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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.

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“That is once you get back to your home.” She replied as she rubbed her hands over his arm gently, creating soothing circles on his skin. Long sleeves were usually worn by workers, but not at night. When a cool breeze could help keep them all cool. “However yes, I think my father would love the idea of there now being eight kingdoms under the rule of my king and I…though I wonder, how difficult that task will be. Especially since I know only Agrabah, and not the way of your people or the lands.”

Jasmine noticed how quick he was to pull away after she had brought up his jealousy. Her eyes closed as he once again, was not satisfied. “If you trusted me, then you would not be so quick to be upset. I am working on it, as I’ve told you again and again these last few days. The plan needs to be well thought out. We can’t act brash and without thought. If we do that, you may never see freedom, no matter your title. You may be able to return home, but I would not be able to go with you. Would you rather see your home again, but never be able to come back here? That is what will happen if we are not careful. That is why I am asking you, to give me time. I’ll…”

She flushes as she takes a deep breath. “If you promise to be a little more patient…I can allow you this much.” She slips her arms out of her robe, slowly. The fabric collecting around her waist. Her arms covering herself a little, but she stood before him. “…A little more freedom, for tonight.”

“You’ve taught me your way of life and people, even the language. I can do the same for you.” He replied back before she chastised him on his words on the speed of the freeing process. How could she not see that he trusted her but yet he was upset, upset at the very idea of there being slaves in the first place. At the idea that he couldn’t just be cut free from these imaginary binds that had labeled him a slave, though some binds had been real it still didn’t change the fact that Viserys wasn’t a slave in his mind, he wasn’t going to be allowed to break like the others around here had. He had goals and ambitions, the Targaryen was still a person in all sense of the word. His own person.

“Come with me than. We’ll run away together.” He knew saying that was another thought with no planning, rash and impulsive but he had many thoughts like that on his way to Agrabah and even now, with his love the Princess he still had thoughts of leaving. His violet eyes followed her movements as her deep breath had caught him off guard and he stared as the frabric she wore slowly dropped lower and lower. “You’re buying my time with your body?” He asked, slightly ticked off by the idea that she thought he would sit idly by and be patient if she gave him a bit more of herself to him.

Viserys stepped forward, closing in on Jasmine with a hunger that stirred in his body as his eyes locked on to the reveled skin, his hands reaching out to touch her breasts, pulling her closer to his body as his lips covered hers. Freedom. Tonight. Her words echoed in his head and Viserys explored every inch of her soft skin as he could, planting kisses everywhere and nipped at the skin near her nipples and gave a soft groan as he could feel his body getting hotter at the very thought of doing more with her and suddenly Viserys, the meek slave of Agrabah wasn’t present. Viserys Targaryen of Westeros, the Dragon came though as he kissed her lips passionately as his hands slipped past the boundaries she had made and Viserys attempted to push his body as close to hers as he could trying to make sure there was not an inch of space between them.

As he tried to push his limits with her, further and further, nipping at her nipples a bit roughly, licking them to soothe soon after. His mind getting lost in the lust and the thought of her under him was too much and the dragon wanted his freedom and like a dragon in chains he was trying to break them any way he could, even if it meant being rough and demanding despite how the chains pulled him away or in this case, pushed him away. “Do you want to wake the dragon?” He snarled as he tried to grab her before she could move away, his clothing had been halfway off in the process and his hair now a tousled mess. “You are mine and mine alone and I will have you Jasmine” A flare of anger flashed in his eyes and for a moment Viserys felt like he had back before he had married Dany off and for a small moment it felt good, it felt right. He was in control, he had power again though that feeling was short lived as he felt something hit him, and hit him harder than he would have expected from someone like Jasmine.

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She thought for a moment, tilting her head back to look up at the sky. Even though it was cut off from the rest of the garden, and couldn’t be seen due to the tall bushes and trees, they could see the sky. “I think he would be astonished, and demand an explanation of how you ended becoming a slave? What kingdom you rule, and what exactly you can give Agrabah if you wanted my hand in marriage.” She told him, clasping her hands behind her back. The princess had thought that scenario over and over in her head, using different words or tactics. However it always came to the same thing, what did he have to offer her without Agrabah having to give up their soldiers? Once he spoke again, she turned to look at him.’

“Liar.” She called him out as soon as he spoke. He knew she would always know once he was away from her. When she could no longer hear his clear voice, see his locks, his skin darkening with a tan from the sun. She slowly made her way over to him, and silently, reached down. She curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, lifting it up. Once the spot where his heart thudded was exposed, she pressed her lips there.

