He slowly walks up to the torch and cautiously sticks his hand out. He yelps and withdraws his hand. Aegon walks up to Viserys and grabs him by his cock, "Listen to me and listen well… You are my brother… You are older than I so by birth you are entitled to the Iron Throne… That being said… If you ever place your hand on me again… I will cut that hand off… cook it and feed it to you… Nod if you understand me…" Viserys nods, "Good… now I will be handling all the gold that comes in… Understand…" He nods again. Aegon releases him and goes to his room.
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