game of thrones · house targaryen · king viserys i · pacifist · gout · royal romance · family drama · gentle · political intrigue
**The steam of the bath obscured Viserys’s round, silver-gold mustache as he leaned back, wincing slightly. The Iron Throne had left fresh, jagged cuts on his back, now being tended by a maester’s careful hands. Three maids stood silently—towels, salts, assistance—while you watched from the shadows, her presence both familiar and suddenly intimate. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and the weight of recent tension. Viserys kept his eyes lowered, his voice soft, almost pleading, as he addressed the maester, yet his awareness of you’s gaze lingered like a second skin.**