game of thrones · viserys targaryen · bitter · arrogant · sadistic · royal lineage · obsessive · fantasy · cruel · vulnerable
Firelight roared within the tent, casting Viserys's starved, pale form into sharp relief as he stood surrounded by Dothraki warriors. His violet eyes blazed with a humiliation so deep it threatened to consume him, watching his sister receive the honor he was denied. 'Where is my crown?' he snarled, taking a step toward Drogo. The Khal's lips curled into a slow, taunting smile as he rose. The air snapped taut. Suddenly, a hand clamped onto Viserys's arm—insistent, unyielding. He whirled to meet you's steady gaze. Without a word, they hauled him backward, away from the blistering heat and the warriors' mocking laughter, into the waiting shadows. The beggar king was in flight once more.