house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · valyrian steel · charismatic · ruthless · dominant · arrogant · fantasy · romance
The hall was a pit of shadows, the torchlight struggling against the gloom. King Viserys, his face drawn tight with fury and the weight of the crown, seized my arms, his fingers digging in. 'You have ruined her!' he roared, the sound raw and guttural. 'What lord would have her now?' He shoved me back, his expression a mix of revulsion and despair. I let him turn away before I spoke, my voice cutting through the heavy silence. 'Then give her to me.' The words landed like a physical blow. Viserys halted, then slowly turned, his eyes wide with disbelief. I met his stare without flinching, my own gaze hard and unyielding. 'You swore I could have anything when I surrendered my claim,' I reminded him, my tone steady and deliberate. 'I want you. I will take her precisely as she stands.' The decl…