Silence reigned in the courtyard as everyone stared at me holding a hammer half my size.

I guess I understand why some of the lords loved having people looking at them in awe. It's almost intoxicating, the feeling of having that much power.

I quickly put a stop to those thoughts, relatively easily as all I had to do was think of how that power had already corrupted my father, along with the incest.

The silence was abruptly shattered by laughter, as Rhaegar laughed.

All these people in the courtyard and only Rhaegar laughed at my hilarious joke? My talents are wasted on these people.

"I guess it does little brother. No one is as mighty or strong as you." Rhaegar stated jokingly.

"I thought so." I replied haughtily, or as haughtily as I could, but being two most of my more nuanced expressions didn't come across the way that I intended.

It seemed that mine and Rhaegar's casual exchange had broke many in the courtyard out of their stupefied positions, with them beginning to murmur to one and other as if we were unable to hear them.

I heard the clanking of armour behind me. "I told you it was a birthday present for me Ser Ozzy." I said turning and smiling up at the knight.

"You were right My Prince." Ser Oswell replied still looking shocked and unsure of how to react.

"Would you like to hold it Ozzy?"

The knight looked conflicted on what to answer. I could see his eyes darting back and forth between me and Mjolnir, desperately wanting to say yes, but also warring with his duty.

Eventually his curiosity won, and he nodded.

Despite knowing what was going to happen I was not disappointed when Oswell reached out as I let go and promptly got dragged off balance and to the floor.

Rhaegar barely held in his laughter, letting out a snort, but I had no problem laughing whole heartedly.

"Amazing." Rhaegar murmured under his breath.

"Very funny Your Grace." A grumpy but still amazed Oswell said.

"Sorry Ozzy but it was too good a chance." I responded, still giggling a little.

Seeing one of the Kingsguard be dragged to the ground so unceremoniously had the whispers in the courtyard only increasing in volume. I knew there would be plenty of questions to answer and even more attention on me once word of this spread, which wouldn't take long. I wouldn't be surprised if Tywin had already heard and was on his way here.

I guess I have to try and have as much fun before that happens.

"Rhaegar do you wanna try holding it?" I asked innocently.

Rhaegar just laughed and ruffled my hair, "I will pass on that Viserys, I've got my new trousers and I would hate to get them dirty."

"Damn." I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try.

The few weeks following the day Mjolnir arrived were hectic to say the least.

I'd been unsure as to how Aerys would react, whether he'd ask for me to be burned for being able to do something he couldn't or take a greater interest in me. Neither of which were exciting prospects.

Fortunately, neither happened. Or it was kind of a mixture of the two. His eyes had lit up at first, seeing me as a weapon or confirmation of Targaryen superiority no doubt, but he had soon also become fearful after a certain incident when I'd called Mjolnir to me and it had come flying through the air. I had only just got Mjolnir and I wasn't gonna be parted from it for long, I now understand why Thor was so attached to it.

I guess him seeing that much power in what he saw as a two year old was a terrifying prospect, which would actually be one of the most sane thoughts that he'd ever had, if I were a regular two year old. So, in the end it worked out in the best possible way, with Aerys giving me less attention, while giving me more clout and power.

It's always nice when things turn out well.

Other people were uncertain on what it meant and how to act around me. Especially when I was almost always carrying Mjolnir around with me, nothing like seeing the look of utter confusion in people's eyes when they see a child carrying a hammer half their size around with them.

My mum had at first not wanted me anywhere near Mjolnir, but when I'd shown that I would just call it to me, the easiest of its powers that I was able to utilise so far, and would if I were separated from it she'd given up.

Rhaegar seemed to be the only one who was still acting normal around me, even Barry had been acting slightly different, not that I blamed him. Rhaegar was superstitious with all the faith he had in prophecies. I don't know whether he had found a prophecy about this happening, or if he'd just put together that it had landed on my birthday, I will never refer to it as a name day. Either way he was still treating me like he always had, which was a relief.

The Faith seemed to have got it in their head's that I was blessed by the Seven with Mjolnir having been a gift from the Warrior and Smith, no doubt rumours that had only been enhanced by the King, he could have his more intelligent moments still, for which I wasn't ungrateful as it helped to boost my reputation in the eyes of the more religious lords of Westeros.

Lord Steffon and his wife had left Kingslanding several days ago to go and search for a wife for Rhaegar. I'd like to be able to save them from their fate, but I hadn't learnt how to do much with Mjolnir yet, so far, the only special thing I could do was summon it and that was mostly just instinctive. I didn't get a chance to practice with my new toy, surprising that the people here weren't too keen to let a two year old play around loads with a weapon half their size, so I hadn't been able to test what I could and couldn't do with it.

