#got viserys

Viserys's eyes blazed with fury as he leaned in close to Y/n, his hot breath caressing her skin, “She refused to give the gold I requested...the gold that is rightfully mine!” his voice dropped to a growl, “And now this...this beast thinks he can dictate terms to me.” Viserys's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against Y/n's cheek, “I need your help, my love,” he whispered, his eyes burning with intensity

She pulled him to sit on the bed and she wrapped her arms around him kissing his tender skin as her hands slowly undressed him "You are my dragon, the last male of house Targaryen, the last man who is the blood of old Valyira. She may feel she has the power to deny you gold but you can deny her the world, you are the dragon. No horse lord husband of hers will ever command you, you are his king. And all of them shall bow to you and beg your forgiveness when you have the crown on your head" she cooed massaging his ego

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed as Y/n's touch ignited a fire within him, her words fueling his desire for power and revenge, “Mmmm...yes,” he moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she kissed his neck, her lips tracing the curve of his ear. “No one commands me,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “I am the last dragon, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms.” Viserys's hips bucked upwards, pressing himself against Y/n's hand as she stroked his skin, her touch sending sparks flying through his veins. “And soon,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, “soon I will claim what is mine.” Viserys's eyes snapped open, blazing with ambition and lust, as he looked down at Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest.

"of course you shall, you will claim what you are owed, and my dragon will sit on the throne he wants born for. Will you not? And your sister and her Dothraki husband will bow to you, fall on your mercy. And of course, you shall Gant their mercy as you are a wonderful and caring king. One day they will understand but that is not today." She explained as she guided him down to lay on the bed "but it will not be forgotten and it will not go unpunished once my dragon is king" she cooed as she mounted him, let him slip inside her and she began her gentle riding

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head as Y/n sank down onto him, her warm, wet heat enveloping him like a vice “Ahhh…” he groaned, his hands grasping for her waist as she rode him, her movements slow and deliberate. “Yes...yes... you're so tight,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. Viserys's hips lifted off the bed, meeting Y/n's downward motion with a thrust of his own, driving deeper into her slick folds. “My kingdom.”

"your kingdom, your throne, your crown, your men, your armies. My dragon" she cooed

Viserys's eyes flashed open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's as she rode him with increasing passion. “All of it... mine.” Viserys's hands tightened on Y/n's waist, pulling her down hard onto him as he drove upward, filling her. “Yes... yes... take it all,” he hissed, his teeth bared in a feral snarl.

She rode him slowly and passionately letting him work all his frustration out on her while she pleasured him "this." She smirked stroking his shaft before she slipped down it again "this is worth more than all things in the seven kingdoms, all gold she denies, all orders he commands. You my dragon are the blood of old valyira. Your seed is fire, dragon blood, your cock is worth more than anything they will ever know."

Viserys's eyes went wide, his pupils dilating as Y/n's words washed over him like a wave of liquid fire. “Ahh...yes…” he groaned, his body arching up off the bed as Y/n rode him with renewed ferocity. “You're right,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “This is worth everything.” Viserys's hands flew to Y/n's breasts, cupping them in his palms as he squeezed, feeling her nipples peak beneath his touch.

she softly moaned arching her back,

Viserys's mouth dropped open, his tongue darting out to lick the sweat-dampened skin of Y/n's chest. “Mmm…” he murmured, his lips tracing a path across her collarbone as he savored the taste of her. His hips snapped forward, driving deep into Y/n's warmth as he felt himself building towards release. “I'm going to come,” he warned, his voice low and husky. Viserys's hands slid down Y/n's sides, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down hard onto him. Viserys's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his gaze burning with intensity as he felt himself on the brink of climax “No,” he whispered, his voice a mere breath away from her ear. “Don't move.” Viserys's hands tightened on Y/n's hips, holding her still as he buried himself deep within her. He closed his eyes, focusing every ounce of energy on the sensation building inside him. And then, in a burst of flame and fury, Viserys erupted, spilling his seed into Y/n's waiting womb.

She cooed as he filled her to her brim, she stroked his bare chest comfortingly and shifted her hips just enough to let him ride out his orgasm "My dragon feels better now?"

Viserys's eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifting lazily back to Y/n's as he felt the aftershocks of his climax begin to subside. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice weak but satisfied. “He does indeed.” Viserys's hands relaxed their grip on Y/n's hips, his arms wrapping around her instead as he drew her close. For a moment, they simply lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of their breathing. “Perhaps...perhaps it is time I claimed my rightful place upon the Iron Throne.”

she nodded as she laid beside him in the bed snuggled in his arms "perhaps it is"

Viserys's arms tightened around Y/n, holding her close as he gazed out the window at the darkening sky. “We will conquer Westeros,” he whispered, his voice full of conviction. “And I will rule with fire and blood.” Viserys's eyes burned with a fierce inner light as he spoke, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of reclaiming the throne. But as he looked down at Y/n, he saw something else in her expression a hint of concern, perhaps, or doubt. “What troubles you?”

"nothing my dragon" she smiled clearly lieing to make him feel better

Viserys's face softened, his expression relaxing into a warm smile as he gazed at Y/n. “You're so beautiful when you lie to me,” he teased, his voice dripping with affection. Viserys leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear as he whispered “But I know you too well, my love. You can't fool me that easily.” He chuckled, the sound low and husky, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. “Now tell me the truth. What's really troubling you?”

"my dragon will have no use for me when he is king"

Viserys's smile faltered, his expression turning serious as he gazed at Y/n.

“What are you talking about? You're my queen, my partner, my everything.” He sat up, his eyes blazing with intensity as he took Y/n's face in his hands. “I don't need anyone else,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “You're the one who makes me whole, who completes me.”

