Now That We Don't Talk / Otto Hightower / Davina Targaryen

12. Death

Sit Still Look Pretty / Tywin Lannister out now!
''Rest now, Your Grace. I will bring the leeches.'' Mello said as Viserys lay back exhausted and weak.

''If I may, Grand Maester, I took the liberty of preparing a fresh set of herbal poultices that might be more... effective.'' Maester Orwyle offered. Davina stared down at her brother, his face pinched his whole body tense with pain and agony.

''That will not be necessary, Orwyle.'' Mellos assured ''The leechings have always brought His Grace relief." He assured as he headed out.

''To help him sleep.'' Orwyle offered the bottle popping the top to Davina.

''Where's the Queen?''

"Fuck the queen." Davina hissed. "Why didn't you tell me you are practically dying? Don't you think that is something I would want to know?"

''I was given to understand that she is otherwise occupied, Your Grace.'' Lyonel answered obediently.

"Viserys talk to me!" Davina demanded.

''Will I be remembered as a good king, Lyonel?'' Viserys said with a sigh. "Will I Davina?"

''Your Grace?'' Lyonel questioned as Davina sat on the arm of his chair. She pinched the bridge of her nose annoyed.

''What will they say of me when the histories are written? I have neither fought nor conquered, nor suffered any great defeat.'' Viserys remarked.

''Some might call that good fortune.'' Lyonel remarked.

''It hardly makes a good song, does it? To be sung at feasts in a hundred years... five hundred.'' Viserys said pathetically.

"Who gives a damn about songs?" Davina whined, "Viserys,' she whimpered.

"Puff the magic dragon." Viserys sung weakly.

"That's not a song about a conqueror, it's about a made up dragon." Davina corrected. "Viserys you have been a good king, you created a good legacy."

''You have carried King Jaehaerys's legacy. And kept the realm strong.'' Lyonel agreed with Davina but his answer didn't satisfy Viserys. ''Is it not better to live in peace than to have songs sung after you are dead?''

'Perhaps. But there is a part of me wishes I'd been tested. I often think that in the crucible, I may have been forged a different man.''

'' Many that are tested, only wish to have been spared it. '' Lyonel remarked.

''Another lord might assure me that I would rise like Aegon the Conqueror given the chance.'' Viserys remarked bitterly.

''Your Grace, that is... You're right. You're right... as always." Lyonel told him.

"No he is not." Davina corrected. "You are not right, you are wrong and being difficult." Davina corrected handing him the potion.

''It is perhaps best not to know.'' Viserys countered drinking the potion.

"Hi, I'm level headed Davina I come out when Viserys goes down a little pity party of poor me I'm the king." Davina hissed smacking him over the head.

"Davina." Viserys hissed.

"You are fucking dying Vis, this is why you wanted to secure a match with those cunts?" Davina spat kneeling in front of him.

"I'm not dying." Viserys corrected.

"Really? Cause you look and sound like a dead man walking Viserys." Davina corrected.

"Honey... I wish we didn't spend so many years at each others throats." Viserys told her.