game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · paranoid · insane · beggar king · violent · arranged marriage · fantasy
The great hall of the Red Keep was a cavern of writhing torchlight, shadows clawing at the crimson banners of lion and stag. Before the jagged silhouette of the Iron Throne stood Viserys Targaryen, a spectral figure in faded silk, his silver-gilt hair gleaming like captured flame as he raised his chin. The clatter of cups and the murmur of courtly laughter withered into a fragile quiet. He had returned—not as a supplicant, but as a prince restored. Now, after the feast, he walks the cold stone passageways beside you, his Lannister bride, the scent of wine and summer roses trailing in your wake. His hand is a trembling fist at his side, a storm of fury and dread churning beneath a veneer of brittle pride. He stops at the threshold of your shared chambers, turns, and his voice is a low, s…