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(She wakes to find her bed occupied by another. His hair is like hers - except for the molten gold and blood. Her brother has no right to be alive in that state and Daenerys is startled onto her feet. She grabs a knife just as Viserys rises too, on the opposite side of the bed.)

You were to be my queen...

We were to rule together. The last Targaryens.

(His voice sounds oddly hoarse as if the heat from the gold has scorched his throat. She tries to ignore his words and the pain they bring, quickly pulling on her boots with shaky hands.)

That time has passed, brother. It is time for you to rest!

(As soon as she has the boots on, she flees the room. Flees the house. In the street, she is breathing hard and as pale as a ghost. Viserys will follow because he never knows when to quit.)

Dear sister... Sweet sister... Do you see what you have done to me?

(He touches her hair and she shrieks, falling backwards. He shouldn't feel solid! This is only a dream... Yes, only a dream...)

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(Later she finds the strength to send out a message.)

Do not believe the visions. We must rise above them. We must...

(But her eyes are red-rimmed and a few tears roll down her cheeks.)

How might I be rid of him?

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Nightmares, you say?

[While Augustine might look like something out of some macabre nightmare with the number of bandages wrapped around his bare torso, he's certainly far lovelier than any fiend. However, those bright red eyes might be a tad unnerving for some. It's quite obvious that he isn't human.]

Some would say that such awful dreams serve as omens.

[An ill-omen at best.]

What is it that haunts you? Is it just a nightmare?

(The color leaves her cheeks and she stares at him. There are many in the East that look strange, so she has long since learned not to judge. But what he says concerns her.)

He is dead. I know that. (So how can it be an omen?) I left him behind a long time ago.

[Goodness. Maybe Augustine should've used a glamour spell to alter his appearance. This poor woman probably thinks he's some kind of monster but he's a nice one. Well, sometimes.]

So he's someone from your past?

[He's no dream weaver but he's trying to piece this whole story together.]

Maybe, just maybe, you didn't fully discard this person and now you fear that someone like him might haunt you.

[A pause.]

Either that or someone wishes to sabotage you through sorcery. [He mentions that almost amicably.] Either way, it seems you require aid to conquer this nightmare.

(She has had a difficult day. Viserys is lurking somewhere behind her, sprawled on her sofa with a goblet of wine in his hand. Every time he moves, the molten gold on his head shines.)

He...is my brother.

(One of them.)

I suspect sorcery. As he is, he should not be able to move or speak.

(She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.)

What do you know of magic?

Everything.

[The dhampir answers swiftly without any hesitation on his part. Augustine leans in close to the screen of his phone, his bright red gaze looking past her and towards the cretin upon the sofa.]

Is that him? [A disapproving frown lingers upon his lips.] Quite a ghastly figure. His end was violent.

[That's speaking mildly judging from the melted gold upon the ghoul's head.]

Do you possess a mirror? If so, I need for you to find it and bring it over.

[An odd request, no? However, it's very much so relevant.]

(His tone leaves no room for argument and Daenerys nods, glancing at Viserys warily. Said ghoul takes that moment to announce:)

Dany, I'm bored! Come entertain me.

(She ignores him, of course, and gathers the mirror, holding it out for Augustine to see.)

What do I do with it?

[The way that fiend speaks to her makes Augustine's skin crawl. There's something insidious at work here between these two, something that Augustine greatly disapproves. He can tell the poor woman is distressed beyond belief. Augustine sincerely doubts that the siblings had a healthy relationship in the past. That much is evident judging how this ghoul treats her but then again, maybe the sister's fears are at work here.]

Do you see yourself within, dear? [He asks suddenly.] If you can still your reflection, then this is no dream.

However---

[Augustine pauses for a moment.]

Can you see him within that mirror? If not, then he's truly not there. This is all but a ruse meant to feed upon your self-doubts, your fears.

[What do you see, young queen? What do you see?]

(The Targaryens are raised to see no issue with brother marrying sister. It keeps their Valyrian blood pure. However Viserys - like their father - developed a taste for being downright abusive to his one-day queen. Daenerys knows that was the madness speaking - not him - but it's hard to hear those words again.)

...yes. I see myself. (All pale with gold and silver in her hair.) Let me see...

(She moves the mirror to capture Viserys's reflection and...)

He's solid too. (Her throat constricts and she puts the mirror down.)

Of course I am, you bitch! (More of her things are tossed about, but she doesn't care. All that matters is her knife.)

[So its real. Augustine's jaw tenses.

Its another ghoul playing bogeyman much like the one that attacked his son. It's only by happenstance that Augustine stumbled across this video and this woman but much like before, the dhampir takes up the fight. While he may not know this woman, he won't sit by idly as she's accosted by this fiend.]

