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“Sometimes, Viserys, I feel like I do not know you anymore,” Daenerys said slowly. “I marry and you still want more. If it were you being married, perhaps you would be the next to rule. I am the rightful heir. Not you.”

“You? Mother named me heir when Rhaegar passed. I am and should be king. You my heir. Princess. Not Queen.” Viserys growled as he stepped closer to her, standing with his back straight and proud. “Don’t you want more? Or are you content to be this horse-lords wife? His Khalessi? Don’t you want to be a Princess in Westeros? Free of this Khal once they get their army and we gain our throne, I dissolve your marriage to him and find you a proper good match. Is that what you want? Would you be happy than?”