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She’s― she’s happy.
Rhaenyra, his precious child, the light of his life, all he has left of Aemma is happy. Viserys hasn’t seen her smile like that ever since her mother died on the birthing bed ― can’t remember the last time he saw her smile at all in the past years.
And it’s his brother, Rogue, warmonger, no concept of loyalty or decency who brings that out of her. Viserys had half a mind to banish him for the rest of his miserable life, but he couldn’t, not with the rumors running amok.
Rhaenyra’s happy marrying him, and Viserys watches.