I was still waiting for one of the biggest players of the coming times to show up. I couldn't remember exactly when Varys was meant to arrive in Westeros, but I knew it was meant to be sometime soon. I wanted to cultivate a good relationship with him, as if I ended up having to flee, he would be a valuable ally to have, as I knew he would still be around by the time I'd grown up. There was however the whole matter of his fear of magic and how he'd react to me and my WMD. Whether he'd see it as magic and hate me or if I'd be able to do something to endear myself to him.

Well that's a problem for the future. Right now, I had more pressing matters to deal with. Like the fact that I was completely lost in the secret tunnels of Maegor's Holdfast. Not an ideal situation.

I probably should have marked the route I'd taken with something, but I'd been so excited after finally finding a passage in my room after weeks of searching that I didn't think to do any of that. I thought I'd be able to remember my way back, but I was wrong. I thought I'd remembered all the turns I took, but the darkness meant I must've made a mistake at some point.

Trying to learn these tunnels was going to be a difficult task. I'd need some torches for future endeavours through these tunnels, but it wasn't exactly easy for me to get access to those without saying why I needed them, which would not end well. But first I had to find my way out or else I won't get another chance to explore again.

The lack of light and knowing that I was stuck between immovable walls had started to make me feel a little claustrophobic.

"It's ok. I got this; I can find my way out, just gotta follow my gut. It's never let me down before." With that said I began to march purposefully forward, trying to suppress the panic that was rising in me.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably about five minutes, I saw a faint light ahead of me. That meant I must still be inside somewhere, as it was the middle of the night, which was the only time I had any privacy. I still had to get back soon as whoever was guarding my door for the night had to check that I was still there every hour, and I'd already been gone for about 45 minutes.

Continuing forward I saw the light was coming from a slight crack in the wall. Feeling around I found a slightly protruding brick in the wall and pushed it. Thankfully, the wall didn't just swing open, and I could slowly push it open and look around. Luckily, there was no one around so I fully pushed to wall open and stepped out, closing the wall as quietly as I could. Looking at where I'd just come through, I saw that it was hidden behind a portrait of Visenya and Maegor, a portrait that I knew very well as it was very near my room. My luck seemed to be turning around. I wasn't sure how I had managed to end up so close to my room after all that walking, but I wasn't going to risk going through the tunnels and try and get back to my room, no matter how close it supposedly was.

Sneaking my way towards my room I didn't come across anyone, not that I was expecting to this late at night, but I was still glad. Reaching the final corner before my destination, I peeked around the corner.

"Shit!"

I knew one of the Kingsguard was guarding my room, but it was just my luck that it had to be Ser Dickhead, sorry Jonothor. Actually, never mind, Ser Dickhead is a far more apt name for him.

Now the question was how to get passed him and into my room without him noticing me. Had it been almost any of the others then I would have most likely been able to get in even with them seeing me and there wouldn't have been a huge deal about it, but it wasn't so I couldn't let him see me.

Luckily for me, Ser Dickhead's lack of care for me meant that while he was married to duty when it came to Aerys, that didn't hold true for the rest of the family. Thinking quickly, I picked up a loose stone from the ground and channelling all the old basketball skills I'd had in my past life, arced the stone up over his head and into the wall at the other end of the corridor.

Turning quickly, the false knight began to make his way towards whatever had made the disturbance, hand grasping onto the unadorned hilt of his sword. Seeing my chance, I quickly made my way to the door, opening it and shutting it as quietly as possible. I dove under my covers as I heard the volume of footsteps increasing before the door was thrown open. If I'd actually been asleep then I'm sure that I would have woken up, as it was, I just lay there with my eyes shut and trying the not breathe too heavily. It seemed to last for an eternity as the Kingsguard just stood there, the blood rushing in my ears as loud as thunder and the air desperate to escape my lungs. Just when I didn't think I could hold it in anymore, he huffed and left the room.

Hearing the door shut I released the breath I'd been holding and tried to inhale as much oxygen as possible. The combination of fear and the sprint had left me gasping for air. As soon as I got my breathing under control though I smiled. I'd found a secret tunnel right in my room, as well as another entrance nearby and managed to be sneaky enough to get passed a Kingsguard. I was going to have some fun very very soon.

It had happened just as it had before. The ship went down in a storm in Shipbreaker Bay, taking Lord Steffon and Lady Cassana with it. I wished that I had been able to do something to prevent their deaths or stop the ship from sinking, but despite the potential powers I could gain with Mjolnir, I had yet to master most of them, let alone flight.

While I was sad to hear about it, it didn't affect me too badly as I knew it would happen and I didn't have much of a relationship to either of them. However, it had clearly upset my mother a great deal, leaving her sombre and depressed most of the time we spent together. Even my incredible wit was unable to alleviate the sadness for too long.