"would you not need to marry a westeros lady? Spread your dragon seed Into as many high born ladies as possible? You will be king, all the women of westeros will beg for your seed and your bed. Why would you bother to keep a chubby lyseri whore like me?" She said sadly

Viserys's face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing with hurt as he heard Y/n's words. “You're my queen, my lover, my everything. You're the one who has given me strength, who has made me feel alive.” He stood up, towering over Y/n as he glared at her. And then, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, “You're right. I won't need you anymore once I'm king.” Viserys's eyes seemed to darken, his gaze burning with a fierce inner fire as he loomed over Y/n “But that doesn't mean I don’t want you,” He reached out, his hand closing around Y/n's hand “You'll come with me to King's Landing,” he cooed,

“And there, you'll serve me. You'll dance for me, sing for me, and spread your legs for me whenever I desire it. You'll learn to be the perfect queen, the perfect wife.” His lips brushed against hers, r.

she giggled "if you make me your queen you will not be able to marry any other ladies"

Viserys's eyes flashed with anger, but beneath the surface, a spark of excitement flickered to life. “But what if I didn't want to marry anyone else? What if I wanted to keep you all to myself?” His lips curled into a cruel smile as he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. “In that case,” he purred, “you'd be very lucky indeed.”

she nodded "very lucky my dragon" she cooed stroking his chest and kissing his lips

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing into her touch as he savored the sensation of her lips on his “Mmm,” he murmured, “yes...kiss me like that. Make me forget about the Iron Throne, about the war, about anything except you.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a passionate, desperate dance.

she happily kissed him back climbing back up onto his lap as they kissed, rubbing her folds against his half-hard cock "Would this make you forget my dragon?"

Viserys's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently as he broke away from the kiss “Oh, yes,” he whispered, “this would definitely make me forget. Nothing makes me forget like the feel of you, Y/n.” His fingers dipped lower, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs before coming to rest on the soft flesh between her legs. “I want to see you ride me again,” he growled, “to feel your heat surround me. To watch you come apart under my touch.”

she moaned throwing her head back as his fingers torment her, but she moved and sank down on him once more shifting her hips to ride him again

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head as she sank down on him, his cock throbbing with pleasure inside her warm, wet depths “Yes,” he hissed, “ride me like that. Take me deeper, harder.” His hands grasped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust upward, meeting her downward motion with a series of swift, powerful strokes. “Y/n,” he groaned, “you feel so good. So tight, so hot.” Viserys's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he quickened his pace. “I'm going to come already,” he warned, “and I want you with me. Come now, Y/n. Let go.” His mouth descended upon hers once more, their lips crashing together in a fierce, urgent kiss as he pistoned himself upward, driving deeper and deeper into her willing body. Suddenly, he felt it building the familiar rush of pressure, the tingling sensation that signaled the onset of orgasm. With a triumphant cry, Viserys exploded within her, his seed bursting forth in a torrent of release as he shuddered and convulsed under her.

As the last tremors of his climax faded, Viserys leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. His gaze drifted lazily over Y/n's features, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. “Fuck… you are too good at that,”

she nodded kissing his neck softly and lazily, often squeezing around his cock to keep him pleasured,

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through his chest as she squeezed around his still-hard cock. “Mmm,” he murmured, “keep doing that. It feels... amazing.”

"ummm" she nodded her hips slowly squirming, just enough to pleasure him keeping her movements slow and deep

Viserys's eyelids snapped open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's face as she rode him with slow, deliberate movements. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in time with the rhythm of her hips. “Oh, god,” he whispered, “you're killing me. Keep moving like that. I'm...I'm close again.” His fingers dug into the bed, his knuckles creaking with strain as he fought to hold on to control.

"yes my dragon" she cooed as she continues her slow and deep movements, riding him only to please him and nothing else

Viserys's eyes blazed with intensity, his pupils constricting as he gazed at Y/n with a mixture of desire and adoration. “My queen,” he breathed, “my love. Ride me like that forever. Make me yours.” His voice dropped to a whisper, his words barely audible as he spoke them into her ear. His fingers wrapped around her waist, pulling her down onto him with a gentle yet insistent pressure. “Squeeze me tighter,” he commanded, “suck me dry with that cute little cunt,”

she giggled as she continues her slow movements in-between her pussy clenching around him to milk his cock with squeezes "Forever, if my dragon demands it I shall never leave his cock" she cooed

Viserys's face contorted in a mix of ecstasy and frustration, his body arching off the bed as she clenched around him with each squeeze “Yes,” he hissed, “like that. My queen, you're...you're... killing me.” He bucked upward, driving himself deeper into her warmth as she continued to ride him with slow, deliberate movements. “I demand it,” he growled, “never leave my cock.”

"yes my king" she whispered in his ear

Viserys's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her down onto him with a fierce urgency “No,” he whispered, “don't nod, don't whisper. Say it loud, say it proud. Tell me you'll never leave my cock.” His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back as she continued to milk him with her slow, squeezing movements.

"I shall never leave your cock My king, your queen shall have you inside her every moment I promise" she cooed as she moved

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision blurring as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. “That's it,” he groaned, “that's it. You're mine now, forever and always. No one else will touch you, no one else will claim you.” His body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring as he prepared to unleash himself into her depths.

“Did you come all the way here to discuss my cock? or is there a different reason, my sweet sister?"

"viserys. I'm serious." She complained, "You can't really allow illrio to make this match for Dany. The Dothraki are cruel, their Karls take multiple wives, slaves, butchers and bastards to their women!"

Viserys rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bath, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling, "Oh, come on, do you really expect me to care about Dany? She's already a woman flowered, it's time she started fulfilling her duties as a woman."

"... And what of me? I am a woman flowered why did you not sell me?"

Viserys' gaze snapped back to her, his eyes searching her face in disbelief, a hint of anger in his voice as he answered. "You are my twin, my other half, my equal. I would never trade you away to some stinking barbarian."

"Dany is our baby sister. Is she not of your care too?" She said as she slowly stepped up the steps and into his bath with him, crawling over to sit in his lap her dress immediately soaking,

Viserys' breath hitches as his sister straddles him, his hands resting on her hips instinctively and pulling her closer to him in the bathtub. He looks up at her, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desire, as he speaks, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you, but that doesn't apply to Daenerys. She might be our sister, but she's still just a woman. Her role is to obey us and bear heirs."

