He doesn’t quite realize what he’s done, why she’s reacting like she is and he stalks closer to her still after he shook off the blow that she dealt him, still feeling the impact of her leg against his chest and his breathing hitched. His eyes were still burning with a lustful rage and a low rumble came fourth from his chest and laughter filled the air to her words.
“And I am not some servant whose content with the little he’s given. If you are not an object why are you being pawned off like one onto a man of not your own choosing by your father? Like cattle to be traded off to anyone.” Viserys growled his hands curled, nose twitched as he took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. “Are you not mine as much as I am yours?” His head tilted and silver tresses hung over one half of his face messily as he crept forward and to one side of her.
How could she not have seen this outcome happen? She allowed him such freedom and he had been growing in need of more. To stretch his wings fully and fly.
“If you were some Dothraki woman or a woman I thought little of I would be–” The words hung in the air until he forced himself to say it. “I would be fucking you with little regard to anything or anyone because a dragon conquers. A dragon gets what he desires.” He was being honest with her and he wasn’t sure how she would take it but this was part of who he was, part of how he had grown and learned. If he didn’t take what was his than he’d have nothing.
Goldnwulf 