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VISERYS WAS never considered a kind man. A noxious sense of entitlement followed him like the plague, seemingly incurable and ever present. He had been fortunate to meet a girl early in his teenage years, the daughter of a member of his father's court, who wasn't afraid to tell him when he was being unfair. It took years and years for him to become used to her brutally honest way of speaking to him, as no one else could. When he and his sister were forced to run she, without question, followed.
While staying one night with the Dothraki people, they argued in the candle light of his tent about the treatment of his sister. It was the calmness that cloaked him in their discussion that surprised her, until a smile broke out on his face and she was convinced he wasn't really paying attention to their conversation at all. He seemed far away from his own words, his eyes were too focused on drinking her in. Her sentence trailed off as she watched the way he was looking at her, leaving them in a brief silence.
Breaking it, he suddenly spoke very softly.
"You know I will be king soon, and a king must have a fitting queen, one that rules with him. One that perhaps gives advice to the king when needed. You are...the only one I listen to," he cleared his throat and delivered his next words with much more conviction, "so I have decided you will be my queen." Surprise clenched her heart, an anxious excitement pitter-pattered in her stomach.
"Your wife?" She breathed in question. He had this content little look on his face she couldn't deny, even though she was having difficulty breathing from such a turn in the conversation. All these years she'd known him, all these times she'd thought just maybe, and now it was certain he felt the same. "All these years--"
"That was all I ever wanted," he finished.
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