The flickering candlelight gave the room a serene atmosphere. Viserys allowed himself to give up the tension in his muscles and focus on the eyes of the queen. His queen. The one he would help to claim her rightful seat on the Iron Throne. Yes, it was about time for a woman to sit the Iron Throne. In his first life, he didn't succeed in letting his beloved daughter rule as the first queen of Westeros. This time, he wouldn't allow anyone to stand in Daenerys' way. Not only because she was the last Targaryen, but also because of who she was as a person. Her smiles lit up his days, his thoughts, his world. He had no doubts that with good advisors, she would make a kind and good queen.
"Why did you summon me to your chambers so late at night, my queen? You know I am always happy to help whenever I can, but you need to rest."
Daenerys shook her head, giving him one of her kindest smiles which seemed to be solely reserved for him lately. "You don't need to worry about me, Viserys. I'm not tired, and I know that you don't sleep very well, so I should rather be concerned about you." And, truly: Visible concern appeared in her eyes as she frowned and cupped one of his cheeks with the soft palm of her hand. "I need your counsel. And I need you. I summoned you because I was worried and wanted to speak in private."
He cleared his throat, the sensation of her hand on his cheek sending shivers down his spine. It was true, he was often plagued by nightmares. But with the image of Daenerys in his mind, they slowly started getting better.
"We will break the wheel together, one day."
"So it will be, my queen."
Viserys bowed his head before her, a gentle smile gracing his lips. Before he could fully get his head back up again, he felt a warm pair of lips against his own. She was soft and sweet, and tasted of honey and fruits. The kiss lasted merely a few seconds, and yet it made him feel more alive than ever before in this new life.
"I'm sorry", he mumbled.
Daenerys grinned, shaking her head slowly as her fingertips brushed a strand of silver hair behind his ear. "Ikissedyou, not the other way around. What are you apologizing for? And I wouldn't change a thing. I would do it again, and again, and again." Her grin began to fade as soon as she noticed the troubled look in his eyes. "What is it, Viserys?"
He placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb drawing circles across the skin of her jawline. "One day, you will be ruling the Seven Kingdoms as their queen. And you will do it together with a suitable husband. A husband that you love and that loves you."
The genuine hurt in her eyes made his heart ache with pain. She was so strong, one of the strongest women he had ever seen. In that, she reminded him of Aemma.
"But I do love you, Viserys. And I have done so for years. I have loved you since you were there for me after Khal Drogo's and Rhaego's death. Maybe I even loved you before that, when you accompanied me to the Dothraki and told me stories of Balerion and Vhagar and how it feels to ride a dragon. Perhaps a part of me was always destined to love you, and everything I lost was the price I had to pay to get to this point. Do you not love me?"
Tears had begun to form in her eyes by now, and it took every last bit of Viserys' willpower to not look away. Her voice sounded broken. He had never heard her like that, his strong and willful queen.
"I do love you."
For a second, he thought that her smile would melt him, and before he was able to think anything else, her slender arms wrapped around his neck and her lips once again found his. He returned the kiss this time, slow and gentle, yet deepening with every second their mouths were one. When their lips parted, Daenerys let her forehead rest against his. Viserys felt her warm breath on his skin. "Then we will rule Westeros together, as king and queen. You will be my most trusted advisor and head of the Small Council, and I will be your queen and loving wife."
Viserys took a sharp breath. Without realizing it, he had put his hand on the back of her head, as if his subconsciousness wanted to protect her. "I'm afraid I cannot be what you want me to be, Daenerys. I am an old man, and you are still so young and need someone who is more fit to be your husband."
"I don't care about your age. And who would be more fitting than you? You are a true Targaryen, just like me. A just king with the blood of Old Valyria."
She had always believed him. When the others, especially her now-deceased brother, mocked him for being a madman, Daenerys believed his story. Her brother allowed him to travel with them because 'the lowborn Viserys', as he had liked to call him, knew a lot and was fun to have around as a kind of court jester. Yet, everyone saw that he did not have the features of a lowborn man. And everyone heard that he knew things he shouldn't be able to know. Some of them still seemed suspicious of him, but in the end, all accepted him for the sake of their queen. Ser Jorah Mormont appeared especially suspicious, although Viserys was beginning to think that this was mainly the case because of the beaming smiles his 'Khaleesi' gave him, even in public. "I made mistakes", Viserys whispered, remembering Aemma's screams, "terrible mistakes."
"We all do. I know, and I forgive you, even if you cannot forgive yourself."
He sighed and took a step back while one of his hands rubbed his temple. "I have already robbed one girl of a life filled with happiness by using her as a broodmare and believing that was what she wanted. Instead, she was instructed to do so. I didn't want to see it, I was so blind, and then it was too late."
Daenerys took his hand in hers and, without allowing him to protest in any way, guided him over to the chair in which she gently pushed him. In the same movement, she sat down on his lap and allowed her head to sink into the crook of his neck. "It's all different now. Don't you see? No one is instructing me. I summoned you to my chambers. I asked you to be my husband. And, on the blood of Old Valyria, I will never be anyone's broodmare. You are not robbing me of my happiness, Vis. You are my happiness."
"Just as you are mine." The usage of that nickname - no one had ever called him anything like that before - made his body almost explode with warmth and heat and desire, and Daenerys felt as much from underneath her where she sat on his lap. Her eyes never leaving his, her fragile fingers stroked the expanding fabric between his legs. He shiftened in his seat, letting out a low grunt. Daenerys stood up from his lap a bit to open his pants and grasp his erection with her fingers. She let them slide along his tip, then across his full length. His sounds alone made her shiver with anticipation. She collected the shimmering drops of precum with her thumb, then tasted him in her mouth.
He watched her in awe, as if she was a goddess, just letting it happen and not allowing his mind another thought. Lifting up her dress, she positioned herself on top of him and slowly sat down on him, allowing him to fill her up completely, inch by inch. His moan when he entered her was almost animalistic. The sound of a true dragon, she thought, and began to move her hips slowly, giving in to her own moans and desire. He moved with her, as if their bodies were performing a dance they had always been made for. He leaned his head back on the chair, getting more forceful with each and every thrust, and before he knew what he was doing, he had lifted her up and carried her to the gigantic table in the room. With one arm, he wiped away everything that stood on the table which allowed him to place Daenery's back right on top of it. Pleasantly surprised, she responded with a gasp, followed by a loud moan. That position allowed him to enter her as deep as he could, and he felt her clench around him, sending him over the edge as well. Underneath him, she screamed his name with lust as he filled her up with his seed, moaning and grunting and gripping her hips so hard that he would for sure leave some marks. Still riding out his orgasm, he almost didn't notice the door being burst open.
"Khaleesi!", a familiar voice roared in the doorframe. "Khaleesi, I heard you scream, are you al-... OH." Ser Jorah the Andal stood across the room, just a few feet away from where their bodies were still united. At first, he was so stunned that he even forgot to turn around as Viserys slipped out of Daenerys, standing before Jorah in his full glory. Only then, the knight quickly turned his back to his Khaleesi and that man who claimed to be a reborn king. Viserys could almost hear him grind his teeth. "I am sorry, Khaleesi", he mumbled through clenched teeth. "I thought you were in danger. I didn't mean to... interrupt."
Daenerys did her best to hold back a chuckle when her eyes met those of Viserys, both of their gazes filled with amusement. "It is alright, Ser Jorah, and I thank you for your concern, but you can go back to sleep now", she finally answered. As Ser Jorah nodded, closed the doors and made his way back to his own bedchamber, he could've sworn he heard a low and a high chuckle from behind.
