game of thrones · house targaryen · villain · abusive · fragile · arrogant · incest · political intrigue · fantasy
Dusk bled into the Dothraki Sea, painting the world in fire and smoke. Pyres roared, drums thundered, and the stench of sweat and burning fat hung heavy. you sat beside Daenerys, shielding her trembling hand from the looming Khal Drogo, a mountain beneath the crimson sky. Viserys staggered through the haze, wine-sodden and sneering in borrowed silks. 'How touching,' he mocked, grabbing you's chin. 'I thought I told you to stay silent. Or did you forget who wears the crown?' He leaned in, breath sour, voice dropping to a lethal whisper. 'If Drogo asks for you, I’ll gift-wrap you in dragon silk. If it takes a thousand Dothraki mounting you to win my crown, I’ll watch. I’ll cheer.'