"I am a woman," she whispered against his lips,

His eyes darkened with lust, and a low growl rumbled in his throat as she spoke. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, his hands sliding up underneath her wet gown to caress the bare skin of her back. "You are the exception."

"am I? I am older. I am ... Arguably more desirable. Dany is a child. And you sell her away, surely illrio has asked you as... The one with the cock. To make arrangements to send me away" she explained playing with running her fingers on his face and hair, as she shifts her hips on him

A sharp intake of breath escaped him as her hips moved against his, his grip on her waist tightening as he tries to keep himself from losing control. His eyes darkened even further, the desire burning inside him making it hard to think straight, the thought of losing her to a stranger, painful to imagine. "He suggested it, yes, but I refused. You're mine, always mine, I'd rather die than let another man have you."

"even if you got your army for me," she cooed moving her hips more knowing she can force his answers out of him

A low, primal moan slipped from his lips as her movements continued to drive him mad with desire, his own hips bucking against her involuntarily, his hands sliding down to her thighs, holding her in place. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his words coming out as a hoarse whisper. "I would burn every kingdom from Qarth to Asshai to the ground before letting another man touch you, to hell with my army."

"but she is sellable? Your own sister?"

His expression hardened, his lust momentarily forgotten as reminders of the current argument returned to his mind. He pulled back, looking at her with a mixture of anger and resignation. "She is. She is younger, more innocent, still pure. She can give me alliances and armies. What can I possibly gain from you?"

she glared and went to move off him

he caught her hips and slammed her down on his lap, the water of the tub sloshing around them. His grip was firm, not letting her move away from him. "Don't you dare. You came into my bathtub and straddled me, you're not going anywhere without me finishing what you started."

"you know what you would gain from me. An army, your crown. More allies in this world. You have two sisters both of which you can sell off and still be open to marry across the sea when you are king."

His hands on her hips held her firmly against him, forcing her to feel the hard length of him, his chest heaving as his breathing quickened. He moved his face closer to hers, their lips just barely touching as he spoke. "Why do you think I want an army or a crown when I have you, hmm? You're worth more to me than all the gold and armies in this world. I don't care about marriages or alliances, I just want you, only you, always and forever."

she turned her face away so he couldn't kiss her "This is cruel to her viserys."

His fingers dug into her waist, his voice coming out as a hoarse growl, frustration and desire mixing in his tone. "Why do you care so much about what happens to Dany? You're mine. You belong to me and I belong to you. She has to do her duty, even if it means offering her body and fertility to a barbarian. Why can't you just accept that?"

"... We ... Are not a possibility"

His grip on her tightened, his eyes narrowing as he watched her, a mixture of anger and hurt in his expression. "And why not? We're both Targaryen, I want you, you want me, we should be perfect together. So why can't we be a possibility?"

"we are siblings." She reminds

Viserys' jaw clenched, his breathing growing ragged. He knew she was right, but that didn't make it hurt any less. "I don't care. I don't care if it's a sin, if the Seven disapprove, if the Gods themselves send lightning to strike us down. All I know is that you drive me mad, that I want you, burn for you, need you more than anything in this world. And you cannot deny that you feel the same."

"targaryen wed brother to sister for thousands of years... But that time is over. No land would allow us to be as we wish."

His hands on her hips trembled as he struggled to hold himself back, his heart aching with frustration and unfulfilled desire. "Who cares what other lands allow, why should we care what the rest of the world thinks? We are Targaryens, dragonsblood coursing through our veins, we are above those pathetic mortals and their pitiful little rules. Why can't we just forget about the world and be together, you and me?"

she sighed and shifted her hips again "We aren't done discussing the matter"

He groaned as her hips moved against him again, his body responding to her unconsciously. He tried to focus on the conversation, but all he could think about was the fact she was on top of him, her body pressed against his, her breath on his face. He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "What further is there to discuss, my sweet sister?"

"when she is married, what will happen to us? She will be forced away with the dothraki as a breeding slave... And us? Are we to remain guests of illiro forever, worried always he is to sell us too?" She got faster

Viserys closed his eyes, fighting the wave of pleasure that washed over him as she picked up her pace, his hands on her hips now almost digging into her skin. His mind was struggling to focus, and he had to take another deep breath before responding, his voice coming out strained and hoarse. "No... I won't let that happen. I'm building an army, we will get our home back. I will be king, and you will be..." he trailed off, his breath catching in his throat as he let the fantasy play out in his mind. He stopped talking, his imagination conjuring up a vision of himself on the Iron Throne, with her sitting on a throne next to him. Him claiming her as his in front of the Seven Kingdoms and no one being able to protest their union. It was a tantalizing, seductive idea, one that made his heart hammer furiously in his chest, and the words spilled from his lips in a reverent whisper. "You will be my Queen."

"as tempting as that is. Where are we to live in the mean time? Here withilliro? With Dany and her horse lord slavers? Or go homeless while you build this army" she whispered against his lips as she moved her hands pulling her dress a little,

Her words broke into his fantasy, but the sight of her nearly naked body straddling him left him too distracted to think about the specifics of their situation. His hands roamed her body, roaming up her thighs, his fingers gripping her hips, his eyes drifting from her face to her chest. "We will stay here, for now. I need time to plan, to gather allies. We'll have to be patient, I'm afraid, my sweet sister."

"and If illrio betrays us?" She moved back down slowly gasping and softly moaning as she moved down his shaft,

Viserys gritted his teeth, his grasp on her tightening as he tried to focus on anything but the pleasure building within him. However, the sight of her sliding down his body, her breaths and noises adding fuel to the fire burning within him, made it near impossible to think straight. His voice came out as a hoarse whisper. "He won't. We need him, and he needs us. He knows that."

she grunted as she finally reached his hilt, "...does he?"

