Viserys Targaryen was only a daughter away from becoming Henry VIII. This is the story of how things would be different if he was a little more ambitious and stupid.
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My father and mother enjoyed a reasonably happy accord with periods of calm and affection. But there was one problem; my mother's sharp intelligence, political acumen and forward manners. She slowly started to gain more attention than my father and he did not like it one bit. She was dutiful and obedient to a fault, yes, but she never held back words that my father or any noble needed to hear.
They had married in 106, had me in 107, and everything started to fall down before the end of 108. We all know what happened in 109, but hey let's take it from the beginning.
· On my second name day, my father threw a lavish hunting trip and named me his heir. But my dearest whore of a sister, Rhaenyra, who was 12 at that time, threw a temper tantrum because people were there to celebrate my birthday and ...not hers? My father blamed my mother for the lack of care for her daughter which was not true because as soon as Aemma died, my father sent Rhaenyra to Dragonstone with her own household. My mother tried to break the peace between her husband and stepdaughter, which she liked neither but my sister, who was described as a little angle and the Realm's Delight at that age, called her a cunt and literally made her guards dragged her out of the Dragonstone and threatened to feed her to Syrax. My father didn't believe that and this was the first hit their marriage took, after the slow downfall that started on the last moon of the last year.
· My father refused to give royal titles to Rhaenyra, he never declared her a bastard but still, she was not a Princess as she used to be. Lady Rhaenyra, they called her, my mother tried to make sense of my father but he refused and kept her that way. Smallfolk rioted over this outrageous decision and they blamed my mother, who tried to prevent this. They called her 'The Great Whore' because it was Rhaenyra herself, 12 or not she was the devil at that age and deliberately turned the smallfolk of the Crowlands against my mother and when the noises became too loud, even my father had to hear it. It was the second hit.
· My father had me, yes, but he didn't give me a dragon egg to put on my cradle as he did with his precious daughter. (I mean if you were content with her why did you force a woman, who doesn't like you, to give you a son?) And after her temper tantrum, he stopped spending time with me which my mother objected and my father told her to 'shut her fucking mouth' in front of the court. This was the third hit.
· Daemon was still in the Narrow Sea, and he started his histrionics. He gaslighted my father to a point that he believed it was my mother's fault that the two brothers were apart. In truth, Daemon was sent back to his wife in Runestone because he made fun of my father's son and my mother wasn't even in the capital when this happened. And instead of doing that, Daemon went to Dragonstone, tried to marry a prostitute, kidnapped a dragon egg, nearly killed my grandfather and after it was set that my mother was going to be the queen, he allured the Sea Snake and they started a war, directly disobeying orders. And then he named himself the King of the Narrow Sea, which is a place my father also claimed. He committed one high treason after the other and in some way, he managed to put the whole blame on my mother. To this day, I am still not sure if Daemon was truly that good of a player or if my father had decided to get rid of my mother at this point. Because I know that she didn't let him come to her bed. It is a rough topic for me, thinking about it, but I think it is safe for me to say that she felt it was her duty to sleep with my father and she had no desire for it. So he exploited her body as she wished, got her pregnant and when she wanted to rest a bit afterwards, to not die as Aemma did, he started to plot her demise.