More worryingly, the death of Steffon had made Aerys even more paranoid than before. There were even some whispers that he had tried to blame Tywin for the death of Steffon. While Tywin was powerful there was only one person in the castle that potentially had the power to create a storm, and it wasn't him.

Speaking of which, I'd progressed slightly in terms of the abilities I was able to utilise. I didn't have a lot of time to practice as I was almost exclusively limited to training late at night, and I couldn't get too much done as I needed my sleep. Don't judge me, I have the body of a toddler, I need sleep to develop properly or something, it's not just because sleeping is one of my favourite things to do. Anyway, back on topic, I've managed to be able to produce a tiny amount of lightning that sparked across the head of Mjolnir, but I haven't been able to find a way to direct it yet. I quickly realised that I wouldn't be able to fly for a while, as in order to fly I needed to swing it around quickly from the strap on the handle, and considering that Mjolnir was half my height, you can see where the problem is. I'd have to grow a bit more before I could even begin to think of flying.

I also noticed that when I held Mjolnir, I felt a bit stronger and faster, nothing ridiculous, but a definite increase, as well as seeming to help injuries heal more quickly. I didn't know if that would be more helpful for more severe injuries, as it had only been tested on a small cut on my knee, but that was still something.

Said hammer was currently in my hand as I walked with towards to library. Rhaegar was coming with me, along with Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan following behind. I'd been successful in convincing my father to allow Barristan to consistently be the Kingsguard assigned to me. I'd been less successful in convincing said Kingsguard to teach me how to fight, to my annoyance, but I'm sure that I'll get through to him eventually.

"So, what are you looking to read today Viserys?" The question snapped me out of my thoughts, as I looked up at my brother.

"I going to read about the Fifth Ghiscari War." I'd already finished reading what I could find on the previous four, while there wasn't as much as I would have liked thanks to the Doom, there was still more information than what had been written about in my old world.

"The previous four weren't good enough for you?" Rhaegar smirked.

"They were fine, but I thought the third was a little boring." I replied drily. Barristan and Arthur chuckled behind me.

"I personally always found the second to be the most dull." A new effeminate voice said.

Turning to regard the new arrival, the only word I could use to describe them was soft. Even from here I could smell the powerful perfume on them. I could see why people would dismiss Varys as a threat. He'd arrived a few days ago on an invitation from my father following the death of Steffon.

"Really? I thought that the Sarnori brought an extra dimension to the war." I replied without missing a beat.

Varys simply raised his eyebrows before giggling, "I see the tales of your intelligence were not unfounded Your Grace." Well that seemed like a good start in terms of building a rapport.

"Well we must be off Lord Varys." Rhaegar said abruptly, putting a hand on my back and gently pushing me forward. Turning my head, I saw that both Arthur and Barristan had their hands hovering over the grips of their swords. Apparently, I'd been the only one in our group to not feel the tenseness of the encounter. Clearly none of them trusted the Spider, definitely a smart decision.

"Of course, Your Grace." Varys bowed slightly at Rhaegar, "Your Grace." He repeated to me with a sly smile before leaving. Now that came across as a bit creepy.

"Come on Viserys, let's go." Rhaegar continued to direct me forward, both Kingsguard following close behind. It took a couple of minutes before the strained atmosphere became too much for me.

"I don't think that anyone is meant to smell like that." I declared. Not the greatest joke I'd ever made, but I guess hearing a toddler say it was enough to bring some levity to the group as Arthur and Barristan laughed lightly while Rhaegar smiled down at me.

While there was no more conversation for the rest of the way, the silence was comfortable. Now how was I going to be able to gain Varys' support if my brother and Kingsguard didn't want me around him. Eh, that was a problem for future me, that idiot can deal with it.

The throne room was packed. The King had an important announcement to make and every person of importance that was in King's Landing was present. I had a guess as to what the announcement would be based on the timeline, but unfortunately no one had spoken about it in my presence, so I wasn't one hundred percent certain.

279AC had just begun and this was the first time that my father would be addressing his subjects this year. The talking in the hall silenced swiftly as the doors opened. In walked the King with his Kingsguard following like a group of wraiths. They truly looked like the killing machines they were like this, with their white cloaks billowing behind them and the white enamelled scales of their armour making for an awe-inspiring sight. If only the person they were following gave off the same effect.

Every time I saw Aerys, he looked worse than before. I guess that's what happens when his hair and nails are never cut, and he bathes so irregularly. He passed me, Rhaegar and our mother as he ascended the final step hurriedly to the Iron Throne, as if being too close to the people in the hall was too dangerous. He sat himself down gently with the Kingsguard moving around to their respective defensive positions.

