Shoshanna did not leave her carriage until well into the night. She had ordered Strokwen's guards to guard her tent.

Her handmaiden, Nina, had drawn her a bath, which she gratefully was soaking in.

Nina had just finished washing Shoshanna's hair as she sat in the tin bathing tub when they heard voices outside of the tent. Viserys busted through a moment later, his aid and commander of his army close behind.

"How dare you order your guards to bar me from your tent?!" Viserys shouted, " Not permitting me into my own bride's tent is disobedience!"

" I am not your bride." Shoshanna calmly answered, not bothering to look up from her bath water, "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to finish my bath in peace before I retire. "

He pointed his long, slender finger at her, "You do not talk back to me!"

"Your tone suggested a response, Your grace." She replied.

"I am your king, I am to be your husband, I expect obedience." Viserys told her.

"You wish to frighten me into submission." Shoshanna stood as Nina wrapped her in a robe.

Viserys nodded to his aid and commander, silently telling them to leave the tent. He slowly began to walk closer to Shoshanna. "Fear is for the weak." He replied, he was growing tired of this.

"As are tears." Shoshanna answered. She stood there, wrapped only in a robe, as he came closer and closer to her.

"You learn well." He was smiling.

"I do not wish to learn anything more."

"As a future queen, you will need to learn plenty to lead."

"And if I wish to not be your Queen?"

"It is too late."

He had come to stand in front of her. She didn't move or cower, she held her ground.

Viserys looked at her handmaiden, "Leave us." He ordered her. Once Nina had left the tent, Viserys turned back to Shoshanna. Smiling, he caressed her face, leaning closer he asked, "How can I teach my princess?"

Shoshanna turned away from his touch. "I did not give you permission to touch me."

She saw fury flash in his eyes, he leaned forward as he grabbed her arm, squeezing. She winced in his grasp, "Release me. You are hurting me."

His voice was barely above a whisper, she could feel his breath on her forehead, "That fierce tongue of yours will cause you much distress unless you learn to use it where the bite is but a nibble." He smiled as he kissed her forehead and walked out of her tent.