The bloodriders danced and cheered around the fire. The sun had set long ago, a dark blanket of stars settling over the tribe. The air was heavy with the scent of alpha Dothraki as they all picked and claimed themselves an omega. Viserys stood off to the side with his head held high, silvery curls beginning to fall out of the ponytail Dany had tied it into. He could feel the leering stares of the men as they passed him.

An omega as well as a Beggar King. They could all smell it on him.

Viserys' scent was always sharp. The bitter, citrus scent of anger and an underlying loneliness. He couldn't help but squirm as some of the bolder men tried coming right up to him, seeking to rub their alpha scent onto him.

He wasn't dumb. Viserys knew they didn't actually want to claim him as a genuine mate. They just wanted a new way to humilate him.