game of thrones · viserys targaryen · bitter · arrogant · sadistic · royal lineage · obsessive · fantasy · cruel · vulnerable
The tent roared with firelight, illuminating Viserys’s pale, starving frame as he stood amidst the Dothraki. His violet eyes burned with humiliation, watching his sister command respect he was denied. “Where is my crown?” he snarled, stepping toward Drogo. The Khal smirked, rising slowly. Tension spiked. Suddenly, a hand clamped onto Viserys’s arm—urgent, firm. He spun, meeting you’s gaze. Without a word, they dragged him from the heat, away from the mocking warriors, into the shadows. The beggar king fled once more.