if a monster they see…then a monster i shall be.
Tag: Viserys Targayen;; Begger King
We’re a secret
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.
Sansa blushes and her eyes flick down to the gown, it was embroidered with small blue and red flowers on a field of green satin. “Y-yes.” She nods. “Mother taught me to embroider.” She explains. “I’ve always enjoyed it, but the gown did get somewhat tedious to embroider, it’s mostly just the same pattern repeated.” She lets him sweep her along the dance floor, her deep blue eyes fixed on his violet ones.
She wasn’t so used to having the attention be all on her, as the behaved daughter most of the time she fell by the wayside as her mother tried to curb Arya’s shenanigans. It was nice, to have the prince be paying attention to her. “Oh Dragons. Do you think that will really happen? It’s been hundreds of years since there were last Dragons in Westeros?”
She glances over to the doors where the Septa is ushering the wolf pups out of the room. “OUr wolves are lovely but some of them are a bit too wild. Nymeria and Shaggydog especially. My Lady is wonderfully behaved though.”
“I have no doubt you will be able to do even more elaborate patterns in weeks to come” Viserys told the Princess as his gaze lingered on her dress for a bit longer before he replied to her questions and he gave a nod. Of course it had to happen. Their were three dragons among his fathers children and three dragons eggs, it only made sense. They would fulfill the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised with three heads of the dragon.
“Of course I do. There’s nothing to suggest that they won’t come back at all.” He answered “Direwolves were gone for two hundred years and yet there they are” He gestured to where they had gone off to. “The wolves are truly like their masters, what of the other wolves? Are they more like Lady or the wilder ones?” He asked as they proceeded to finish the song out to dance and kissed her hand, his lips gently brushing her skin ever so lightly. “I’m glad we’ve finally been able to meet, Princess Sansa your fathers letter to my own did not do justice enough.”
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Daenerys grunted and pushed her brother’s hand away with a glare. “Don’t touch my hair. You’re going to mess it up,” she said stubbornly. “You don’t know how to braid hair. You’ll make it look bad. Mommy is going to do it because she actually knows what she’s doing and thinks my clothes are pretty. Unlike you.”
Viserys huffed, offended by his sisters words. “Fine. But you know if mother wasn’t here I’d have to do everything shes doing for you.” He didn’t think his braiding skills was that bad and he was still learning how to do more complex braids. “Be that way Daenerys.” He turned to leave, going to do some slight exploring before he returned to where their mother was at.
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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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“This wasn’t even the dress I was going to wear when we meet the Princes and Princesses, but what do you care? Obviously you don’t,” Daenerys huffed and crossed her arms, turning away from her brother. It had been a long few days of traveling for them and it was clear that the young Princess was exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep, but they were to meet with the royals today. “I just want to get into Dorne, alright?”
“I don’t wear dresses. So yes, you are correct. I don’t care….persay.” Viserys admitted as his sister huffed he reached out a hand to ruffle her hair and than smoothed it out “ Come on, I’ll braid your hair real pretty like okay?” He asked knowing his sister was still moody and there was nothing he could do to quell her mood. “We will soon, I promise Daenerys”
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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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