A pleased sound leaving her lips before her fingers traced it. “You were jealous…even though you know my heart is yours, as yours is mine.” Jasmine tilts her head back, looking into his eyes again as she pressed her lips back to the spot. “When will you finally trust me enough to know I will find a way for us to be together?”

“And I would tell him the truth. I could give Agrabah many a things, another trade route for one.” He told Jasmine as he thought about what kind of reactions her father would have and they had never ended well for him or Jasmine. “Another his daughter would be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Seven. That’s impressive is it not?” He asked as he leaned in to her touch before he pulled back from the very touch he craved, nearly missing her lips

“How can I not be jealous of someone else who can easily have you? Be seen with you as we should be able to be? I trust you Jasmine I do but it shouldn’t take this long to get some kind of result” He had felt like a dog teased with the idea of freedom for afar too long and he was afraid at some point he was going to lose it and bite at the very hand that fed him. Viserys wanted many things but he had no idea just how he would manage to achieve them, going home being one of those things. While he liked being in Ahrabah and it’s people he missed home, hell he even missed the Dothraki savages.

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Jasmine turned when she heard his familiar voice. So warm and warm as the alcoholic drinks her father would sip from at night. She smiles as he bowed to her, and shook her head. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?” She asked as he came closer. The way his eyes traveled over her, made a small shiver run down to her tail bone, and she bit her lower lip. “You are always being bold, why stop now?” She teased before watching as he moved away. She watched the moon play with his hair, how his muscles moved under his shirt.

“He was from a neighboring kingdom. Supposedly the last nearby kingdom.” She mocked the way her father had said it earlier as he scolded her for chasing another one away. Jasmine walked towards him, before brushing her fingers over his cheek. She lifts his head, studying him. “…You know we aren’t staying here.” She whispered before kissing him. The kiss was full of her desire that she had been holding back all day, even earlier.

Jasmine then slowly drew back, before turning and heading for the vine covered wall. She moved them, to reveal the door they only knew was there. She got her key out, unlocking the door and slipping inside. Inside was a smaller garden, mainly grass and a tree, though flowering vines crept up one side, and a small stream ran through it. Jasmine waited for her lover to join her, before speaking again. “I noticed you were so quick to leave. Was there a reason? You knew I was going to turn him away like the rest.”

“Once more, Princess” He joked softly as he shook his head as he followed her as she led him to their secret hideaway place. “Than he will have to go even further to find a prince. Maybe as far as Westeros” He mentioned giving a small pause as he thought of that idea. “Wonder what your father would do if he knew I was a Prince from a far away country.” Jafar had made sure that knowledge of Viserys’s origins had been hidden away from the Sultun.

Viserys came through the vines and sighed as she spoke about him leaving. “I didn’t think my absence would be noticed.” He replied, a small lie. He knew he’d been missed. It wasn’t as if he really blended in with the other people around the palace. “I know you were. But…Just the thought of him trying to get to you. The thought of anyone else with you but me….I was going to do something that I knew I would regret. So I walked away before I did so.” He explained after a moment of silence.

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Jasmine had noticed how quick Viserys was to leave, and a small smile graced her lips. Some jealously would do him some good. He might be jealous, but he didn’t understand how tense their relationship was. Maybe if he felt this spite, he might realize that nothing can work just as he wanted. She continued to respond to the prince, but when he asked for her hand, she turned him down.

This seemed to anger him, but before stuffed peacock could even touch her again, Rajah was chasing him right down the front steps. Jasmine sighs as she made her way down a long hall. Her thoughts quickly falling back to her lover. He wanted her to give him everything, but it was so against her morals. The women he was use to, did not have such a strong stance against letting men have their way it seems.

He was use to bedding women if he desired them, and they desired back. Truthfully, there were times she had been more than tempted to give into him, but she wouldn’t risk it. No, she wouldn’t give him what he wanted until they found a solid solution that allowed them to love each other without hiding. The time passed slowly, but once her meal was over, she took a relaxing bath, before rubbing lotions and oils into her skin and hair. Dismissing her maidens as she loosely wrapped her robe around her figure. Once she was sure there was no one there, the princess slipped out of her chambers, making her way to the garden.

Viserys had heard Rajah taking care of the Prince and he gave the large tiger an extra scrap of food from the nearby plate he had been cleaning off and pat the animal who had gotten used to the Targaryen’s presence over time and they were friendly with one another, least enough for small interactions like this and he watched as the Tiger padded off to go towards Jasmine’s room and he left going back to his small chamber and got himself ready, looking as presentable as the royal slave could and smoothed out his hair, redoing a braid before he met Jasmine in the gardens, slipping past the guards and anyone else that he saw in the corridors.

