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YOU SHOT UP in bed as the flaps to your tent burst open. Adrenaline constricted your heart as you were sure any intruder at this time of night meant you harm. The figure strode towards you so quickly you didn't have a moment to react before gripping your arm and pulling so violently you toppled out of bed.
"Help!" You cried, struggling to pull away from the icy grip on your forearm. He pulled again harder and you were finally able to make out his face.
"Stop struggling." Viserys hissed. You did pause your fight to stare at him in bewilderment.
"What are you doing?" You replied in an equally irritable tone. It was now that you'd paused that you were reminded of the chilly temperature of the night. So far the nights at the Dothraki camp had been scorching hot, but the season seemed to be taking a turn and the stifling heat had turned to a bitter chill that left you unable to sleep in the now too cool sheets and clothing you'd been provided. A shiver ran down your spine as you stood in front of Viserys utterly exposed to the elements in nothing but your loose nightwear.
"You're coming to bed with me," was his only reply as he tried again to tug you along with him. Irritation lit along your brow and you dug your heels in.
"No, Viserys! If that's what you want you must ask!"
"I am cold." He answered, as if that should have been explanation enough. When you made no move to allow him to drag you along he huffed and moved towards you, invading your space and tightening his grip on your arm. Despite the discomfort he'd intended you to feel, you welcomed the heat his close presence brought. "I don't have to ask. I am a dragon."
His every antagonizing whisper fanned across your face, but you only blinked stubbornly at him. He sighed angrily again.
"I'll punish you for making me ask."
Now it wasn't the cold that threatened to send goosebumps over your body. You took the smallest step closer, angling your face up towards his. You watched his eyes fall to your lips. If he leaned down the mere few inches between you he could kiss you.
"You won't," you breathed. His eyes snapped to yours again.
"Please," he whispered exasperatedly.
"See? That wasn't so har—" before you could finish he tore you from the tent and marched you back to his own.
