#shattered. sharp. a lovely broken vase {sansa}

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٭∘⁖—🗡DRAGON🗡—⁖∘٭ // @acharmingbird Viserys sighed, staring at the empty chair to his left. He could have sworn his wife had agreed to attend the small council meeting, but the woman was nowhere to be found. The « dragon » was growing i m p a t i e n t - he was a king! No one kept him waiting! He nearly knocked back his own chair as he stood in a flurry, papers drifting from the table as his advisors scrambled to retrieve them. The king marched to his queen's chambers and threw open the doors. ❝ And what do you think you're doing? I've been waiting for you for nearly half an hour! ❞

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٭∘⁖—🗡DRAGON🗡—⁖∘٭ // @acharmingbird // Continued

The « dragon king’s » lips twitched into a s m i l e and he wrapped a strand of soft red hair around his finger. Sansa was everything the king could want in a wife. She was quiet when she needed to be - she knew her place in his life - and yet she never ceased to amaze him. All the better, really. What would he do with ⟨to⟩ a boring queen? There was a fine mind beneath her fiery locks and Viserys oft’ wondered if he should - or even needed to - teach her to use it. Perhaps he’d sit her on the small council with him, close by so he could play with the hair he loved so much. Soft and shiny like silken copper or dragon’s scales. She had a better mind for strategy than most of his advisors. ‘A woman’s touch,’ she had called it once before. He didn’t doubt her loyalty - not now, not when she was growing to l o v e him. Or, at least getting, better at pretending to love him. It was a trade, in some ways. Sansa would hold her tongue and play the dutiful, stoic wife for his courtiers - however hard it was for her when he treated her more often as an object than a person - and Viserys would give her these moments. Whether Sansa recognized the trade off or not was immaterial. The « king » had his perfect queen. Did it matter if she was truly h a p p y? ❝ Sweet Sansa, ❞ he whispered, kissing the bridge of her nose, cupping her cheek. ❝ You’ll join me at council tomorrow, won’t you? If you can pull yourself away from those twittering old « birds » and their sewing. ❞

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٭∘⁖—🗡DRAGON🗡—⁖∘٭ // @Sansa // continued

Thin fingers twitched at his side, itching to strike the insolent woman. He could have her killed for talking that way! But she was his queen. Her, not Daenerys, sulking thing she’d become. He might have married his sister, had he not needed this alliance with the Starks to secure the North. Still, red-haired children wouldn’t be such a sin. 

❝ You can’t just buy a wife, Viserys,❞ Daenerys had scolded. ❝ People aren’t property. ❞

Everyone had a price, could be bought and sold. Even the king himself had a price. And his sister earned only a flush of dusty purple to adorn her pale white cheek for her trouble. 

He stood and moved to stand behind his wife, a hand hovering over her shoulder. Fragile little bird she was. Fragile and timid and weak. His dragons could snap her like a twig - if they didn’t burn her first. 

They were his dragons now, not his sister’s. She’d lost claim to them, in his mind, when she lost her son and heir. When she stopped fighting back.

A smile pulled at thin lips and he brushed a strand of hair - red like fire, Sansa’s only redeeming quality in his mind - away from Sansa’s face. ❝ Out there, ❞ he pointed towards the sprawling city outside their balcony window.  ❝ You’re my queen. ❞

He tugged her chair back and turned her to face him.  ❝ Here though, here you’re just mine. ❞ He traced her cheek with a bony finger. 

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Viserys, you are an absolute CHILD. You're spoiled, shortsighted, and dumbly cruel. Worst of all? You think you're being a gentleman! A true prince! You don't deserve to sit on the Iron Throne.

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❝ A child? You’re calling me a fucking C H I L D? ❞ he shouted, backing her towards the wall. ❝ Would you rather I left you to that boy Joffrey? Think he would have treated you better? ❞ He grabbed her shoulder tightly. ❝ Because last I heard, Sansa, he nearly m u r d e r e d a pair of whores. Beat them near to death. Is that what you’d rather, D O V E? I’ve done everything I could to make you happy. I’ve bought you jewels from Quarth, dresses from Lys. I hired a new cook just to make you those damned lemon cakes! What more do you want from me? ❞

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Yank @ viserys #things I will regret

٭∘⁖—🗡DRAGON🗡—⁖∘٭ // SansaIt had started out as a peaceful lunch, just Viserys and his lady wife. For once, it seemed, they were simply H A P P Y. Until Varys slithered his way into the room with news for the king. Other advisors quickly followed - bringing tales of unrest in the Iron Islands. Most kings would not stand for their advisors interrupting them at any hour, but Viserys was less trusting than others. He wanted to know as soon as anything happened. Anyone who held such news to himself did so to his own peril.To say Viserys was displeased with the news would be quite the understatement. ❝ Burn them. Burn them all- ❞  he paused for a moment. ❝ Wait. Capture the best builders - we could use the ships - and burn the rest. ❞ He waved his hand, gesturing for the others to leave. He wanted to enjoy the rest of his meal in peace. And he might have, had Sansa held her tongue.❝You can't! ❞ she'd said, or something of the like - Viserys couldn't recall. The councilmen kept quiet, they did not want to anger him further, but the damage had been done. Viserys quirked his brow and stood, walking over to her. He stopped behind her chair and settled a hand on her shoulder. ❝ My apologies, my Queen. I wasn't aware I needed your permission on affairs of the state. ❞ His voice was calm and cool and yet Sansa should have known very well the threat it carried. He would have let it drop at that, even continued their quiet meal, but Sansa was insistent. The other men quietly slipped out - he was less volatile without an audience, they had quickly realized. Giving Sansa's shoulder a h a r d squeeze, nothing gentle, Viserys turned to leave. He wasn't pleased with his lady wife. She should have left it at that. Perhaps she would have, had she been thinking. But no, no instead she leaped out of her chair and tugged at his wrist. ❝ You can't just murder an entire island of people because you don't like them, ❞  she'd scolded.The king's face hardened quickly and he turned - hand raised - and S L A P P E D her across the cheek. ❝ How dare you grab at me that way? Stupid bloody woman. Get out! Get out of here! ❞ he yelled.