The War That Was Won:
(Viserys POV)
The wound was not healing properly, you could feel it as you stumbled into the chambers, as you saw that no one but Lord Hightower was waiting for you. Just as always. "Viserys." He said your name without formality, as he had when he saw you, battered and bloodied as you were. "We should fetch Melios?" He proclaimed, but you waved him off.
"No." You whispered as you looked at the numerous larch bruises that were on your side. The blades had been stopped this time, but it seems now that they know your armor could stop them, so they were instead using clubs or spears. Trying to remain out of your range. "Any wine left by Rhaenyra?" You chuckled as you coughed.
"We can't keep doing this." He whispered as handed over the wine jug, and you drank. "You are going to suffer greater injuries looking for trouble than just-" He then stopped, paused, and looked at the bandages. "Strip your shirt." He demanded.
You remembered all those years ago when he first discovered you doing this. Why did you start it? Was it because your father died from a burst belly? Gael had drowned herself in the Blackwater rush? Men, women, and children suffering a fate far worse, and you sought it to be your duty?
Was it just because you felt like it? Did you want to gain something for a song? Give yourself honor? Glory? Fame? Have you already had all of it? What reason did you continue your mad crusade on the Gangs of King's landing?
But you always stopped and remembered why.
Because you just wanted to help your people more, than just what society and tradition and the blasted everyone wanted! If you could use the coffers of the crown to feed people, to help people more, you would do it in a heartbeat, tear the city down that wood fire shithole that could barely stand! And build something better!
You wanted to build something better. You wanted to make things right for this city and its people. But you never could even as king.
And maybe it's just like Daemon said... Your character was never the best suited for being king. Never was. You always knew that.
You just wanted to escape it.
How you wished the Council chose Rhaeyns all those years ago... maybe it would have been better for all the realm if that was the case.
So you just beat the criminal element, the scum to let people… all your people sleep soundly at night. Make the entire city fear the dark. The Ruby Cloaks finally becoming what they were supposed to be finally made you think there was hope!
"You are early?" He started as he cleaned the wound with fresh cloth and water. "When I told you I received a few chains at the citadel, it was not just for this?"
"You went to the Citadel?" You asked. "You always told me your father and brother forbade it?"
"I was a young boy, with unassuming looks," Otto stated. "I later learned that politics and administration were my callings. Though I never forgot how to do these simple things." He then sighed as he wrapped the bandage around the wound. "Melios won't mind that I raided his stock." He then pulled out a vial. "Antidote for the poison."
"I was expecting more from the Poisoner of the Pyromancer." You laughed as you drank it. "Didn't even coat all his blades. And it wasn't even Green Death as he wanted to use on me, just a mild milksop, not even properly brewed. Wine could have cured this."
"Are the others out tonight?" He asked as you looked out the window. "Will I be expecting them here as well?"
"No." You started with confidence. "You will not."
"Then we must return to the obvious. The Gangs of the city are scattered. The Ruby cloaks own the streets and they march in force." Otto said as he finished putting the bandage over your wound. "Don't try to move the arm until morning."
You measured to look at the hand and you sighed. "What is on your mind Otto?"
Otto huffed. "Your war is won. The city is safe now… you can do much more than run around as a bat."
"I should have gone with a Dragon, but I wanted to keep my identity secret, Otto." You joked.
"What I meant is… You can start changing the city. Really change it." He said. "You don't need to put your life at risk anymore."
"I may be king of the Seven Kingdoms Otto, but do you really think that this city will accept that magnitude of change I wish to put it through? Tearing up the city itself, creating sewers, funding a university, Tearing down the Slums? That will take decades and money we do not have. The Lord won't stand for it, not after I lowered their taxes the way I have." You leaned back into the chair, and you sighed. "Which I remind you was your idea."
Otto then shook his head in shame. "A bright idea at the time, your grace. But a shortsighted one. "That does not mean we cannot do better."
You nodded. "I only wish I shared your optimism."
You had so many plans. But not enough time. Never enough time. "But it might be time to change it. One project at a time."
AN: Viserys won, so he won't be Batman anymore right?
Maybe.