Shoshanna's head was spinning with the many thoughts that ran through her mind. The young king proved to be a complicated man indeed. Walking out of her tent that morning, she had a look of displeasure upon her face. She was not looking forward to another day in that blasted carriage. She thought she was not looking forward to another day with Viserys, but if he acted that way last night with her all of the time, was life as his queen really going to be all that rough?
She sighed heavily as thought to her. It wasn't just another day, it was a new life. She had better decide if she was going to be difficult or if she was finally going to accept what was to be her future. Her mother always told her to look at the best of every situation and to try and see the good in everyone, but was there good inside Viserys Targaryen?
Oh, how she wanted a different life. One much farther north that where she was headed. It would have been a cold one, but in weather only. She knew her nights would be warm as she lay beside the man she truly loved.
Shaking her head as she pushed away the thoughts, she made her way to her carriage and saw it was being unloaded. She asked one of Viserys' men what was happening. He didn't answer.
Raising her voice slightly, she asked again and again was met with no response.
"What is going on? Why are you unloading my carriage? Who ordered this?" She shouted, and knew who had issued the order. Viserys.
The leader of the guard her father had sent stepped up and answered her, "King Viserys ordered it, M'lady. He feels that we are losing too much time and that it may be faster if the carriage was left behind and you were to ride a horse for the rest of the journey."
"How long to Westeros?" She asked.
"At least four days." He replied.
"I cannot ride a horse for that long!" Shoshanna shouted, angrily, "I am a woman. No woman rides for that long!"
The leader of Strokwen guard merely shook his head.
"You shall walk if it pleases you." Viserys told her as he walked up from behind the carriage.
Shoshanna flashed him an angry glare before turning to look elsewhere, anywhere but him.
"No quick retort? Has that fierce tongue of yours been captured, my dear princess?" A smile playing on the corners of his mouth as he made his way to her. He now stood in front of her as he reached up to caress her cheek.
The moment she felt his warm fingers touch her cheek, she jerked away, breaking the contact. "You surprise me, my dear." He told her, "This was not the reaction I was met with last night at my touch."
She said nothing as she tilted her head up to meet his violet eyes. This was the side of him she didn't like. Annoyance flashed in his eyes. "Again I ask has that fierce tongue of yours been captured." He reached up to caress her cheek once more.
She didn't jerk away this time; instead she narrowed her eyes at him.
He leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to her mouth. "Perhaps a dragon has captured it." He whispered huskily, grabbing a handful of her hair and pushing her to him as he slammed his mouth against hers, His tongue forcefully making his way through the barriers of her lips to search for hers.
She screamed against him, reaching up to push him away, she did the only thing she could think of and bit down. Hard.
Shoving her back, the young king grabbed at his mouth, spitting blood and cursing. "You will pay for that!" He shouted, stepping forward.
The leader of Strokwen guard stepped forward, "Your Grace, we are wasting time. We should be on our way." His attempt to distract the young King had worked.
Viserys took a step back, still angrily glaring at Shoshanna. Fury was written all over his face. She could feel his anger. He turned on his heel and walked away.
Shoshanna breathed a sigh of relief and offered a hushed thank you to the guard who showed her the way to their horse she was to ride for the rest of their journey.
