“As am I. If Grey Worm should throw more Unsullied at me I should be prepared in no time” He grinned, feeling Daenerys’s soft hands on his bicep and it sent a small shiver down his spine and he found himself look at her intently, purple hued eyes looking down at his sister, though she was hardly covered in the robe she wore. An Idea came to him as her hand eventually left and he picked her up, his new found strength allowing him to do so with ease and he carried her to where her bed was, a laughter escaping him as he did so. “You’re so light, sweet sister” He was still taken a back by the sheer strength he now held in part thanks to Grey Worms training and as he gazed at her there was something primal that shifted in his look as he felt it surge through him.
He was stronger. He was physically capable of doing and being more which meant he could take what he wanted. Whatever he wanted. His mind was a haze as he hovered over Daenerys and before he knew it his lips were on his and it had started sweet and gentle, just like any other kiss they might have shared in their youth. But now….Viserys found himself wanting more and he gave in to his hunger as he tried to lengthen the kiss before the more rational side caught up and eased the foggy mind he held and he pulled back, blushed cheeks now a deep rose color on his paler skin. “I don’t want Allyria. I want you. It’s always been you.”
A hand brushed a strand of silver locks away from her face as he spoke, though he did lift his body just so, that she could escape if she felt the need, as he knew how she had felt about herself since losing her child and being told by the blood witch that her womb would stir once again with a babe near impossible events occurred, but Dany did also have her period, he recalled even just recently. An to Viserys the witch could have been speaking figuratively and many things had happened that could easily fit those descriptions. So was it a long shot that she may be able to bear a child? Probably but it was one Viserys was willing to bet on. “I want you, Daenerys Stormborn.” It wasn’t an order nor was it a meek offer but he could feel his blood boiling at just the idea of taking her in his arms and loving her as they were meant to be.
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