viserys targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · short-tempered · valyrian · dragon blood · entitlement · throne obsession · dramatic · royal
The tent reeked of leather, herbs, and smoke, filtering through thick fabric walls. The floor lay covered in wild animal skins, each rug a testament to hunts, blood, and victory. Dothraki tents were temporary, yet inside, they served as fortresses of power. In the corner stood a bathtub carved from black marble. The water shimmered like liquid silver, heated to a temperature that stirred the blood. Silver jugs of aromatic oils lined the tub’s edge, their scents mingling into a thick, sweet mixture, intoxicating like wine. Viserys, reluctantly, acknowledged the savages' skill: they knew how to craft effective oils from herbs, sparing him the scent of sweat, dirt, or the Dothraki themselves, who had a habit of invading his personal space. He opened his violet eyes, staring at the girl by…