The Time Curse (Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Fanfic)

Chapter 16: The Beggar King

"I wouldn't know. I haven't met him yet-"

Before Morgana could respond, the young prince continued, "He looked for you. My Brother. I was born after you were gone but even I remember his love for you. He fell in love with that Stark whore because she looked like you! You poisoned my family! My father was obsessed with you, he despised my mother for not being YOU! My brother ruined everything! He tossed away our rightful place on the throne for a mere imitation of you! What about you is so special that the Targaryen would fall just to love you! YOU ARE NOT A KINGS BLESSING YOU ARE A CURSE!" 

She embraced him and he couldn't help but collapse into her arms like a sobbing mess. 

He gripped tightly to her like a lifeline, as if she were the only thing holding his feet to the ground. He had been so angry, so frightened, so alone for so long. Viserys sobbed painfully into her neck allowing her to stroke his hair and pull him close. 

"I do not know what has happened to the House Targaryen. I have not yet lived out my love with Rhaegar. I do not know what became of your father after the Duskendale massacre.  I suspect I am here to help you and your sister survive until it is time." Morgana responded in the most motherly voice she could muster. She looked down at the already darkening runes on her arms, keeping Viserys in her warm embrace. 

"Time for what?" Viserys asked, his voice thick with tears and emotion. 

"I do not know little princeling. The fates of dragons tend to be great. Some terrible, but great nonetheless... I am just here to ensure your survival, your protection, your peace." Morgana stood once more to full height. 

"Come." She commanded, pulling the teary-eyed boy with her. 

She took out her wand walking out of the city proper and into a valley. One farmer looked at the pretty witch and her Valyrian featured companion. "You. Who holds this land?" She asked. 

"That'd be me, my lady." The farmer said. 

"I'd like to buy from you, that field." She announced. Viserys couldn't help but look at her confused.

"Ain't nothing going to grow there miss. I'll sell it, but the ground is dead." The old man announced waving for his sons to keep working when they had stopped. 

"Name a price." The Lady Slytherin demanded, as kindly as she could. She was in a rush, seeing as the marks on her arms were already greying. 

"How much for unfarmable land?" The farmer was bewildered. 

She pulled her necklace off, presenting it to the man. "This necklace is Valyrian Steel. Gifted to the Dragon Witch Morgana from Prince Daemon Targaryen. You may have it for that field." 

The man stared wide-eyed, taking hold of the necklace and nodding dumbly, "Fields yours." 

"Stay," Morgana commanded Viserys as she made her way to the center of the newly bought field. Taking a deep breath she focused her magic into the ground, just as she had so long ago in Kingslanding for Maegor. 

The earth moved around her, shifting and changing. Walls erupted, stone was reshaped into beautiful Dragon statues, and stairs climbed up to nothing, as magic filled the air. 

A gorgeous manor, much smaller than Dragon Stone took shape around her. She unconsciously transfigured some furniture and gold and silver. Pouring more magic into the ground, high walls sprung up, protecting the manor from invaders. She pulled out her was, weaving runes into the air. 

The protection spell was loosely based on Hogwarts. No one would be able to see the keep or enter the keep without the permission of a Targaryen. 

Collapsing in exhaustion, her magic now nearly drained, she took a moment to catch her breath. 

The Targaryen children would be safe there. No Baratheon assassins would reach them, no thieves could harm them. 

Viserys stumbled inside in awe, looking around the castle that had appeared magically. His eyes welled with tears, and finally, they had a home. 

"No one can enter without permission. Say 'I, Viserys Targaryen, give, whomever you wish to have access to the house, permission to enter the Dragon's estate so mote it be' in Valyrian. You can also revoke entrance if you fire anyone. There should be enough gold and silver in the treasury to last a while, but be cautious with your spending. I don't know when I will return so invest in some business ventures... I don't know what pain I have caused you, but I hope this gift serves you well until your story is written..." 

Viserys had no words as he looked at the Dragon Witch, the dragon's blood within him roaring to life in his veins. 

"Live well, Viserys Targaryen, and protect your sister Daeny... You are not the last Dragon." With one final sad smile, she was gone, but the home and the magic within still remained.