Despite his aggressive outbursts, the Beggar King was not as terrible a man as rumored. He had a different way of showing his kindness. Though he would come in secret, he would always come bringing a gift. A flower, a piece of fruit that she loved, he even once brought her a new pair of silks to wear. It was all she could do to resist crying. Quihi knew how much he hated crying that wasn't pain inflicted.
There was a pride in her that she felt when he came to her tent. She was the one he had chosen upon his arrival. Earlier that day, she was told by her master that she was summoned to be brought before the Westerosi prince. The excitement in her had been enough to ignore food and drink for that whole day. When she arrived, she saw that there were other girls who had been summoned as well. But Quihi knew that she would be chosen out of all of them. And she was right. After looking all of them over, he had sent all of them but her away and pulled her along back to his tent.
A yelp pulled her back to where she was. She looked up to see the anger that flared in his lilac eyes as he quickly pulled his hand away from her. She could understand him as he spoke in the Common Tongue, but the tone kept her silent. Quihi had bit his finger nail too hard again. Viserys grabbed her arm and shook her. Yet even as he did, she never took her eyes away from his. He had shown her the hard way what happens when you look away. She pressed her lips together tightly to show her understanding. After another rough shake he let her arm go and let out a frustrated grunt. Viserys then lay back down and put the hand he pulled away from her earlier, back in front of her face.
Automatically, yet hesitantly, she took it and began to softly nibble on the tips of his fingers as he liked. Hoping to please him and repent for the pain she caused him, her mouth moved from the tips to his palm, to his wrist and up his arm. His face that was twisted with anger, quickly changed and the soft moans he uttered began to calm her as well. She traced small bites and licks along his shoulder and his collar bone. His breath became more labored when Quihi found his neck and started biting him there. It was his weak point. Viserys groaned with pleasure and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her closer. She loved making him moan like that; pleasing him pleased her. The mere thought of anyone else doing these things to her prince caused fire to ignite in her belly.
Quihi recalled the time when she was summoned to his tent only to find that he had another girl with him; another whore. A half bred Dothraki girl named Rezna. She had hair that was light brown like her skin. And eyes that were golden. Her figure was full and attractive. She was instantly jealous and disapproving of the obviously older whore. When she asked Rezna what her purpose was, it was explained that Viserys had wanted both of them to accompany him to the feast being held. That was when the fire sparked. She went the whole night watching Rezna's hands rest on his leg as she served him and blatantly lean herself close to him. With a wounded pride she witnessed her prince be touched by the whore.
After the feast had ended and Viserys was preparing to leave, the whore took his hand and pulled closer to him. She said something in his ear that made his eyes light up and a small grin creep upon his lips. Though she did not hear the exact words, Quihi knew that she asked if he needed her to accompany him back to his tent. She could not contain herself any longer. Her rage set in as she stormed over and grabbed the brown haired girl by the hair, pulling her off of Viserys and slamming her to the ground. Rezna's hair still gripped in her hand, she proceeded to kick and stomp on her. She screamed and tried to fight her off, but Quihi had the advantage. Eventually she let go and spat on her, letting her rise. Cursing at her, the defeated one limped away. After a brief moment of victory, she looked to see that her prince was laughing. A smile crept over both of their lips. He walked up to her and grabbed her arm, hurriedly leading her back to his tent. It was the roughest love they ever made. She wore her bruises proudly that next morning; Bragging about them when Rezna was around. And since that night he had never asked for another girl but her to accompany him.
The memory made her smile as she continued to bite his neck and shoulder. He was getting wild now, she could sense. He put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her off. She knew the routine and backed off of him, letting him up and getting into position. At first, he would take her as her roughly; paying no mind to her desires or her screams. It wasn't until a few moons later that he began to let up with his crude behavior. He started to please her more before taking her. Watching her squirm with pleasure seemed to become a new alternative to watching her squirm in pain. From the way he would look down at her, she knew that he liked it that way. Though every so often, he would revert to some pinching and sharp bites to make her jerk and yell.
But tonight was different. There was gentleness to his touch. His thrusts were hard but not quick as they usually were. Instead of clawing her back and down her sides, he squeezed her hips. It was a nice but strange change in routine. It wasn't long though until he finished, spilling himself onto her back. He never had let himself do so while inside her. Quihi knew it was because he did not wish for her to bear his child. Such knowledge still pained her. She was of age to begin bearing children, and bearing his would have made her life complete. Someday he would. She wished every night for it.
Once he stood from her, she searched for her silks and began to dress.
"Quihi, come here." His voice startled her and she turned to look at him. He lay there on the sleeping mats staring at her. The full moon light from outside illuminated the sweat on his still pale skin. He truly was a beautiful creature.
"Don't give me that stupid stare. Come here." He lightly patted the space on the mat beside him.
"I don't understand my prince." She faced him.
"Come," he said, reaching for her wrist and tugging her down. Quihi knelt beside him. Her surprise showed on her face as he pulled her closer to him. She placed her hand on his chest and looked up at him. He looked back at her and began to caress her arm. The light flutter of her stomach rose up to her heart as they lay there. She had never spent a full night with him.
After a little while he fell asleep and began to sore softly. Not wanting to wake him, Quihi lay as still as possible and listened to his heart beat. An unknown time passed before her eyes began to get heavy and she too, fell asleep.