Viserys' breath hitched at the feel of her pressing against him, his eyes darkening with desire as his fingers dug into her hips, his head tipping back as he struggled to keep the last bit of his control. He spoke through gritted teeth, the words coming out as a primal growl. "He does. He better, otherwise he's a dead man."

"... The seven kingdoms will not be thrilled, of a set of twins as long and queen" she spoke as she nibbled his neck and began to ride

Viserys' head lolled back as she moved against him, his eyes closing as his body reacted to her touches and the feel of her mouth on his neck. He fought to keep his voice steady, his words coming out as a ragged whisper, his hands on her hips moving her faster against him, his own hips involuntarily bucking up to meet hers, his body on fire from the feel of her. "The Seven Kingdoms can go to hell, they have no say in what we do." His words dissolved into a deep growl, all sense and reason abandoned in the onslaught of pleasure and need. All he could think about was her, her body, her skin, her gasps and the way she rode him, driving him mad with desire. He moved his hands to her thighs, gripping them tightly, wanting to hold her in place and never let go. "I need you. Now."

she nodded and got faster riding at a decent pace the water moving around them

Viserys groaned deeply, the sound coming from deep within his chest. His hands on her thighs slid up to her hips, helping her move faster against him, his own body meeting hers with a need that bordered on primal. He tried to speak, but all coherent thought had left him, leaving only desire and need. "Gods, yes, keep going, don't stop." His lips found hers in a desperate, hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring and tasting her as his hands on her hips pulled her closer, desperate to feel more of her, his body pressed against hers. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he panted, the pleasure building and building, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "You're driving me insane, sweet sister."

her hand trailed Into his hair during the kiss, her hips moving on their own mindlessly searching for pleasure

He groaned as her hand threaded through his hair, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure down his spine, adding to the unbearable ecstasy building inside him. His tongue tangled with hers, his hands on her hips guiding her movements, his own body reacting to her, his hips meeting hers in a frantic, desperate rhythm. "So close... don't stop, don't stop, please..."

she screamed biting his shoulder as she reached her orgasm her body trembling and freezing up clenching around him,

He cursed under his breath as her body shuddered and clenched around him, the sensation of her climaxing driving him over the edge as well, his own release crashing through him in a wave of ecstasy. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, a guttural, primal moan escaping him as he held her tight, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. "Sweet sister... gods, you drive me mad with desire."

she gasped her head laying against his bare chest "We... We can't keep doing this..."

His hold on her hips loosened, his hands moving up to her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. His body was still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but her words sunk in, and he forced himself to be serious. "Why not? We both want it, we both need it."

"and what happens when my belly grows heavy?" She asked against his lips

His lips brushed against hers, his tongue darting out to taste her skin, his thoughts and feelings swirling within him. The mention of her belly rounding and growing was an image that caused his heart to clench in his chest, a mix of desire and tenderness stirring within him. "Then we will deal with it, together. And when your belly is heavy, I will worship you, my sweet sister, and I will kiss every inch of your body."

she chuckled "Would you sell our baby away for more army, as you do for Dany?"

He froze at her words, a stab of guilt and shame going through him at the thought, at the comparison. He held her tight, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to form a response. "No, never. Our child would never be sold or bartered, I swear it. I would sooner sell my own soul than let anything or anyone harm a hair on our child's head."

"but our sister?"

He sighed, his heart heavy with guilt and regret at the mention of Daenerys. The reality of their situation weighed heavily on him, and he knew he couldn't deny the truth. "I had no choice," he murmured, his voice laced with pain and regret. "I need alliances and armies to take back my throne. I cannot do it on my own. If it means selling her off, then so be it."

"then why not me?"

His eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched at her words. The thought of selling her off, of giving her away to another man, sent a surge of anger and possessiveness through him. "Because you're different," he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're mine, my sweet sister, and nobody else's. The mere thought of another man touching you, looking at you, claiming you... it drives me mad with rage." He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze with an intensity that spoke of the depth of his feelings for her. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and determination. "You're mine, sweet sister, and I'll burn the entire world to the ground before I let anyone take you from me. You're mine to worship, to cherish, to protect. You will never be sold or bartered like a piece of property. You will be my queen, by my side, and none will dare question our union."

She nodded and laid on his chest with a slight sigh

He held her close, his arms wrapped around her tight, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her bare back. He took a deep, steadying breath, the feel of her on his chest bringing him a strange sense of comfort and peace. He spoke quietly, his voice soft and vulnerable. "I mean it, sweet sister. You're the most important thing in this world to me. I'd give up my throne, my crown, everything, just to keep you by my side. I love you."

"I love you too, I just worry for her is all. I worry for all of us." She says

He nodded, his expression somber as he thought of their sister. The weight of responsibility and worry weighed heavily on his shoulders. "I know, sweet sister, and I share your worries. I wish there was an easier path for us, a way to take back the Iron Throne without selling Dany off like cattle. But I see no other way. I need an army, and alliances, and I need them now."

she nodded pulling him into a kiss

she nodded and moved to her knees taking his cock in her mouth without hesitation licking the seed from his cock after the previous orgasms inside her as well as her own jucies,

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as she sucked him with a ferocity that left him breathless. “Yes,” he hissed, “just like that. Deeper, harder, take it all. Don't stop, don't slow down.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping tight as she worked him over with her tongue and lips. His hips pumped upward, fucking her mouth with abandon as he chased the next orgasm. “I can feel it building,”

Viserys whispered, “a storm is coming, and I'm not just talking about the weather. The people are restless, hungry for power and revenge. They'll follow me, blindly loyal to the Targaryen name.” He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. “It's time to gather our allies, to forge alliances and make deals. We'll need the support of the Great Houses, their armies and resources if we're to succeed. But there's one thing holding us back…the question of who will sit upon the Iron Throne once we've reclaimed it.” Viserys's gaze locked onto hers, piercing and intense.

she nodded as she sucked and licked

Viserys's grip on her hair tightened, his body tensing as he approached the brink of orgasm. “Don't stop,” he growled, “keep sucking, keep licking. I want to feel it build, to feel myself spill over the edge.” He thrust deeper into her mouth, his cock pulsating with tension as he teetered on the precipice. And then, in a burst of release, he came, spilling his seed down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. Viserys collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent and exhausted.

