would name them all for those the gods have taken. The green one shall
be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the
Trident. The cream-and-gold I call Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak
and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he
could not… The black is Drogon.”
AU: Prince Rhaegar’s children, Rhaenys and Aegon, are smuggled away from Westeros together with their aunt and uncle. They are taken in by Illyrio Mopatis and grow up in Pentos, all with a longing for the faraway home supposed to be THEIRS. (insp. )Merve Bolugur as Rhaenys, Taner Ölmez as Aegon
When the gold was half-melted and starting to run, Drogo reached into the flames, snatched out the pot. “Crown!” he roared. “Here. A crown for Cart King!” And upended the pot over the head of the man who had been her brother.
The sound Viserys Targaryen made when that hideous iron helmet covered his face was like nothing human. His feet hammered a frantic beat against the dirt floor, slowed, stopped. Thick globs of molten gold dripped down onto his chest, setting the scarlet silk to smoldering… yet no drop of blood was spilled.
He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon.