He had even given up hope that the sons of Aenys would reclaim the Iron Throne from their usurping uncle, especially after Maegor and Balerion tore his elder brother Aegon the Uncrowned and his dragon to pieces at the Battle Beneath the God's Eye. Viserys had once thought that he would remain a hostage of Maegor forever, seperated from the rest of his family who were under Dowager Queen Visenya's watchful eye on Dragonstone. His body focused on the task at hand, Viserys led his mind wander to the monumental events of the last few months. The two men lapsed into a companionable silence as they both rowed feverishly for Driftmark. But even warriors tire, and they had been rowing for hours with still a large distance to cover before they reached safe harbour at his maternal uncle Daemon Velaryon's island of Driftmark. Viserys, who had slouched down and closed his eyes momentarily, shot up at the mention of his reviled uncle resumed rowing with determination.īoth men were fit and strong, with Jon being a capable warrior and Viserys doing little else in his captivity but take lessons from the Grand Maester and train in the yard of the Red Keep with Jon and occasionally Maegor himself when he was in the mood to beat Visery into a pulp with training swords. You're breathing a bit hard yourself, my prince, why don't you take a break for a while? Else your cursed uncle will hear your panting all the way from Harrenhal and feed us both to Balerion, Jon replied, cracking a smile despite the grim nature of their situation. Getting tired already old man?, Viserys teased good-naturedly, knowing the young Kingsguard knight was but a half a decade older than him. He glanced over his shoulder at his sworn shield, friend, and mentor during his confinement in the Red Keep, Ser Jon Tollett, his white kingsguard armor shrouded in a rough homespun fisherman's cloak and his face sweaty with exertion. Viserys' arms burned with exhaustion as he pulled the oars through the water for the thousandth time, his eyes fixating on the outline of King's Landing in the distance which was getting harder and harder to see as their boat moved into Blackwater Bay. He has shoulder-length white-gold hair and deep violet eyes, a shining example of the beauty of old Valyria. Prince Viserys at age 16, a squire and captive of King Maegor the Cruel before his escape.

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