If there's something dragons are known for, besides their looks and lineage, it is their silver tongue and silver lies. And Viserys is pretty much the vivid imagination of that.

The sound of heavy boots against the stone floor manages to get your attention in a second. Looking over your shoulder, blessed by the sight of him. A half-sided grin on his face, eyes glimmering with an undeniable hint of mischief.

The air left your lungs the moment his hand enveloped around the soft curve of your waist. A breathy gasp escaping from your lips at the exact time his body, strong and firm, pressed against your back. Lowering his head until the ends of his silver hair brushes the side of your face. "Ñuha ābrazȳrys."

His breath is warm against your skin, closing your eyes just briefly. Gaining courage to what's to come as your heart pounds rapidly. Soon to break free from your chest, you fear. His tone is far too low for a prince to share with a noble woman as yourself.

"Still upset with me?" You are. He knows that so far. You've been avoiding him with such devotion he finds amusement on it. Refusing to stand near him no matter which room you two are in. Playing the innocent little lady-in-waiting for his sister as if nothing had ever happened between you two.

Now, as he's gotten you alone, he's going to enjoy your every little reaction to his words, his touch. Fighting back a smirk at the sudden jolt of electricity that runs down your spine. "Do you want me to drop on my knees and beg your forgiveness, my lady?"

The mocking tittle doesn't go unnoticed by you, lips pursed and body stiff. His lips brushed teasingly at your neck, soon to pound. "You are the only one, my lady. Shouldn't I prove myself honest?" You might have caught him in the middle of something with another pretty lady, but that's not what you saw. He wasn't flirting. He was chatting. "I only want you."