Kyreris: for her
The Dragon King
felt his chest burning with the fury of a thousand suns. He could feel his
blood boil at the thought that Kyra had suffered while growing up. He felt a
pang in his heart when he looked into her emerald eyes because he recognized the
pain she still wasn’t able to express. She was hurt, he knew it. She had scars,
just as he did but hers were hidden. Viserys wore his scars on the outside but
was still in denial until he met Kyra. He refused to acknowledge that he was in
pain or that he needed help. Kyra was holding back. She was raised to be like
this. To hold back any inconvenience to her father. It took a moment of pure
vulnerability to have Kyra finally be honest -to some extent- about her family
dynamic. Viserys was furious, furious to hear that the woman he fell in love with
was raised by a cold bastard. Tywin Lannister earned his reputation. He earned
the scorn he got from the rest of the world and he earned the hatred Aerys II,
the former Dragon King, and Viserys father, had for him. Today, Tywin earned one
more enemy in Viserys but for reasons that were unheard of. He earned the
hatred of the Dragon King because of the way he treated Kyra and the pain it
caused her.
Viserys felt his
heartache as if it had been stabbed by a thousand knives. He could imagine the
frightened look on Kyra’s face whenever her father would enter the room. He
could imagine the knot in her guts whenever she had to face her sister and the
growing desire to set herself free from this situation. He tried to compare what
Kyra had been through with the closest thing he knew, which was Bäahal’s cold
welcome by the family when she first arrived. He replaced his sister with Kyra
and saw her cry, suck her émotions up, hides so she could wail her pain. Kyra
could count on her brothers over time, but she was still alone and she was still
guarded. She was still hiding her pain and nobody was there to comfort her. He cradled
the blonde woman in his arms, kept her close to his composed heartbeat. He
wanted to protect her. He wanted to see her smile. He needed her to be happy
and this desire made him stronger, determined. This was a motivation for the
silver fox to stay clean, to keep a clear mind, and to become the best version
of himself, a version she could be proud of, a version she could trust and rely
on. He wanted to give her the world, and he would, for her, because he loved
her. Madly so.
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