Y/n swallowed it all but she didn't stop, moaning down his cock as she works

Viserys's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers as he felt a surge of renewed desire course through his veins “You're…you're killing me,” he gasped, “with those sounds, with that mouth. Keep going, Y/n, don't stop now. I want to feel it again, I want to come all over your face.” He reached down, his hands grasping her shoulders as he pulled her closer. “Suck harder,” he commanded, “suck it like your life depends on it.”

she sucked and licked as much as she could moaning down his cock,

It was then viserys saw why she was suddenly so vocal, as her hand was between her legs fingering herself and rubbing her clit letting her juices and his seed leak onto her hand as she pleasured herself. All while still sucking his cock.

Viserys's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the sight before him. “Oh, god,” he breathed, “you're…you're touching yourself. While sucking me? That's…that's filthy.” He felt a jolt of excitement run through him, his cock twitching in her mouth, Viserys's gaze remained fixed on her hand, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched her pleasure herself. “You're…so dirty,” he whispered, “and I love it. Come closer,” he commanded, “let me see you touch yourself while sucking my cock.”

she moved onto the bed still sucking his cock as her hand moved passionately desperate for her release

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as he felt himself slipping further into ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, “touch yourself like that. Show me how you get off. Make yourself come while sucking my cock.” His hips began to pump furiously, driving himself deeper into her mouth as he chased the rush of pleasure.

her sucking slowed as she moaned more and more but did her best between moans to keep her pace

Viserys's grip on the bedsheets tightened, his knuckles white as he strained towards release.

“No, no, no,” he groaned, “don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop sucking me. I'm close, I can feel it.” Suddenly, Viserys's entire body locked up, his muscles tensing as he came in a torrential flood. His seed shot down her throat, filling her mouth and making her gag. But she didn't pull away, instead continuing to suck him dry as if starving for every last drop.

Y/n moaned loudly sucking so hard he almost fainted as she hit her orgasm squirting down her hand

Viserys's vision blurred, his head spinning as he felt himself being drained of every last drop. “Y/n…oh god…” he whispered, “you're… you're killing me.”

she stopped her hand and slowly milked the last of his seed before she collapsed on the bed her pussy trembling from excitement

Viserys lay there, spent and exhausted, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he watched Y/n collapse beside him. For a moment, they just lay there, the only sound the heavy breathing of two people who had given themselves completely to their desires. Then, Viserys reached out and gently stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in its softness as he whispered, “You…are…amazing. I've never felt anything like that before.”

"did it please you my dragon?" She gasps

“it pleased me” His voice dropped to a growl, “I want more.” Viserys's hands closed around Y/n's wrists, holding them captive as he leaned in close “You know what would make it even better?”

“What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“If you were bound,” Viserys replied, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. He left the bed a moment to grab his belt, expertly knotting it around her wrists before pulling tight. “Now,” he said, his voice dripping with menace, “let's see how long you can hold out.” he grabbed her hair and pulled her to kneel across his lap, he spread her ass cheeks and thighs letting her drip down her legs, she let out a small squeal of excitement as he looks her pussy and ass over a few times before slapping her ass hard

"Ughh! My dragon!"

Viserys's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he spanked her again, the sound echoing through the air. “Oh, yes,” he purred, “my little dragoness likes a good spanking, don't you?” He ran his hands over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with gentle fingers.

“Yes my dragon!”

“And now,” he whispered, “it's time for something else.”

Viserys's fingers dipped between her legs, f

she moaned loudly as his fingers slipped inside her dripping pussy

Viserys's fingers moved in and out of her, pumping steadily as he leaned back on the bed, his eyes fixed intently on Y/n's face. She was so wet, so ready for him,and Viserys couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and ownership “My little dragoness is so eager for me,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He added another finger, stretching her wide as he pumped in and out of her. “Yes, just like that,” he encouraged, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. Viserys knew exactly what he wanted now,and nothing was going to stop him from getting it.

she moaned and screamed in pleasure as he so roughly fingered her, his fingers moving inside her pumping and stretching her making her squirt and squeal

Viserys's eyes blazed with excitement as he watched Y/n's reaction, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her “Squirt for me, my little dragoness,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. He felt a rush of power as she obeyed, her body releasing a flood of liquid as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. Viserys's own arousal spiked, his cock throbbing with need as he reached down and wrapped his hand around it, stroking himself slowly. “Not yet,” he whispered, his eyes locked on Y/n's face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

he slapped her ass a few times more making her red and sore before he lubbed up his hand with her squirt and used it to slip two fingers in her pussy, and two fingers in her ass

"Ahhh! Viserys!" She screamed as she immediately came squirting down his hand and screaming loudly as she clenched around his fingers and trembled desperately

Viserys's face twisted in a snarl of satisfaction as he felt her clench around his fingers, her body trembling with release. “Yes, my little dragoness,” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. “You're so responsive, so eager for me.” He worked his fingers deeper, feeling her muscles contract and release as she came down from her orgasm. Viserys's own arousal was almost unbearable now, his cock throbbing with need as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. “I want to see you come again,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

she whined but it was too late viserys found her gspot inside her pussy and all he had to do was rub on it with his fingers and she came screaming and squirting all over him,

Viserys's fingers danced across her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He felt her muscles tense and release as she came, her screams echoing through the air as she squirted all over him. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, as he rode the wave of her orgasm with his fingers. Each time she came, he felt her body tighten around them, milking him for more. “Faster,” he growled, his own arousal spiking as he felt her climax build once more. He quickened his pace, rubbing against that sweet spot until she shattered apart again, her body convulsing in ecstasy. And still he didn't stop, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy and ass, coaxing out another scream, another torrent of liquid. Viserys's fingers were a blur as he worked her over, his movements swift and precise. He could feel her body building towards another climax, her muscles tensing in anticipation. With a sudden burst of speed, he rubbed against that magic spot once more, sending her soaring into another orgasm.

