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."

Viserys rolled his eyes so hard he swore something popped. He offered her his arm with an annoyed snort. The sight made you smile despite it all. It was like seeing a stray mutt snap and snarl despite eating every scrap out of your hand. No matter how angry he was about marrying who he saw as a wild beast, he had no other choice.

At least you'd look acceptable in Westerosi silks.