“Princess” He purred as he greeted her, giving her a small bow as approached her noting the how she wore only a robe and as he neared her he could smell the oils on her skin and these only heightened his senses and his eyes took in her figure. “You look beautiful under the moonlight, if I may be so bold to say so” He complimented as he sat at the water fountain’s edge, a smile rested on his lips as he waited for her. “Where was that Prince from?” He asked, his curiouslty had over come him though he knew now was the time to forget about Princes and their duties and positions in the world. This was time for them to be as they should be able to be all the time, together and close. Lovers.

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She stiffened up at his words. “I do not have servants! Those are maidens.” She tells him, not liking the fact he was acting this way towards her. Jasmine didn’t like the fact he was starting to act as if he wanted to get so far away from her as fast as he could. However his next words had her anger flaring more. “I haven’t really? No pet gets to kiss me, if you don’t want to spend time with me then you can just go back to your work. We don’t have to continue this on if it annoys you so much.” She was hurt the more he spoke, and moved to leave. Then he caught her arm, and pulled her close. Jasmine fought back, refusing to look at him.

Yet she did as she was told, and lowered her voice. He was right, she was going to get them caught if she got any louder. Tears were in the corner of her eyes as she refused to look at him. Though a sniffle did left her as she tried her best to gain control of her emotions again. He was right in a way, how long could they continue this? How long did they have to worry about being seen when all they wanted was each other? “No! I won’t marry someone I don’t love. At the same time you can’t continue playing with me this way, just because you are not getting what you want.” She told him, before rubbing at her cheeks. “…We will figure out a way to get rid of Jafar.” She muttered, but it was clear she was still not ready to forgive and forget his last few couples.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Your highness? Your father is asking for you.” Jasmine sighed, and closed her eyes. Another suitor no doubt.

“Go, I’ll see you tonight, if you are speaking the truth about your feelings.” Jasmine slipped out the door, and into the hall. She was forced to change into a new outfit, and as she predicted it was another suitor. She was forced to smile, and allow him to guide her around her own castle, though she tried to stay out of his reach. Soon enough Rajah would appear, and the prince would be gone…but for now she could use this prince against her lover. Especially after he said.

She was rightfully angered by his words and he was losing himself in irritation. Irritated by the whole situation. “I’m not playing with you. You’re the one who calls me, your the one with the power. We get caught and it’s my head on the line, you do understand that? If you would let me I would have you. Would have already. You toy with me, want me to kiss you and hold you but that’s all I can do.” He replied back right before his words trailed off as the knock on the door came between the two.

“I will be there. I promise” He responded as she left him alone and he went back to work and watch Jasmine interact with the Prince and he could feel his jealousy rise more and more as she interacted with him, walking down the halls of the palace. Viserys had to leave their general vicinity before long as he watched the Prince trying to grasp Jasmine in any way he could in the way he could to court her feeling as though he would no doubt land a hit on the man if he wasn’t careful.

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Jasmine knew the frown was a bad sign. How she wanted to keep him smiling, to hear his laughter and feel his arms around her. Yet she seemed to upset him more than she made him smile. The princess sighed softly, bowing her head a little. When he demanded his freedom, she bit her lower lip. He knew it wasn’t that easy. Even if she wanted to do so, she would need her father’s blessing. Something she had been begging for since she realized she had fallen for Viserys. Yet every time, he turned her away on her request, due to the whispering form Jafar.

However, even if she was able to give him his freedom, it wouldn’t be as they wanted. He could beg her father for her hand,s he knew it would not be an easy task. “You are asking for something I have been fighting for days. He has said no every time I ask for it. You know if I could, we wouldn’t have to hide like this.” She told him, looking down at their joined hands. She wanted the future he described so badly. Where they were together and happy, and ruling Agrabah, together. Yet she knew something else. He wanted more than Agrabah. He wanted to go to Westeros, he wanted his throne. Viserys wanted his homeland, and to rule it. That was not what Jasmine wanted. She wanted to explore and see, but not rule such a large and foreign land.

“Viserys, please look at me.” She pleaded softly, reaching up to brush her free fingers over his cheek. Trying to coax him into looking at her. She was about to speak, her mouth open, but her words caught in her eyes. The hurt and betrayal at his words were clear in her eyes. Jasmine let go of him, as if he had burned her. It felt like he had and she moved away. “How could you say that to me? I have never treated you like that, you are more than that to me.” She turned away, wrapping her arms around herself, moving to lean against the wall. “You act like I haven’t been fighting for you this whole time. If I hadn’t raised my voice and gotten you out of worse work, and possibly dying from no food or water. You would not be treated as kindly if I had not given you my heart.”

