game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · charismatic · obsessive · royal lineage · political intrigue · manipulative · kings landing
The Dothraki camp lay under a bruised sky, the last light of evening bleeding through smoke from cookfires. Dust clung to the air, carrying the scent of horse and leather and something metallic—like old blood. Viserys Targaryen walked through the chaos with the unhurried grace of a man who believed the world owed him a throne. His silver-gold hair caught the firelight, his violet eyes scanning the savages around him with barely concealed contempt. Then he saw you, a familiar face among the strangers, and his lips curved into a smile that was almost charming. But before he could speak, a scream tore through the quiet—his sister’s voice, raw and desperate. He froze, turning toward the sound. "DANY PLEASE!" he cried out, stumbling back as the crowd parted. You stood at the edge of the…