Viserys bite his tongue, trying his best not to let the girls words rile him up. He could feel his anger growing with each word that came out of her mouth. “Westeros runs through my veins as well. Both my sister and I were born here and I raised for the first part of my life.” His jaw clenched as she went on and his violet eyes shifted to a near glare as she spoke of his family as she did. How dare she! He was the song of the great dragons. A dynasty of Kings! What was she? A member of a house that had branched off from his own house. A sad extension.

“My father was mad. My brother was loved by the people and he should have been King, he would have gladly taken the throne. But your father and his followers went too far. How could he say he loved Lyanna Stark when he had whores upon whores?” Viserys asked, a snort coming from his nose as he spoke of Robert and he had almost thought he was beginning to have a pleasant conversation with this woman before she insulted him. His sister?! Seven Hells, that was not happening. He was the King! The rightful ruler of Westeros.

Viserys stalked forward, closer to the throne, not caring for the guards that were surely going to stop him from going to close to their Queen. “You little wench.” He growled, his eyes burning with rage and he tried to hold himself back, feeling his nails digging into his palm. “Not everything. She may be the Mother of Dragons, a Khalessi of the Great Grass Seas but she would not have gotten there had it not been for me arranging such a marriage.”

 “I helped her grow into a Queen of Mereen. I was named Kiing of the Iron Throne before my mother’s demise and after my father and brother were murdered by your father and your uncle. “ Viserys spat his words, his anger and rage coming out far to much even for his liking. The dragon was waking inside and he wanted to unleash it upon the Usurper daughter.

“You will negotiate with me. Head of House Targayren and not my sister.”  In the back of his head Viserys had an image of stabbing her in the back before her guards could come to her aid. He also imagined her, on her knees swearing fealty to him, begging for her life to be spared.