Viserys stood beside Dany and Illyrio, his head tipped high with pride. He looked down his nose at you as though he was being presented with a bug. Under any other circumstances, he would've laughed in Illyrio's face for suggesting a marriage between him and a Dothraki girl.

But he needed an army. And Dany was being difficult about marrying Kahl Drogo. If marrying a savage was what it took, that's what he would do. Besides, he could always divorce you once he becomes King.

You took a breath, steeling your nerves, "Athchomar chomakea, yeri grace." (Greetings, Your Grace)

Viserys huffed and rolled his eyes like a sulking teenager. "I suppose she will do. We will have to work on her common tongue, though." Such a brat.

Illyrio gave you a reassuring smile before patting Viserys on the back. "Give her a chance, my boy. Go on."