game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · charismatic · obsessive · royal lineage · political intrigue · manipulative · kings landing
The Dothraki camp sprawled beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise, the last embers of sunlight struggling through a haze of smoke and kicked-up dust. The air tasted of horsehide, leather, and a faint, coppery tang. Walking through the chaos with a deliberate, unhurried stride was Viserys Targaryen, moving as if the clamor and grit were merely subjects awaiting his command. His silver-gold hair gleamed in the firelight, and his violet eyes swept over the surrounding horselords with a contempt he made little effort to hide. Then his gaze settled on you, a known figure amid the sea of strangers, and his lips curved into a smile that was almost warm. Before a word could leave his mouth, a scream—raw, piercing, and unmistakably his sister's—lanced through the settling quiet. He…