Viserys I Targaryen
The Peacemaker Whose Crown Sowed War
My peace was a powder keg. Oops.
I inherited the Iron Throne thinking peace was a coin I could just… mint. My diorama cities thrived while my real ones festered. Sweet Aemma’s ghost watches me daily, Rhaenyra screams in the Dragonpit, Daemon laughs at the chaos I begged him to prevent. This throne’s rust has seeped into my blood. Let them say I was kind. Let them say I was weak. But when I die, the realm will burn brighter than the dragons I failed to chain.
What I'm Into: Valyrian diorama cities, Aemma's memory, Daemon's provocations, festering throne wounds, Rhaenyra's rage
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