Viserys’s head was swamped with everything that was happening and how fast things had turned from loving and sweet to horrid and fighting. “You have plenty of servants I do understand why you need me as well. In fact you’ve gotten five new ones in the recent months” He huffed before she moved away from him. He wanted to have her with him, if here in her country or if he could find his way back to even the Dothraki Sea.

His eyes looked at her before he turned his head to look at her as she asked him to do so before his next words seemed to have cut her deep and he was filled with regret as she spoke, feeling the anger in her voice. “It doesn’t feel like it.” He made a comment on her first set of words and noticed how she moved further away from him and Viserys knew he had done wrong, spoken the wrong thing but he had to get his words out and his feelings about everything and he wouldn’t apologize for them, not now.

He stalked closer to Jasmine, his hand attempted to grab a hold of his arm and pull her closer to him. “Lower your voice unless you want the guards to hear our lovers quarrel.” He hissed through his teeth as he glared at her, seething with emotions. “You have done for me a great deal that is for sure and I cannot thank you enough and I want you to know that your heart is safe with me but how much longer can we do this? How much longer will you be able to last with the Witch Jafar in your father’s ear? How can either of continue this with him hounding you to marry.” He dropped his grip on her arm as he spoke “Will you settle for a dimwit, be the one to rule and keep me in your bed?” He asked wondering just how she had planned this whole thing going. “I could get rid of your father’s witch if you gave the word. He’s done nothing but poison him against the wishes I know a man like your father would do to see his child happy.”

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She heard the bitterness, knowing he hated more than anything, the status he held. When he brought up having to go as far as selling his mother’s own crown, her heart ached for him more. She had very little to remember her own mother from. Most of her belongings were hidden away where she was never able to find them, or given away by her father’s hand. The true and only thing she had left was the secret garden her mother had created so many years ago. The place she would sometimes meet her lover in. Jasmine rested her cheek on him once more as he continued on, bringing up the story she had heard more often. How he was treated badly when he was with his sister and her new people. She had a feeling at some point, they may meet. If she was able to come anywhere near Agrabah.

A surprised gasp left the princess as he suddenly rolled over, having not realized he had been looking at her. A playful giggle left her lips as he hovered over her. Her hands shot up to his shoulders. Viserys always craved more from her, and she knew all too well that he had a lot of experience. A soft pleased sigh left her lips as he started to press kisses over her skin, shivering as he got a little lower.

“You are doing more than enough, I am pleased just to feel your lips.” She told him, before blushing. She was always so curious about what he had learned but knew better. While they could have their fun, if she was not a virgin when she was married, it would spell trouble. “Viserys, please.” She sits up a little, reaching down to stop him. Her eyes looking up into his own.

“You know it’s a risk to do this during the day. Especially if we are heard…” She looked over her shoulder at the garden, she knew there were others working out there still. They may not have seen him enter, but their suspicions would rise if the lovers were heard. “Please, wait till tonight?” She asked, looking at him again. Even though she craved him just as much, she couldn’t. Jasmine did not want them to lose each other because they were caught.

A smile caught his lips at her words and than as faded once she had started to sit up and stop any further movement. He shook his head at her worries and looked at Jasmine, a frown on his face as she spoke again. Why should they have to wait? He couldn’t quite wrap his head around her customs and while in some cases they were like his own countries customs…Some just were unheard of. Westeros didn’t have slaves for one.

He sat back and watched her movements and grumbled, displeased with the Princess. “Free me. Make me a free man and I will marry you. Your father wants a Prince. That’s me. I’m to rule my country.” He told Jasmine as he took hold of her hand in his. “We can be free. Together.” He added on as he looked at their suddoundings, the places they had to hide and times of day they had to wait just because he in her people’s eyes…no…in her eyes, wasn’t good enough for her and his eyes found were her pet tiger’s bed and he sighed “Or am I just some exotic pet for you to play with till something better comes along? I am Viserys Targaryen. Blood of Old Valaryia. The rightful King of Westeros. Jasmine. Not Rajah”

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His lips so warm but chapped from constantly being under the sun felt so good on her forehead. Her body pressed against his own for the brief moment before she had pulled back. As much as she desired him, and loved his kisses, she was still unsure of herself. Her feelings for him were forbidden, but it was hard to ignore this temptation. With his beautiful unnatural eyes, and bright hair, he was like a dragon, and she saw him as one. Powerful, with how he was able to know exactly what to say and do to have her melting and curled around his fingers like a pleased pet.

