DAENERYS TARGARYEN ;
Daenerys will remove whatever is distracting you. She'll have someone else complete the task or have something confiscated, all under the pretence that she has something important for you to do. Yet, when you're left with nothing to do, Dany will claim that the job was already completed. She will distract you by talking about anything and everything, sitting close to you and feasting on small fruits and wine, enjoying your attention on her, and basking in the sound of your voice and laughter.
You were distracting her. You hadn't looked up at her once in her time meeting the common people and it was distracting her. Too busy scribing anything important. Once she had met with at least one-hundred small folk, she had decided to take a break. "Missandei, please look through the scripture and list them from the most important," she called, watching as you looked up to protest. "[y/n], if you would please join me."
Nodding your head politely, you rise to follow Daenerys, curious about why she'd call for you. As she reaches her chamber Dany heaves a short sigh as she reclines in her chair at the small table by the balcony. When you sit with her, Dany smiles fondly, watching the way your brows pull together in confusion. "I needed your company alone," she teases, enjoying the way you blush and smile back at her.
"I'm happy to be of service," you jive back, laughing softly. As you begin to talk about your latest adventures in the city, Daenerys can feel her muscles relaxing and her stomach fill with a rich warmth, stoked every time you grin or chuckle, completely satisfied and pleased with having your entire attention once again.
VISERYS TARGARYEN ;
He isn't a very patient man, when he wants your attention, he has to have it, no matter what. Viserys isn't particularly good at sharing and even less so is he has to share you. Viserys will behave very sulkily, complaining that you should be paying more notice to him and that he's more important than your Khal, crossing his arms and sneering at whatever you are doing. He won't stop badgering you with his pessimistic comments until you cave and indulge him.
"You're not even doing anything important; I don't see why it takes precedence over me," you could hear him sniff, just imagining him scowling at the back of your head. You were annoyed he kept hounding you to drop the leather vests you were painting. Didn't he know the quicker you could finish the faster you'd be able to spend time with him?
"We all have a job to do. This is mine, let me finish." You briefly turned your head to look at him and raised your brows when you saw his petulant manner of reclining against his seat lazily, his pale lilac eyes almost feverish as he glares at the vests in your hands.
"Your job is to me." You don't know what to do other than stare at him. Those were dangerous words to say around here. When he beckons you forth, you comply, still wary of his behaviour. His entire demeanour softening when he holds you in his arms. "Better?" At his nod you let yourself relax, combing a hand through his fine hair as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, letting your scent calm him down.
KHAL DROGO ;
Drogo isn't ones for silly games when it comes to your attention, if he wills it, he will obtain it. He's not against just manhandling you into his embrace, pulling you away from what you were doing to be with him. If he wants to show you something he's done, but you're distracted, he'll call for you loudly, startling you into looking at him.
He watched you talk amongst the women who were weaving grass shoes, tilting your head back to enjoy the warmth of the sun. He was relieved when he saw the women slap at your hands for trying to help, a Khaleesi doesn't do common work. Drogo had returned from Vaes Dothrak and while he didn't announce it to you, he was disappointed you hadn't come for him yet.