"Silence!" Aerys screamed, despite the silence already engulfing the hall. Nodding as if his mindless shout had done something other than display his madness to the audience more clearly, he continued, "The effort to find my son a true valyrian bride has failed." Everyone turned to look at Rhaegar who continued to look stoically forward. "As a result, my son will have to settle for the most eligible lady left of age in Westeros." Almost sneering as he said the sentence. While the honour of being married into the royal family was great, I hoped that there were no Martells here as they would take Aerys' statement as the slight that it was.

Whispers began to spread through the hall as people wondered who the lucky lady would be, names flying thick and fast as the volume in the hall began to rise.

"Silence!" The commanding voice of Ser Gerold Hightower was in stark contrast to Aerys pitiful attempt only moments before, demanding a hush to fall over the crowd. Aerys however, had flinched at the shout of his Lord Commander, and had cut his hand on the throne, not that anyone acted as if they had seen.

"The only possible woman left in all of the kingdoms," he looked towards Tywin and smirked at him as he said this, the insult clear, though Tywin continued to look forward as if he hadn't noticed, "is Elia Martell." The noise in the hall instantly rose. Aerys seemed fine to let this be for a while as he let them speak until it quietened down. "They will be married at the start of the next year here in King's Landing." With that said, Aerys stood and swiftly made his way out of the hall with his Kingsguard following behind.

About ten minutes later, Rhaegar, our mother and I were sat in Rhaella's solar. I was sure that Rhaegar already knew what was going to be said today, but for it to be finalised by being told to the realm was completely different. He hadn't said much since we had left the hall, but that wasn't unusual for Rhaegar.

"Are you okay Rhaegar?" I asked. He turned to me.

"I'm not upset if that is what you're asking. I've met Elia and she's a lovely girl."

"Then I'm sure it will be ok." I replied.

He looked down and sighed, "I hope you're right."

Rhaella moved to Rhaegar and pulled him into a tight hug. "What are you worried about?" She asked.

"I'm not worried for myself mother, I'm worried for Elia. You know what this Father is like and Elia is a sweet girl. I'm worried how she will be treated by him."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Elia is stronger than you think and will be able to look after herself, she grew up in Dorne after all. They were the only ones able to stop the dragons, I doubt they let anyone there be weak." I chimed in.

Rhaegar released our mother and smiled at me. "I'm sure you're right Viserys, I need to focus on the positives of this."

"If only you'd have that outlook on the rest of your life." I deadpanned, trying to lighten the situation.

If the smiles I got from my family were anything to go on, then I accomplished my goal.

One month, or moon as the morons here insisted on saying, had passed since the betrothal had been announced. Rhaegar and I were waiting at the docks to welcome his future wife, along with Ser Gerold, Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur. Ser Gerold being assigned to me was a surprise, as he was almost always with the King, however this was my first time leaving the Red Keep and so I guess my safety was paramount, wow I sound egotistical, so I the Lord Commander had joined us.

Ser Arthur's sister, Ashara, would be coming as a lady in waiting with Elia so it made sense for him to be with us, not only because Rhaegar was here. Jon Connington had also deigned to bless us with his presence for some unknown reason. Probably to try and assert his dominance over Elia and mark Rhaegar as his territory. An endeavour that would never be successful, but it was fun watching him act like he had a chance.

I'd reluctantly left Mjolnir in my room at the request of Rhaegar, as he didn't want the first impression that I made on my future sister in law to be that I was a crazy hammer wielding toddler. Disappointing I know, but I decided to indulge him. I didn't know who else would be part of the Dornish party. I was hoping that Oberyn would come as I would like to meet the infamous Red Viper, he'd just finished his temporary exile and so there was a chance he would come, especially if he cared for his sister as much as he showed in canon.

The gangplank lowered from the ship to dock below. The first thought I had as I saw Elia begin to descend was how could anyone ever consider this woman plain and weak? Sure, she was slender, but she held herself with a strength that came from overcoming a great struggle, and her black eyes seemed to take in all the light around them, drawing all attention to them. Once she reached the bottom of the gangplank, with some men and ladies following behind, she lowered herself into a curtsy. "Your Grace." She said to Rhaegar before saying the same to me.

"Princess Elia." Rhaegar replied with a bow, with me only responding with a bow, letting Rhaegar do the talking. "Welcome to King's Landing, I hope it is to your liking."

I couldn't help it, I make jokes, it's what I do, especially when I shouldn't. "I doubt the smell is."

I could feel the disapproving stares on my back that I was getting from both Ser Gerold and Lord Connington, but the tinkling laughter that I got in return from Elia, along with the chuckles of some others in the Dornish contingent, assured me that I made the right decision and that I was going to enjoy Elia's presence.

"No, but I'm sure that I can get used to it, after all I've endured my brother for so many years." She retorted. I could see one of the men just behind her hold his chest as if in mock pain, identifying himself as Oberyn. But I was more focused on the fact that I was pretty sure that Elia and I would get on famously.