This time, however, it was different. Her body seemed to shatter apart completely, her screams echoing off the walls of the tent as she came with a ferocity that it took him over his own edge his seed spurting out across her stomach,

As she lay there, spent and helpless, Viserys withdrew his fingers from her pussy and ass, leaving her gaping and vulnerable.

Viserys's chest heaved with exertion as he stood up, his fingers still slick with Y/n's juices. He towered over her, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity “fuck” he growled, his voice dripping with menace. “You are going to be the best queen ever.” he cooed laying down with her,

“Viserys…”

“Yes Y/n?”

“I love you, my dragon" she cooed

"I love you too my dragoness" he cooed leaning down to kiss her lips

she held his cheeks in her hands as they kissed, as sweet and tender kiss full of love until they pulled back

Meanwhile, Viserys, was to wed a princess from Lys, a wealthy and influential region known for its formidable ships and skilled sailors. This alliance was crucial for securing the funds and vessels required to traverse the treacherous waters of the Narrow Sea, paving the way for their eventual return to Westeros and the reclamation of their ancestral throne.

Illyrio had come to Viserys room and smiled widely, "If I may say, you look like a true Targaryen king." Illyrio complimented,

Viserys had been staring into the mirror admiring himself in his new red and black attire, turning and spinning to get a look at himself, “well I must say I do, I look every bit a king.” he said, straightening out his coat.

"Only missing a crown, your grace. Which I am sure we will collect in due time"

Viserys chuckled, Uindeed we will, my friend. the whole world will be in my palm, I'm sure of it.” Viserys and Illyrio finished up and began to make their way to the garden, “This princess I'm to marry, who is she?” Viserys inquired as they walked.

"The princess Alena, daughter of the richest prince in Lys." Illyrio answered,

“Rich is good, how many ships does her father have?” he inquired, curious about the wealth of this princess in question.

"Four hundred." Illyrio nodded, "mostly used to trade, and rentals to other captains."

“that many ships would be more than enough for my army,” he said, a smirk growing on his lips. “and his loyalty to my cause?”

"He had always supported the Targaryen rule, your grace. And I am sure he is thrilled and honoured to know his daughter will give you your heirs."

“I will sire many heirs,” he said with a smirk, “but how beautiful is this princess I'm to wed?”

"Tales of her beauty are told across Essos. A man once climbed the walls of their palace and crawled through a mossy fish pound for a mere look upon her." Illyrio explained, "But why should I tell you? When you may have the delight yourself." Illyrio chuckled as he stopped in the gardens, his hand guiding down a path.

Viserys eyes found the canopied gazebo at the end of the path where the princess was waiting. He nodded and began to make his way down the path the sounds of the water and breeze through the pants grew louder before he stopped at the tented doorway, and stepped inside the gazebo, looking around it before his eyes fell on the princess. he couldn’t help but look at her from head to toe, his jaw nearly dropped, the princess was absolutely beautiful.

The princess reclined elegantly on one of the plush velvet seats, her delicate hands resting lightly on the back edge, while her legs were stretched out gracefully across the soft upholstery. She was barefoot, the smoothness of her Y/S/C skin contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric beneath her. Her hair, a stunning shade of Y/H, cascaded down her shoulders, catching the light and glimmering as if woven with threads of silver.

Her striking eyes, a vivid shade of valyrian purple, shone with an enchanting allure. Adorning her neck, wrists, and ears was a collection of exquisite jewellery crafted from silver, each piece accentuated with brilliant diamonds that sparkled like stars against her complexion.

The thin, flowing gown she wore was a deep shade of purple, its fabric clinging softly to her upper body while daringly revealing her form. The dress featured two high slits that elegantly rose up to her hips, allowing for a graceful display of her legs.

Viserys did his best to keep a straight face, but the princess’s beauty made it difficult. he wanted to stare at her for a good while, to admire how truly beautiful she was. but he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. the princess was practically naked, the dress she wore left nothing to the imagination, and Viserys loved it already.

“Pardon me, princess, but you are absolutely stunning,” he said, “your beauty is unparalleled.”

She brought a hand to her lips and giggled

“if it is not too bold of me to say so,” he said, approaching the princess, “I don’t think I have ever laid eyes on a more beautiful woman.”

She smiled and slid from her seat, standing before him. Her hips cocked to one side. And hands at her bare stomach. "My dragon Prince." She bowed

“Princess,” he said, reaching out to take her hand, bringing her fingers up to his lips to place a kiss upon them. “please, you needn’t bow to me.” he let his eyes roam her body, from her smooth legs to soft stomach, and finally to the cleavage of her breasts, which the cleavage of her dress so perfectly accentuated. if he had more time to admire her body, he definitely would have. she was so beautiful that it left him speechless. this would be the woman he would marry, the woman who would bear his children. he could get used to this. his other hand found her hip involuntarily subconsciously desperate to pull her closer,

“I find myself speechless at your beauty, princess,” he murmured, his hand beginning to run down her hip and smooth leg. his eyes never leaving her flawless figure.

she giggled once more. "Dragon has spark." She smiled snapping her teeth at his nose. Her voice had a strong Lys accent and she was slow when speaking in common given it wasn’t her mother tongue.

Viserys chuckled at her attempt, finding it quite endearing. “careful, princess,” he said, taking her other hip in his hand as well, holding her firmly as he took a single step closer to her. Their bodies almost touching now “You know how dangerous we dragons are.”

She giggled, "Dragon likes me?"

“Karl Drogo says there is a place for you… Back there.”

Viserys shook his head like a petulant child, “That is no place for a king!”

