Request
WARNING: manipulation
+ some toxic relationship
(you know who)
DAENERYS TARGARYEN ;
She would be desperate to understand why, all soft touches and pitiful words as she'd try to coax the words out of you. She loved you immensely, and every inch of her would be hurting, wishing more than anything you'd soothe the sting away. However, if you remain adamant and stubborn, Daenerys won't fight for you. Sure, she wouldn't let you leave without explanation and a gentle attempt to dissuade you, but as Queen, Dany has to be above these 'petty disagreements' remaining cold and collected, even if her heart breaks on the inside.
"Why?" She pleaded, her voice but a whisper. You refused to look at her, and Daenerys took it as a sign of hope that you didn't truly want to leave her. "Issa jorrāelagon," she hummed, daring herself to take one step closer so she could rest her palm over the back of your head. Your lips wobbled at her affectionate name for you, but you gently turned your head so her hand would slide off.
Daenerys felt her chest cave in, though she kept still, slowly lowering her hand to her side as she turned her face to stone. It was as if with that one movement, Dany felt you drain all the warmth from her, not even her dragon blood enough to rekindle the dying embers in her. "Alright." She whispered. In the silence of the room, her words felt like screams, the flatness of her words was uncomfortable, and you felt beneath her.
"If this is what you want." You couldn't bear to look at her, see the cold edge in her eyes and the downturn of her lips. You didn't want to see how she'd stare at you now without a lover's affection. She was a Queen and had many people, better people vying for her attention. You would only slow her down and you knew you could never tell her because she'd never admit it. But still, to endure this detachment from the only person you could ever love, tore you to pieces. Daenerys turned from you, walking over to pour herself a glass of wine, clenching her hands to stop them from shaking. She wished she could tell you she loves you, beg you to stay and that you're all her heart wants, but you clearly don't feel the same, so all she says instead is, "if that is all, you may take your leave."
VISERYS TARGARYEN ;
Viserys couldn't fathom the idea of you not wanting to be with him anymore. He was a King, the future King of the Seven Kingdoms. He'd splutter out his confusions, brows raised to the sky as he'd look at you in disbelief. How could you, a simple, common dothraki girl refuse him? The anger would come after. Viserys would rage and howl, cursing you and spitting filth, his blackened heart shrinking in on itself, hissing vitriol from his mouth as his hurt fuelled him.
He hadn't torn his eyes away from you since you initially told him you were done. Viserys' mouth was hung open, gaping at you, visible confusion and incredulity bare on his face. You continued to talk softly, not wanting to anger him further, forcing your hands to remain still in your lap to portray your resolve. He made a soft huffing sound, his tongue swiping his lips and he shook his head. Something twitches inside him, a soft tug at first, pulling the words from his lips to his stomach, a sudden sinking feeling that had his heart in his chest trembling.
He hadn't felt like this since he sold his mother's crown. The urgent fluttering in his chest rattled him, like the frantic heartbeat of a bird, stilling as it died. The second it stopped, all emotion left him, and Viserys let himself succumb to the darkness that consumed him. His eyes burned hot as he came upon you like a storm. "You dare!" He hissed, startling you from his venom. "You think you have the power to end things with me?"
