Dragonstone is where Viserys had lived since his brother Rhaegar had sent him away six years earlier.
His big brother, the one who should have loved him, the one who had promised him to be by his side even when he would have children, he had pushed him away to be with his beautiful little family.
At least in Dragonstone he would never again see that little monster and his mother who had stolen Rhaegar's heart.
Six years had passed since his return to Dragonstone, but it had been longer since the last time he had been there before going to King's Landing.
It wasn't a happy memory for him.
The screams, the storm, the thrill of having a new sister that had disappeared as soon as he noticed that Rhaegar was holding their mother, who was no longer breathing, in his arms.
He had to close his eyes to push that thought out of his head, and replace it with a happier one.
"Mum, mum!"
"Love! You should be at your sword fighting lesson, why are you here? "
"The Master wasn't feeling well today, so I decided I wanted to sing you a song that I just learned."
"And does this song have a name?"
"Yup. It's called 'The beautiful Dragonstone Maiden'. "
"Interesting ... Is it dedicated to me by any chance?"
“It was easy to understand, wasn't it? I'm sorry, but I'm not good at giving titles yet. "
“Don't worry, it's a beautiful title. What do you say if you sing it to me now? "
Viserys nodded happily and sat down next to her.

His mother was the only one who listened to his voice without making jokes or without saying anything to the contrary. She was charmed by his dedication to this feminine discipline.
“The waves of the sea that shine in the light
They dig the rocks and rock souls
She was there on the beach, the beautiful girl
Barefoot, smiling
She was the Dragonstone Maiden
The storm came
The colors changed
Fear was high, like her hand
A single touch to the sky was enough for her
She was there on the beach, the beautiful girl
Barefoot, smiling
She was the Maiden of Dragonstone. "
A tear streaked Viserys's face.
That memory was perhaps worse than the one of her death, yet it was not the first time that this memory came to his mind.
He had never actually thought entirely about that memory, but the song… The song was stuck in his head. There was no day he didn't sing it to Daenerys after Rhaella died.
Nobody knew that that song was dedicated to his mother, only he and Rhaella knew it.
It was theirs alone.
Footsteps brought him to reality. Jaime was relieving a soldier who had been by Viserys' side all morning.
'The time has come to free the dragon in me'. Viserys thought as he pulled out a letter he had written from his shirt pocket.
"Ser Jaime, can you come here please?"
Jaime immediately went in front of him, and knelt down.
"How can I help you, my Lord?"
"Be kind enough to give this letter to the Grand Master, tell him to send it to Rhaegar."
"Is there something else I need to do?"
“Gather our army, and welcome the soldiers who should arrive shortly; we leave for King's Landing. "
"Could I know why, my Lord?"
“Sure… Read the letter. Aloud."
Jaime gave him a confused look, but unrolled the letter as Viserys slowly approached with a mischievous smile.
He knew the content, and he couldn't wait to see Jaime Lannister go mad.
“The letter, my Lord, says: hello big brother, or should I say my King? How many years have passed since you sent me away ... You know, I have grown up. I have guarded our house as you asked me but I have also done something more; I have assembled an army. That's right, you got it right. An army. 20,000 men ready to kill under my command. I'm more than sure that Daenerys has grown up too, she must have become a real splendor. I'd like to see her again and make her mine, it's up to me. How is it up to me ... "
Jaime froze, he could not believe what was written in the next lines. Or maybe he knew perfectly well that that time would have come, but he didn't want it to come.
"Ser Jaime, go ahead."
“How the Iron Throne belongs to me. It is up to me to have anyone who tries to stop me killed. It is up to my men to kill the men who will stand in my way, and to do what they want with their wives, their mothers, their daughters and their sons. And this is not only up for my men, but also for me. I will take your life, make your wife mine and then I'll kill her, as I will kill your son. Imagine the scene, can't you see what a beautiful show it will be? Fire and blood, big brother ... "
“… Fire and blood. So what do you think Ser Jaime? Do you like it?"
"You're not serious, are you?"
"I've never been so serious before."
Viserys approached Jaime.
The difference in height was notable given the difference in age, Viserys was 12 and Jaime was 26; but at that moment it seemed that Viserys was watching Jaime from above.
"We don't have 20.000 men."
“Yes instead, 20.000 men who know the truth about my father. About how Rhaegar killed him and you helped him not to be discovered. "
"He was mad!"
"And I am too."
"I will not let you do that, I will not let you kill my sister, my nephew, my best friend and Dany."
“I never said I will kill my sister. I want to marry her, as we should do according to the ancient traditions of our house. I'm sorry you couldn't marry Cersei, you would have been a nice couple. "
The sound of a sword leaving its scabbard echoed within the walls of the Hall, but before it could be stabbed into Viserys's heart, he dodged it and stabbed Jaime in the side and then again in the back, and again in the other side and then on the heart, and again, again, again. Blood kept splashing all over the place.
"Please ... Tell my sister ... Tell her I love her."
"Don't worry Ser Jaime, your sister will be notified very soon."
Now the sword was in the hands of Viserys, who very quietly began to pierce the blade from one side of the head to the other of the now deceased Jaime Lannister, son of the Lord of Casterly Rock, twin brother of the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, personal guard and best friend of the King.