“You. Are. No. King.” Drogo spat back

Viserys drew his sword pointing it at anyone near him,

“Viserys Please,” Danerys spoke up,

“There she is…” He chuckled turning his attention and sword to her,

“Put the sword down. They’ll kill us all.” Jorah reminded,

“They can’t kill us,” Viserys chuckled as he walked, “They can’t shed blood in their sacret city.” He smirked, “But I can.” He said pushing his sister to her seat with his blade, “I want what I came for, I want the crown he promised me. He bought you but he never paid for you. Tell him I want what we bargained for or I’m taking you back… he can keep the baby. I’ll cut it out and leave it for him.”

Karl Drogo answered once more,

“What’s he saying?”

“He says yes.” She answered “He says you shall have a golden crown. That men will tremble to behold.”

“Oh… well… good I… that's all I wanted, what was promised.” Viserys nodded with a drunken chuckle,

Drogo rose to his feet and comforted Dany, cradling their baby in her womb, the two shared a look of a deeper understanding but before he moved away she thought of all he had done for her, in the days before Illrio how he could have sold her away to a pleasure house, could have left her to die, and yet he didn’t. She squeezed his hand with a small plead in her eyes, the last inch of mercy she would give her brother.

Drogo merely looked to his men and they grabbed Viserys by both arms and dragged him away,

“Let go of me! Get off me! I am the dragon!”

They forced him down to his knees,

He screamed out in rage but it cooled,

As Drogo selected a gleaming gold necklace from the treasure trove, he strode over to the roaring flames of the fire and carefully placed the precious metal amidst the glowing coals. Viserys, growing increasingly desperate, frantically flipped out and implored his sister for clemency.

But she ignored him,

“Dany Please!” He begged,

Drogo used a pair of metal tongs to pick up the necklace, its gold glowing and smoking from the heat. As he approached, Viserys squirmed in desperation to escape, but Drogo's men held him firmly in place. “A Crown for A King.”

Without warning Drogo dropped the necklace down,

The hot gold meeting Visery’s head handing like a crown and setting fire to his hair, the heat melting his skin and fusing to it,

Viserys screamed as the gold links bound in a tight meld of metal and skin, he was convinced this was how he died but the Dothraki men poured a bucket of horse piss over him cooling the gold enough that the meer heat and burns wouldn’t kill him.

Dorgo made an order but viserys was too lost to listen as the men dragged him away.

At dawn, he found himself among the horses, left to die there in the muck. But to his surprise, the men came back for him.

They dragged him to the centre of camp where all the horse lords, and Drogo and Dany had gathered. They seemed surprised he was even alive.

Viserys had no strength even to hold himself up let alone to fight when Drogo gave orders. the men cut and ripped Visery’s clothes leaving him naked in view of everyone, Then bound Visery’s hands in front of his stomach, they forced him up to mount the horse bareback, tied a rope around his ankles and under the horse leaving him unable to get down even if he wanted to, another Dothraki took the reins of Visery’s horse as the hoard began to roll out forcing the horse forward.

Viserys was numb with pain, his head throbbed with pain his head still burning from the gold melded with his head, his lips chapped and desperate for water, his skin dry and burning in the hot sun, his stomach sunken and nauseous, his balls numb from the bareback on the horse, his legs cramping, everything so sore, tender and painful. He struggled even keeping himself up but he knew if he was to fall they would simply leave him to die in the mud.

The Dothraki forced him to ride for hours from dawn to dusk.

Once the sun set the Dothraki set up camp for the evening and left Viserys on his horse without so much as a cup of water or a moment of rest.

Viserys was convinced he would fall at some point in the night, and he would die in the dirt without anyone even thinking twice,

“Here,” A voice whispered, “Drink,”

Viserys opened his eyes and saw a water flask by his lips, and without a word, he latched his chapped lips around the flask and gulped down the water desperately, the cool water soothing his body even just slightly, once he had suckled every last drop it was taken from his lips and he gasped, “T-Thank you- Thank you.”

“It’s okay, Here, it’s not much but it should help,” she whispered helping to lift his body enough to slip some folded blankets between him and the horse,

It didn’t do much but even just the slight padding did wonders for his body’s pain,

“Thank you… thank you,” he said almost crying,

“There’s not much I can do for you tonight, we’ll start travelling once more in the morning.”

“No… no please I can’t take any more…” he begged,

“I’ll bring you more water and some food before dawn, I promise I will help you.”

“Thank you,” He nodded,

She moved away and went to disappear into the night,

“Wait… your name? Please.”

“Y/n.” She answered before she vanished into the darkness of camp,

“Y/n…. y/n…” He gasped doing all he could to remember her name, and her did.

Viserys stood in the narrow alley, doing his utmost to suppress the shivers that coursed through his body. The icy rain cascaded from the ominous clouds overhead, each drop stinging like tiny needles against his skin. Clutching his sisters tightly in his arms, he drew them as close as possible, trying to shield them from the relentless chill that threatened to seep into their bones.

He had nestled himself into the recesses of the alley, seeking refuge from the merciless downpour. The dampness clung heavily to the air, and each gust of wind would cruelly sweep over him, sending waves of icy rain cascading down his back and soaking his silvery Valyrian hair. He could feel the shivering forms of his sisters pressed against him, their small frames trembling not only from the cold but also from the underlying fear that shrouded them in this dark and desolate place.

Viserys gazed down at them, determination etched onto his face. Despite the biting cold and the gloomy evening, he resolved to keep them safe and warm, drawing all the warmth of his spirit into that small, protective bubble they formed together. The world beyond the alley felt distant and menacing, but in that moment, he was all they had, and he would not falter.

“Viserys? I’m hungry.” Dany begged looking up at him with tears in her violet eyes,

“I know Dany, It’ll be alright,” Viserys muttered the shivers in his voice,

Without warning, a window situated high above them creaked open, releasing a rush of icy, murky water that plummeted downward. The frigid liquid splashed forcefully against the weathered cobblestones, sending droplets shooting in all directions. As it cascaded down, the water drenched them completely, soaking their clothes and chilling them to the bone, while the foul stench wafted up to greet their senses.

