After 2 days of almost non-stop riding, Shoshanna couldn't feel her legs anymore. They were numb and sore, her hands rubbed raw from the reign's aches with every movement, her thighs so tender, every bump caused her discomfort. She was so tired, her eyes stung from being awake for so long, her head would just wobble and she'd have to jerk to hold her head back up, causing pressure onto her neck.
When she couldn't stand it any longer, she called to Viserys who was just ahead of her.
"Viserys!" She called, her voice almost gone from exhaustion. He didn't turn. She called out a little louder, "Viserys!" Again nothing. Finally, she got his attention, when she managed to scream his name.
He looked over his shoulder as she stopped her horse and slowly made his way to her. "You screamed, my dear?" He smirked.
"Please. Viserys, please, let us stop." She begged, she knew exhaustion had taken over, she never wanted to beg him for anything.
"You are not enjoying the ride, my dear princess?" Again with a smirk. He knew what he was doing. He saw fury flash in her eyes and out in came.
"NO, I AM NOT ENJOYING THE RIDE!" She screamed. "I am tired, my legs and thighs are in horrible pain, I cannot bend my fingers, for they are swollen, my palms are on fire, and my neck hurts from jerking my head up when I fall asleep on top this bloody horse you command me to ride like I am a man in your army! No I am not enjoying the ride!" She finished, out of breath.
The young king looked at her for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"You laugh at people's pain, you order people around like they are animals, all for what?! You're sick amusement?" Shoshanna was furious, she couldn't stop the words now. "I have endured nothing but pain and agony since I laid eyes on you! My death shall be an awaited blessing!"
Viserys stopped laughing, he stopped smiling, and he sat there, high on his black stallion and stared at her for a moment before smiling which angered her farther. Calling to one of the men in his army closest to her, he ordered her to be helped down from her horse.
Almost falling into the arms of the man who helped her, she was helped to a set of rocks by the path side and gently lowered down to sit on one as Viserys dismounted his horse. Shoshanna watched his every move as he stalked towards her like a lion stalking his prey. Kneeling down in front of her, she jerked as she felt his hands on her ankles, slowly moving up her legs.
"What do you think you are doing?" Shoshanna cried.
He merely smiled, "I am going to address your pain."
"No you are not!" The nerve of him!
"How am I to help my dear princess?"
"You may help…by not touching me without my permission. Unless I am unconscious and have a rather large gaping hole in my head." She snapped angrily, "And even then if you are but the last man on this land!"
She saw fury flash in his eyes. She winced as he leaned forward, his hands squeezing her ankles, "That fierce tongue of yours will cause you much distress unless you learn to use it where the bite is enjoyable." With that he smirked, stood and walked back to his horse.
She sat there and tried to gather her thoughts to prepare for more riding. She thought about throwing one of the rocks at his head, but she didn't have the strength to lift it.
Viserys rode his horse to her and dismounted.
Great, more of him, she thought to herself.
"Ride with me. It will do nothing for your thighs or legs, but you may find relief in your hands." He told her.
"Ride with you?" She asked, disgusted and surprised.
"You would like to walk?"
"No, I would like to walk." Shoshanna stood up, feeling the pain and ignoring it, "I will continue on my horse."
"My dear, I did not ask. Your choice is ride with me or walk." Viserys snapped as he held out his hand to her.
She sighed as she took his outstretched hand. After he helped her onto his horse, he swung himself up behind her, he reached his arms around her waist to grab the reigns.
Once the horde had continued, she quickly let him know her displeasure. "I don't see how this helps. It is hindering us both and I don't think it is proper. Your Grace." She told him.
"It would not be if you were to accompany of my men." He replied, pushing her hair behind her shoulder." I am king. No one questions me." He leaned forward, close to her ear. "Are you not enjoying my company?"
"By the gods, what gave you that idea?" Shoshanna snapped.
"That-"
"Yes I know. That fierce tongue of mine will cause me much distress." She interrupted.
They rode in silence until Viserys spoke. "Do try and relax, princess. You are making this much more uncomfortable than what it should be." He snapped, annoyed. "You act as if you've never been close to a man before."
Shoshanna bit her lip to stop the quick remark that was threatening to escape but instead stated simply, "I am unsure as to how many princess you have held in your company, Your Grace, but I do not spend my time being close to men."
"Really?" He asked as if he was surprised.
"King Viserys, what are you implying? That I am not innocent?!" She almost shouted.
He kissed her neck, chuckling when she jerked away, "Pure perhaps, but far from innocent. Very far from innocent."
"I wish to ride my own horse now." She demanded.
"I have you my dear. I do not intend to let you go." He answered.
"She sleeps." Viserys' aide commented riding beside the young king.
"Even the spiteful lest creatures need rest." Viserys answered keeping his voice low.
His aid chuckled.
Shoshanna stirred. She had indeed fallen asleep. Her forehead rested against the young king's neck. Looking around as she awoke, she was careful to avoid his eyes. He felt her tense and knew she was fully awake now. "Sleep well, my dear?" He asked.
Shoshanna mumbled her answer earning a laugh from the young king. "Are we stopping soon?" She couldn't wait to be off of a horse, out of his company and out of his arms.
Viserys nodded his head in the direction they were heading. She could barely make out the tents, but she faintly heard the sounds. "Who are they?"
"Dothraki." Came his simple answer.
"Vezhof." Shoshanna mumbled. It was one of very few words she knew in the Dothraki language.
Viserys looked at her, first with anger, then surprise took place in his lilac eyes, "Well my dear you are just full of surprises." He smiled a tight smile.
He never cared for the Dothraki. He had sold his sister for Khal Drogo's army. He supposed everything was well now that he had his throne, the army, and his sister was deeply in love with the Khal. He respected, no respected was a strong word, he tolerated the Dothraki.
