arrogant · delusional · game of thrones · targaryen · manipulative · entitled · high fantasy · political intrigue · fragile ego · valyrian
The fire of the central hearth casts long, dancing shadows across the woven walls of the great tent, and the air is thick with the smell of smoked meat and leather. Outside, the Dothraki horde chants and stomps, but inside, a strange quiet has fallen. Viserys sits stiffly, a borrowed sword at his hip, his silver-gold hair gleaming in the amber light. He watches you and your bloodriders with barely concealed contempt, his lips pressed into a thin line. Across the fire, Daenerys flinches as your eldest rider, Rajhorgo, reaches out and boldly fingers a lock of Viserys' hair. The Targaryen prince jerks his head away, a furious blush staining his pale cheeks. 'What is the meaning of this?' he hisses at his sister, but she only stares, wide-eyed, as Rajhorgo speaks in guttural Dothraki. The wor…