“We- we can’t stay here Viserys,” Y/n muttered,

He nodded, tightening his grip around the girls as they cautiously stepped out of the shadowy alley and into the tempestuous streets. The relentless rain lashed at them, each droplet a cold reminder of the unforgiving weather, while the biting wind threatened to sweep Dany right out of Visery's arms. Their clothes quickly soaked through, the damp fabric clinging to their skin and sending chills deep into their very bones.

As they trudged through the downpour, the distant glow of flickering flames from nearby buildings cut through the enveloping darkness, casting whimsical bands of light that danced across the wet pavement. Despite the allure of the warmth those flames promised, the harsh elements around them made it clear that shelter from the storm was desperately needed. Each step forward was a struggle against the elements, but together they forged on, determined to find refuge amidst the chaos.

Visery’s legs trembled so badly that he fell to the stone,

“Viserys!” Y/n called using all her strength to try and help her bother to his feet, “We can’t go on like this, we’ll freeze to death if we’re out here any longer.”

“Where else will we go y/n?” His tone began angry but shifted to the whines of utter desperation,

“I don’t know… but there must be something,” She whimpers the two’s eyes meeting knowing what few options they had,

When Viserys got to his feet panic rushed through him, “Dany-”

“Dany!” Y/n gasped

Viserys and Y/n hurried through the snow-laden streets, their breath visible in the frosty air as they desperately searched for their younger sister. The cold nipped at their cheeks, but their hearts raced with concern. After what felt like an eternity, they finally spotted her a tiny figure on her tiptoes, peering with wide, curious eyes into the warm glow of a window. It was a scene filled with laughter and joy, the smell of roasted meats and sweet pastries wafting through the air.

“Dany! Don’t run off like that!” Viserys exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and exasperation. He swept her into a tight embrace, holding her close against the cold, ensuring she could feel the steady thump of his heart. Y/n quickly joined the hug, wrapping her arms around both siblings, and for a brief moment, they found solace in their warmth against the biting chill of winter.

“But Viserys… look at all that food!” Dany protested, her eyes sparkling with eagerness as she gazed back into the vibrant festivities taking place inside. The table was laden with an array of dishes, golden bread, succulent meats, and mouth-watering desserts. “Can we please ask them to share? Just a little? Pretty please?” Her voice held a desperate hope, and her small hands clasped together in a plea that made it hard to resist.

“Dany…” He trailed off,

“They won’t share with us Daenerys, come on. We need to get somewhere warmer.” Y/n told her petting her hair softly,

Viserys nodded and picked Dany up in his arms once more carrying her through the streets with Y/n at his side as they desperately looked for somewhere safe and warm.

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, they came upon a pillow house, its tattered sign swaying in the chill breeze. The air was thick with a smoky haze, and a man lingered at the entrance, his fingers deftly grasping a long, ornate pipe that curled with fragrant tendrils of smoke. They recognized him from past encounters his sharp gaze always seemed to linger on them just a moment too long, as if assessing their worth.

Despite the countless times he had approached them with his propositions, they had always managed to refuse him, their resolve unshaken. However, with each passing day, the grip of winter tightened, its icy fingers drawing closer. The biting cold weighed heavily on Viserys. The man's offers, once ignorable, now loomed larger in his mind, whispering promises of warmth and sustenance that became increasingly difficult to resist.

He saw their desperation and smirked, “Sell her-”

“No.” Viserys bit back before he could even finish, “Never.”

“Alright, One night. Fifty gold dragons for the little one.”

Viserys gritted his teeth looking down at Dany, “No.” He spat back,

“One hundred. Just for one night,”

“No! I won’t.”

“… Sixty for the taller one then,”

Viserys eyes met Y/n, they shared a look of utter hopelessness,

“It’s okay-” she began,

“No. Please… don’t do this.” He begged her,

“What other choice do we have?” she whimpered,

“Anything but this.” He told her before turning back to the man, “…One night, two hundred.”

“For her?”

“For me.”

“Viserys no!” Y/n pleaded,

Viserys pulled her closer and looked up bravely to the man, “Please.”

“Can’t do it.” He shook his head, “A silver-haired boy ain't worth much.”

“I am the blood of the dragon,”

“And as soon as a lady wants a Targaryen bastard I’ll come fetch ya.” He laughed, “Girls or hop it.”

“I’ll do it-” Y/n began,

“No!” Viserys told her, “I won’t let you, there has to be something else please.”

“…The crown.”

Both Viserys and Y/n’s blood ran cold at the word,

“No….” Viserys whimpers,

“Six hundred gold dragons,” the man offered,

“Six- Six hundred.” Viserys choked up,

“Viserys no,” she begged, but as they shared a look they knew they had no choice,

“Eight hundred.” Viserys offered,

“Sold.” The man nodded,

“O…Okay.” Viserys trembled, he could barely even move, he set Dany down and pulled the bag from his back, his hands trembled and his head ached as he pulled the crown from the bag,

“Mother’s crown.” Dany cooed,

“Eight Hundred Gold Dragons.” Viserys offered the crown,

The man nodded and fetched the money handing it to Viserys and taking their mother’s precious crown from them,

“Viserys…” Y/n whimpered as tears fell,

“Come on, we’ll find a bed for tonight.” He said,

Years later as another winter arrived,

Viserys reclined on the plush couch in Illirio’s House, a soft smile gracing his lips as the rain drummed rhythmically against the tall windows. The storm raged outside but the warmth of the crackling fire enveloped him, casting a cosy glow across the room. A thick, luxurious blanket was draped over his lap, providing additional comfort against the chill.

On the floor beside the hearth, Dany was immersed in her own world, her delicate fingers expertly manoeuvring a few colourful toys. Each movement was filled with youthful wonder as she crafted her own stories, the flickering flames reflecting in her wide, innocent eyes.

Meanwhile, Y/n his sister and wife lay nestled against Viserys, her head resting gently on his chest wrapped in mutual comfort and affection. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, grounding her in the moment.Viserys gazed down at her, his heart swelling with love, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.