Jasmine sighed softly as she laid out on her floor pillow. Her body stretched out, resting perfectly, curves resting in the cushions. She was already filling the warmth, a warmth she was too familiar with. It was the feeling she got fo the man she was watching work just outside her window.
A warm smile spreading across her lips, Viserys had not been here long at all. A little less than a year, but he worked always nearby during the day. THen at night, he was to keep watch outside her room. If he was ever not doing as he was told by her, or her father, he would be in trouble.
After all, he was sold to them, and he got a kinder role than most. All because he had caught Jasmine’s eye. The princess licked her lips before sitting up and nodded at her ladies. They knew it meant she was needing time alone and hurried away. Most of the time they just went to take their much-needed break, and the princess was fine with that.
The kind woman looked around before she sat up. She tapped her goblet twice, the metal echoing out into the garden. “White-haired one, I need more to drink.” She called out, using as an excuse to have him come to her. They would be hidden by the thin curtains, he could come to her here.
He’d nearly died, managing to somehow get free of the Dothraki’s grasp and ran towards freedom as he realized his sister would not give him mercy. He’d wondered long and far and eventually was picked up by slavers and sold to a foreign country and he had no idea what was going on as he was pushed towards a male and led to a odd shaped palace and was given to the ruling family which was the Sultan and his daughter.
Fast forward almost a year and he had picked up a great deal of the language and culture and had realized his lot in life had been better than some of the slaves that had been sold. Viserys felt it similar to how he had grown up and also how he had lived with Dany before he had married her off to Khal Drogo. He had some extra luxuries with the Princess and he didn’t mind them at all.
He made a face as she addressed him as ‘White-haired’ and the once proud Targaryen ventured fourth to where the desert Princess was hidden, holding the jug of drink ready to fill her goblet with it as he noted the ladies had left leaving them alone. “You do know I have a name.” He stated a bit grumpily as his violet eyes looked at her.
Goldnwulf 