, rolling waves. A smirk lingered on his features, eyes closing briefly as a gust of wind tugged at his tresses. The pearlescent stag enjoyed a moment’s solitude, the water licking up his legs as he walked along slowly.
He did not long to get back to his new so-called ‘home’. The bare thought caused him to snort in contempt, for rarely had he stumbled upon such a heap of useless imbeciles. It had only been meant as a temporary solution, but with the welcome he had received, he was tempted to make his stay much shorter than he had initially calculated. Viserys sighed in frustration, a frown upon his pretty face; he had expected a fair amount of rurality, but the complete lack of civilization had come as a shock to him. He would have their heads when he regained his rightful throne, for the way they had treated him, with a complete lack of respect for their superior. All his life, he had been pampered and nursed, as was suitable for any prince, and he had expected them to recognize royalty when they saw it. Again, a huge disappointment. Instead, he had faced strong accusations, voiced in the most gruesome way, that he should have taken advantage of his own sister. This was of course true, but none of their business anyway.
Much against his will, his mind wandered to that bitch Mirage. He did not want to think of her and her attitude, as the mere picture of her in his head stirred his delicate temper. She would be the one to suffer the most of them all; he would make damn sure of that. Moving up to the dunes, he paused to take a couple mouthfuls of grass, but he found his appetite ruined. It was little reconciliation to think about how she would react, once she found out what he had done with Daenerys. Imagining the look on her face, and the sleek smirk returned to him. She could do whatever she wanted; Daenerys would always be bound to him and reminded by him with the offspring they had created. A son, he was certain, his rightful heir to the kingdom. What had been done could not be undone, no matter how wildly Mirage would act out. A quiet laugh escaped him, chiming upon the wind as it was carried away.
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