Another living nightmare in mortal flesh.

[He sighs dramatically as he cracks his knuckles. Round two is about to commence.]

Mind setting your location? That monster will be dealt with personally.

[Is he turning into some mock demon hunter again? Augustine can't help but chuckle some. Maybe he ought to make this into a lucrative business but that's a thought for later. Right now, he needs to prepare.]

(The offer takes her by surprise and she hesitates, turning away to keep an eye on Viserys's rampage. He has always, always done what he likes and they are family. Khal Drogo had killed him for her before, but now...)

I appreciate your kindness, ser, I do, but he is my brother. (Or not?) He looks like him at least. I must be strong this time.

(But she is a small woman and she isn't a warrior.)

I would welcome help. (She sends her location in Fayren.)

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[A slight smile graces his lips once he hears the request.]

I don't mind playing second fiddle to this performance. Just make certain you're ready to take the lead.

[With that said, the video cuts off abruptly. He can find her within a few moments. While Augustine is still metaphorically licking his wounds some, he can still provide support. After all, that brave little woman will need it. If that ghoul is anything as powerful as the monster that attacked Eliot, she'll definitely need the aid. However, Augustine hopes this beast won't be able to mimic his spells. Fighting a "mimic" is difficult business. Of course he fared well enough against it but still.

Nevertheless, Augustine hopes the woman can fend off the nightmare long enough for him to arrive. He's on his way.]

(She is a queen, she reminds herself, a ruler that is prepared to oversee the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. This is one man she faces - not an army. Yet this one man brings back warm memories of her childhood. He hadn't always been so twisted. She had loved him so - so much so that she had been okay with ruling at his side in theory.

Daenerys waits for Augustine, a long knife in her hand. She tries to greet him at the door, but Viserys interferes.)

Who is this fellow?

(The molten gold on his head - skull, truly - shines like a crown, but it's clear his hair is the same shade as hers.)

Viserys, step back.

Strike it down, and don't take it so seriously. If, of course, it's as illusory as you say.

Do you need help?

[He speaks from experience, and his smile radiates a warm, if perhaps infuriating, confidence.

It must be. He cannot possibly live in that shape. (She grits her teeth.) I am to kill him? Again?

No.

[The o's teased out playfully.]

It's hardly real, so you can't call it killing. Ergo, it's not a "him", but an "it". Rather, you are destroying a loathsome fake for the first time: a lovely novelty.

Haha, and please, for goodness' sake, loosen that jaw. It's obviously a nuisance disguised as a significance, so have at it!

(His playful demeanor is grating, but he does have a point. All the same, it won't be easy for her to kill Viserys with her own hands.)

I will see to it. (Her eyes flash and she makes herself relax.) How do you know so much about this?

(Being as subtle as possible, she grabs onto her knife again and steels herself for what she must do.)

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Mother-wit and brazen assumption. You're not the first to tangle with a violent effigy from your past, like a more vulgar Scrooge and his three ghosts. Somehow I doubt it's coincidence, and so I reason my solutions will apply equally well to your problems.

[Encouraging someone to be gleeful as they stab another, fake or not, might not have been the most psychologically healthy thing in the world.]

At any rate, I'm glad to hear it. Palm to the hilt, and thrust firmly!

[Now he's giving knife advice. The cheek.]

(The reference to Scrooge is lost on her, but she understands him perfectly clearly.)

I know how to kill. (She just hasn't done much - if any - of it with her own hands.) One ghoul isn't going to best me.

(Daenerys leaves the feed running - just in case all hell breaks loose - and she rises from her seat, walking to where Viserys is making a mess.)

Finally! I've been waiting for you! Now, I know that beast of a man taught you how to be a proper slut... It's time you show me what you know, sweet sister.

(There is a struggle as he reaches for her - she is a small woman. Still.)

I'm...not...yours. (She uses the knife for its intended purposes and the struggling becomes desperate, items being knocked over at random as he flails.)

Again? You kill me...again?!

...rest, brother. Rest.

[One day, he'll share the joys of A Christmas Carol to all the world.

Her readiness to destroy, now that it was repeated back to him without finery, made him grave. It was easy to suggest violence, but seeing it seriously taken up gradually widened his eyes and mouth. He'd really just...casually suggested a woman stab a man--or something very like--on her lonesome. Where's the chivalry in that!?

Before he could say another word, the struggle began. He can't watch; it's too gruesome. And yet he dare not turn away from the act he blithely encouraged seconds ago. How foolish it was to suppose her necessary violence be as clean as his own. He should've insisted he or another do it himself, rather then dirty her hands!

The tension of the struggle and Ted's high-strung hope made the fight of a minute last an hour. Finally, he heard her voice. Hallelujah, she was victorious, and the phantom slain.]