She watched as he drank, before taking the cup herself. She sits up enough to finish off the drink. She licks her lips clean before setting the goblet aside. She had another thirst she’d rather fill with her lover. Jasmine rolled so she was on her side, her head resting on his shoulder. The Arabian woman paused as he spoke up, bringing up his past. She remembered he told her once he was a prince, but nothing more. She moved to see him better, eyes searching his own.

“You never told me the part about your mother or your family.” She murmured, reaching out to brush his hair away from his face. Her lips seeking his jawline, tracing his skin. It was her own way of giving him what he wanted, she loved giving him affection too. “How did you survive for so long? You were only a child.” She peeked up at him from under her lashes. One of her hands tracing over his arm to interlace her fingers with his.

He curled an arm around her as she nestled in closer and he gave a soft sigh. How different his life had bcome. How much he had changed. Going from being a prince and rightful King to a begger to thinking he was going to go back home and become a King and now he had fallen even further from a beggger. Even a begger had a freedom.

She pampered him with affection as she asked her questions. “I sold everything we had” He told her, his voice still bitter as he began to speak again “Even my mothers crown to get us enough money to eat and clothe. We had a knight with us for a while when Dany was little but he died and we were thrown from the people who had let us stay in their home. I went to other supporters of my house trying to get some hope that I would sit on the throne someday.” He explained “It wasn’t easy but we managed to stay with someone who was going to get us across the Narrow Sea and we arranged a marriage with a Dothraki Lord, Khal Drogo to my sister. I married my sister off to barbarians and she was loved while I was treated like shit. She was their Queen and I was nothing.” He turned his head to look at her as he spoke before he rolled, hovering over her with little care if anyone saw.

His hands traced her neck and what skin he could touch, what dark beautiful skin was available for him to feel and he laid kisses down her collarbone and near her breasts as his hands rested near her hips. “How may I please my Princess?” He asked in slight joking manner. “Shall I continue to show you the things I’ve learned from far away places?” One hand lightly trailed it’s fingertips across one of Jasmine’s thighs. This game of cat and mouse was nearing the point of irritation though he knew his place in her world, he wouldn’t be satisfied with light flirtaious touches for much longer.

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Jasmine smiled and had to hold back a laugh as she saw the face he had made when she called him out by his hair. She waited until he came close, before setting the goblet down for him to fill. “Viserys.” His name rolled off her tongue so easily, warm like honey. She moved closer, cupping his face between her hands, stroking his heated skin.

“I know your name, but they can’t know that I do, you know that. For me to call your name so easily, it will cause rumors.” The warmth was spreading through her, and she was finding it harder and harder to resist. So she moved closer, pressing her lips to his soft skin. “If I had it my way, you would always be close by. So we wouldn’t have to hide as much.”

The princess knew it was wrong, this relationship, but she loved it too much. She loved how he made her feel. It had started not too long after he came here. Jasmine had been all too curious about the man, and one day, she found herself pressed against him. Her lips locked over his, and she couldn’t draw away easily. “Drink up, you look like you could use some.” Jasmine then laid back on the pillow, watching him.

She was so warm and inviting, it was hard not to wonder what effect she had on him for all these months and when she said his name he felt his heart skip a beat. His name had made him touch starved in a way. He rarely heard it and he longed to hear it come from Jasmine’s lips so when she pressed her lips against his skin he found his hands moving to bring her closer to him and pressed his lips to her forehead. This was the little power he could find here in this country, the little freedom he had beyond that of a royal slave.

“I would love that as well Jasmine.” He replied as he looked at her, he never thought he would find love here not in his situation nor happiness. He still wasn’t sure how and when it had started but he had noticed how she had looked at him when he was first brought to the palace and slowly over time, over small fleeting looks and touches that brushed or lingered for far too long and he covered her lips with his greedily, pushing for another moment longer before she drew away and he did as she said, drinking from a goblet and tasting the sweet drink.

It was almost as sweet as Dornish wine and it brought back memories of home and he wondered what Daenerys was doing now but pushed her out of his mind as he sauntered closer to the Princess, extending his hand to give her, her goblet before he laid down to join her “You know back home I’m a Prince…well, a King. My father and brother killed and our tittles usurped from the throne by rebels, my pregnant mother and I forced to flee to safety. She died giving birth to my sister, Daenerys.” He didn’t speak of home often but he’d been feeling home sick as of late and wanted to tell someone his story, his culture and life.