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Shoshanna and like characters are of my own creation.

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"I have never dealt with such insolence!" Viserys shouted within his tent. Again he was pacing back and forth, "Not even from my own damn sister! How do I rid her of that displeasing quality?" It wasn't a question really, a statement of sorts. He ran a hand through his white blonde hair and stopped pacing, smiling as a plan started to form in his dark mind. He had two options where Shoshanna was concerned. 1/) Kill her with kindness, so to speak or 2/) Make her as uncomfortable as possible until submission. He softly laughed to himself. He had never given any woman so much thought before her.

"Your Grace?" His aid let his presence known from where he stood by in the corner of the young king's tent.

"What!" Viserys answered angrily; annoyed someone was interrupting his thoughts.

"When do you wish the matter we discussed to take place?" His aid asked, almost hesitantly.

"I haven't decided" He stated simply.

"May I suggest that if you wish to continue with this action, that you should put it into motion before we return to King's Landing?" The aid offered.

"What do you take me for? A fool!" Viserys shouted.

Seeing the young King was in a very ill mood and possibly not in the right frame of mind to talk attacks, the aid shook his head and asked for leave. The young King dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

A few moments later, Viserys walked to the entrance of his tent and looked out. He saw a few men tending to their horses, some were asleep, and some were playing cards. He smiled, all ready to die for him at moment's notice. He was pleased.

Something or someone rather caught his eye just passed the camp his men had made. Shoshanna's tent was just on the edge. She thought to get as far away from him as possible. He laughed a task not easy to do.

He saw her sit down by the fire. Sighing softly, he saw an opportunity to execute plan one, taking it, he began to walk to her.

She watched the flames dance and the wood crackle and burn. Not paying attention, she jumped up and quickly turned around when a twig just behind her snapped. It was him.

Offering a smooth smile, he said, "I did not mean to startle you M'lady." Turning to her handmaiden, Nina, "Leave us." He ordered.

Looking at Shoshanna, she nodded as she continues to meet Viserys' stare. Earlier that night had been as much of his company she wished to be in, but what was she supposed to do?

Once Nina had left, Shoshanna waited to see what Viserys was going to do. He motioned for her to sit. She returned to her seat on the fallen tree stump and he sat next to her, stretching his long legs out in front of him as he leaned against the fallen tree. He clasped his hands together in his lap and stared into the fire.

Shoshanna was the one to break the awkward silence, "Your Grace?"

"Yes, My dear?"

Biting her lip softly, she proceeded, "Have you seen one?"

Confused, he asked, "Seen what?"

"A dragon."

"No. The last one died many years before I was born." He turned so that he was facing her, tilting his head slightly.

She fixed her gaze on the fire, ignoring his look. "I imagine they were beautiful, strong, and powerful." She feared to say the rest, but continued, "My mother told me the dragons and the Targaryens were one in the same."

He smiled, "I'll tell you what I have seen," He paused, before continuing, "Their skulls. They used to decorate the throne room in the Red Keep."

He could see that he had her curiosity, he had her attention now and he was not going to let it slip away. "When I was a boy, just 3 or 4, my father would walk me down the rows and I'd recite their names for him. When I got them all right, he'd give me a sweet." He smiled. It was one of his few memories before he was cast out of his home. "The ones closet to the door was the last ones they were able to hatch. They were stumped and wronged, their skulls, no bigger than dog skulls, but as you got closer to the iron throne, they got bigger, and bigger and bigger." His face moving closer to her as he spoke.

"Do you still remember their names?" She asked, surprised that she held a conversation with him for this long without planning an escape. He wasn't being rude or demanding or controlling, he was being…..pleasant.

He smiled, "I do."

"Will you tell them to me?"

"What shall I receive in return?"

She held up her hands and gave a soft smile, in turn earning one from Viserys. "I am afraid I have no sweets."

"A kiss."

"A kiss?"

"Yes, a kiss given freely, not one that is taken or forced. I want a kiss because you simply want to kiss me."

She closed her eyes as she spoke, "You haven't exactly been the nicest person to me, Your Grace."

"You haven't exactly been the most pleasant of companies either, my dear princess."

"How will I know you are correct?"

"You will have to trust me and my knowledge of my history."

"Trust is earned."

Viserys sat beside her and placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing her cheekbone as he spoke, his voice just above a whisper, "Brave men rode them from Valyria to build the greatest civilization this world has ever seen. The breath of the greatest dragon forged the iron throne, A thousand swords, swords of the vanquished, melted together to make for a very uncomfortable throne. "He chuckled softly, "It makes leaning back nearly impossible." He had inched his facer a little closer to her as he spoke. He could see her inhale as he continued speaking, inching his face closer and closer to hers, "There was Gisgar, Meraxes, Silverwing, Syrax, Urrax, Vhagor, Valryan, Vermathrex, Asovies, Archany, and Balerian the black dread." As the last name of a forgotten dragon left his lips, she could feel his breath on her face. She closed her eyes for a brief second as she felt his lips brush softly, ever so gently against hers.