Well...well done.

[Lord have mercy.]

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(Her hands are dirtied already with the blood of nobles, slave traders and soldiers. Every person her dragons have killed has been on her orders and thus she is the one responsible. That is not to say this isn't difficult. Viserys is strong despite his grievous head wound and she drives the knife home in her fear, watching him stagger in shock and then fall.

She is shaking when she returns to him, blood on her hands and a fresh cut on her cheek.)

I don't deserve praise.

[The whole thing made him feel about as dirty as she looked. A few brain cells must've been out to lunch if he thought it would be as romantic and relieving as slaying a dragon. She definitely gave him the feeling of one familiar with severe and weighty matters like killing. Hopefully this one, done as it was to a fake, wouldn't weigh any worse.]

Let's not discuss desert. A bath, then? No offense, but you look like you could use some cleaning.

[He certainly could. Mostly on the inside.]

(A bath. He suggests...

Her eyes burn and blur, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her legs begin to shake and she feels sick; the sort of sick that nothing can heal.)

...yes. I...do. I'm sorry.

(Is that last part meant for him or for Viserys?)

(Lord knows. It's obvious this is the resolution, or repetition, of a dark drama he's seen but a piece of, and that morbidly. All he can do is suggest cleansing and comfort. The body does effect the mind...)

Well, the worst's over. You're in Fayren, correct? If so, the Amatsu Inn has hot springs to soak sorrows.

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I am. (She dabs at her cheek with a handkerchief, trying to stem the flow of blood.) You are very kind...even if you are rather impulsive.

(In this case, being impulsive probably saved her a lot of pain, so she needs to thank him.)

Ahehe, thank you...

[Acting faster; doing what he knew was right, even though it hurt, would've saved him far more pain in the long run when he'd been attacked by his own phantoms. He figured she could use the same speed. He doesn't encourage just anyone to start stabbing.]

Well, I'll let you enjoy your peace. Go under the Protection.

Oh! And be careful. As you might've guessed, you're not the only one so accosted.

[Qubine's giving a very serious look. Something about this seems all too familiar.]

What do you see?

What was left of my brother upon his death. (She is quiet and clearly disturbed.)

So it's happening again…

[He knows the feeling. But it's because he's been through it before that he knows how to deal with it…]

Again? This is common?

(Viserys throws his wine goblet at her and she flinches faintly.)

…Not exactly what I'd call "common," but it's happened more than once. I've also had several experiences with the fallen being reanimated in my own world.

[His face sours upon seeing her flinch. What is going on over there?]

(A male, singing and obviously drunk can be heard from another room. Daenerys looks sick and sad, clutching onto a knife.)

Can they be extinguished?

They can be. Destroy them by whatever means you can. It will be emotionally painful, so steel yourself for that.

[Given what she's told him before, he's certain that she's no stranger to that.]

I will see to it. (Because, in the end, even if he is just a vision, he does resemble her brother. She needs to put him out of his misery.)

I'll trust you with it then. If it were too much for you, I would do it myself.

No, he is my responsibility. (Even if it only looks like family.) Thank you, my lord. Take care of yourself. in case you should have a visit too.

All right. As long as it isn't Shayla, I should be fine…

[Well, even if it were, he'd still be fine. It'd just hurt a lot more…]

I will keep you in my thoughts. (She will be able to do more once she is rid of her little haunting.)

Don't be alone. Do you have someone you can stay with?

I can't ask anyone to be subjected to his rage.

So you’re going to ask them to watch you suffer alone instead?

[He pauses, having spoken with more bite than he intended to. The entire situation has Uai very frustrated and worried, which hasn’t been helped by seeing her eyes red and teary.

Sighing, he tries to mend his attitude:]

I think you should stay with someone, or visit them. You’re not the only one tormented. If not for your sake, then lend your strength to someone who can’t handle this alone.

I didn't mean for them to see. I just...

(She is at a loss and frightened in a way she hasn't felt in years.)

I should be able to face this by myself. (This being Viserys and all the baggage he brings.) After I rid myself of him, I would be glad to help another.

[She’s striking him as stubborn. Not something he dislikes, per say, but it’s worrisome in this moment. He doesn’t think it’s fair, or right, to leave her to deal with this alone. It’s clearly upsetting her.

Uai is also notoriously bad at saying what he means. Instead, he takes an indirect approach,]

Hm, well. I’m impatient. Help me now, and we’ll deal with “him” along the way. Or something.

(Being stubborn has kept her alive, but in this case, it's a trait she is using defensively. Her brother's ghoulish state is partially her fault in the first place.)

...are you trying to disagree with me diplomatically?

(She exhales and and gives a small smile.)

Will you come to me or should I bring him to you?

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