The Stranger had visited Leanne Dayne as a child, and he had vowed to her that he would visit her again, when she was just as powerless as she was in that moment. He warned her that he would always visit her, in every stage of her life and that she...
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The day of meeting Dany potential husband started off by Viserys waking his wife roughly, although he thankfully didn't take her once more. He merely grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his morning reaction poking at her back. It wasn't his biological reaction that woke her, but rather Viserys grabbing her waist.
Viserys could tell that his wife woke up, merely by the sensation of her muscles stiffing against him.
"You will behave won't you?" Viserys whispered hoarsely in his wife's ear, "You'll make sure that Daenerys stays in line..." Viserys's hand moved up her chest, grasping onto one of Leanne's bare breasts.
Leanne nodded feebly, knowing that there was nothing that she could do besides obey her husband. Viserys smiled as he saw his wife nod, burying his face in her coal coloured hair and inhaling. Relishing the scent of cherry and the sea, and if Viserys inhaled deeply and thought of Kings Landing, he could barely smell the scent of the Dragon's breath flower in the godswood of the Red Keep.
It was only when Viserys pulled away from her that Leanne could actually breathe once more. She stayed in bed while Viserys got up, listening to his footsteps to see how far away from her he would go.
"Everything needs to be perfect. She needs to be perfect." Viserys continued, walking over to wooden tub filled with warm water. Water waved past the limit of the tub as Viserys entered it, going overboard and crashing onto the stone ground like waves on a beach.
Despite being awake, Leanne stayed in bed, her eyes still shut despite there being no drowsiness in her body. Her heart hammered in her chest so quickly that Leanne could swear that she was hearing it in her ears.
"You will make sure she is absolutely perfect won't you, my Queen." Leanne shivered when her husband called her his Queen mockingly, something that he only ever did when he was subtly threatening her or showing her off to anyone who would see her, usually when she was covered with bruises.
It was also Viserys's soft way of calling her to him. A call she couldn't refuse even if she wanted. Leanne sat up slowly and got up from the bed, the familiar ache between her legs making her curse Viserys in her mind.
Still, Leanne walked over to the tub where her husband soaked in, her dark hair fell to the small of her back in waves, much like Leanne remembered her mother having. Her barely sunkissed skin looked almost unblemished in the dawn light, were it not for the scars that Visery's had left on her body.
