"Your disobedience is quite the annoyance." Viserys told Shoshanna through clenched teeth as he refilled his wine goblet.

Shoshanna sat there and said nothing. He was drunk, he started drinking shortly after the wedding ceremony had began and hadn't stopped. She was sure he would pass out before the day was over, but he just kept drinking. Now she sat alone with him in his tent. This was to be the wedding night, the night they were to become husband and wife.

He came to stand in front of her, draining the contents of his goblet before he spoke, "Undress." His words not slurred a bit.

"What?" She asked, surprised at his abruptness.

"I said undress." He repeated.

She sat there, unmoving, her heart racing.

"A queen obeys her king." Viserys told her.

"I am not your Queen." She whispered.

"In this land, by Dothraki law, you are." He replied.

She looked up at him to meet his gaze. "I will not be your queen until we enter Westeroes. I wish to return to my own tent now. Your Grace." She spat.

"I am not finished with you!" He shouted, startling her. "Stand." He commanded.

Pushing her chair back slowly, she stood.

"Undress." He commanded once more.

"No." She whispered, fearing what would happen next.

Viserys slammed his goblet onto the table and slapped her hard across the cheek, "You do not want to wake the dragon." He threatened.

Shoshanna clutched her face as tears began to fill her eyes.

"You wish to disobey me, to challenge the King!" He reached down, his hand on the handle of his sword.

Seeing he had gripped his sword, Shoshanna said, "If you touch me, I will scream. Strokwen's guard will come."

Viserys stepped back and laughed. An evil laugh, one Shoshanna had never heard. She watched him as he walked to the back of the tent, bending down to pick up what appeared to be a large sack. Still chuckling, he made his way to the table before her and opened it. Emptying the contents onto the table. Five head spilled out of the sack, landing on the table with a disgusting plop. Strokwen's guard.

Shoshanna screamed and stepped away quickly, clutching her stomach as she felt the feast she had earlier at the back of her throat.

"No one will come. Scream. No one will care. You are mine. No one will save you." He laughed again, a proud look on his face at his victory over the guard played through his mind and the repulsed look she had given.

She tried to run past him, but he reached out and grabbed her, holding her by the arm, he unsheathed his sword quickly, bringing it to her neck. "You needn't make this unpleasant, my dear queen." He caressed her cheek with the sword. Turning her head to try and move away from the cold steel biting into her flesh, he tightened his hold on her.

Looking at him, she became still for a moment. He smiled, thinking he had won as she slowly reached up and moved the sword away from her face, he was proven wrong when she spat in his face.

He swore at her as he slapped her down to the hard ground. He wiped his face as he knelt down when she sat up. Pointing the sword at her nose, he said, "You, my dear, have two choices. You may continue to fight and it will just be more satisfying when you concede, or you may surrender yourself now."

"I would rather die!" Shoshanna shouted.

He stood, kicking her as he walked to the table. Drinking from the bottle now instead of his goblet, he had his back to her as he spoke, "You have woken the dragon." Walking back over to her, he slapped her hard across the cheek again. This time she felt the blood trickle down her chin.

She screamed as he pulled her to her feet, "Let go of me."

Viserys slapped her again, knocking her back onto the bed where he climbed atop her and began to pull and claw at her dress.

She tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He held her arms above her head and he smashed his lips against hers. She bit his lip and earned another slap across the face.

"Stop! Please!" Shoshanna screamed. She couldn't take it anymore. She would concede. She felt his movements stilled as he heard her begging. He had won. He knew he would win. "Please, I beg of you. Stop."

He hold on her wrists loosened.

"No more please. You can have me. A queen you shall have, you can have me, but please, please, not like this." She pleaded.

He looked at her as he released her arms. Placing them on his chest, she repeated, "A Queen you shall have."

"Say it again." He demanded. The stench of wine strong on his breath.

"You may have me. A Queen you shall have." She closed her eyes. "I won't fight."

He smiled, kissing her lightly on the forehead, he moved off of her, "That's a good girl." He motioned for her to stand.

She knew he wanted to watch her undress. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, a mixture of blood and tears, she turned her back to his smug smiling face, she stepped out of her slippers, then she shakily undid the clasps on her shoulders, letting her dress fall to the ground, stepping out of it, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears.

"Turn around." Viserys commanded.

Shielding her breasts with her arms, she slowly turned around to face him. He stood and made his way to her, like a lion stalking his prey or rather a dragon.

He reached out and moved her arms, inhaling sharply as he touched her breast, "It is a shame, and you must hide your body under so much clothing, my dear. You have such a beautiful one." He complimented her. Reaching around to place his hand on the small of her back, he pressed, arching her back and her breasts towards him. "You mustn't slouch."

He suddenly dropped his hands away from her body and stepped back. He moved behind her, she could hear him unclasp his belt and lay it beside his sword. She heard his clothing hit the ground by her dress.

She jumped when she felt his breath on her neck. His hands slowly moving up and down her arms, soon moving to her back, where he trailed his fingertips up and down her spine. He pulled the two silver combs from her hair, letting the long dark curls fall free, spilling down her back. Moving the dark tresses he continued to caress her back, before running a hand through her hair, tightening his grip on her hair, he pulled her head back, trailing kisses from her neck to her ear. He turned her around. Tilting her chin up, he asked, "No tears?"

"Tears are for the weak." Shoshanna whispered, her voice breaking at the end.

Viserys smiled, "You are like a horse, my dear queen. Wild and free and tough until you are broken." He leaned forward, his lips barely brushing hers, "You will come to love me, Shoshanna." He kissed her hard.

She could feel his tongue tracing her lips, begging to come into her mouth. He tightened his hold on her hair, making her open her mouth, his tongue quickly sought hers.

Pushing her back until he felt the bed behind her, he reached his arm out to the support their weight as he lowered her onto the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut when he began to kiss her neck, not stopping until he reached her breasts. Trailing his fingertips down her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach to the nest of black curls between her thighs.

"You despise me, yet your body speaks a different tale." He said, pleased her body was reacting this way to his touch.

Shoshanna turned her face from him, she hated herself, she tried to fight him, and she tried not to feel his touch. She had never know a touch like his before, she screamed for her body to stop, she begged it to.

She gasped when he fit one slender finger inside of her. Her breath quickened as his movement did. She grabbed onto his shoulder as he repositioned himself, feeling his considerable length pressing into her. Crying out at the sharp pain, she was no longer a young girl, she was now a woman. Now a Queen. His Queen.

He stilled allowing her to adjust around his manhood and the moment of pain to subside, he kissed her as he began to move. Shoshanna pushed on his chest, "Viserys…"

"Yes, my Queen?" He kissed her jawline.

"Viserys…"

"Shoshanna, my dear, hate me in the morning, if you would like, if you must, but now, now let us have this moment." He softly answered.

Wrapping her legs around his, she felt him bury a smile into her shoulder as he kissed it.

From that moment on, they were lost in each other until the sun threatened to awake and bring her back to hating him.