The sight of his dishevelled older brother brandishing House Celtigar’s fearsome battle axe might have put the fear of the Gods into lesser men. Viserys merely smiled. With calm disinterest he put down the book that he had been reading - some dusty tome concerning matters of the human anatomy - and focused the entirety of his attention on Rhaegar. As he spoke he remained calmly seated at his small desk, that sickly-sweet welcoming smile never leaving his face.

“Good evening, brother.” His violet eyes inspected the Crown Prince, looking him up and down with careful consideration. “Sleepless night, hm? I hope that your injuries aren’t keeping you awake.”