Viserys’s mouth twitched with a sad smile at her words as he placed his
hand on her cheek, resting it there for a moment as he brushed his thumb
over her cheekbone. “I know you haven’t sweet sister.” He replied, his
tone soft and almost uncharacteristically caring. He had known about it
just as the whole Khallasar had and he had watched her the entire day as
she walked and rode her horse in pain no matter how she tried to hide
it. “Does he?” he asked as he pulled away from her to regard her and her
body. He knew that throughout the years he himself had not been careful with her or gentle with her in any manner but after seeing what looked like slight bruises on her body he felt like she would have faired better in anyone elses hands.
“Dany, he does not treat you right. Who has provided for you and taken care of you for far longer than he? Who nursed you back to health after you took ill after Ser William died?” He asked as he took a small step closer to close the distance between them. “I will always love you sweet sister. Can you say the same for your ‘Lord Husband?’ He’s not even a Lord.” Viserys snorted as he spoke of the Great Khal and he reached his hand out to cup her face once more “If you will allow it, I will show you just how you should be loved, how it should really feel.” He was asking for permission now, not taking something by force. He would have normally, taken things without permission, but not with this, not with the current state of things.
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