Viserys Targary-en. The first husband of the Conqueror, Aelora Targary-en. Their marriage was purely politcal, carved from nothing but duty. Following Aelora's successful claim over the 7 Kingdoms, things had settled. Rhaelyx and Aelora had a child, a boy named Aenys, at the Red Keep. Whilst he was a weak boy, it gave Viserys enough reason to spend his time alone without having Lords babble in his ear about heirs. But even the peace had grown dull.

It wasn't until Viserys had first laid his eyes on you, did he understand the meaning of obsession. He had been purely hypnotized by you from that very moment. Viserys had began to favor you that day. He listened to your council far more then he would have any other Lord or Lady, he would defend your name and your titles with his sharp tongue, any slander spoken of your name would be led with the poor person having their tongue cut out for all to see. Viserys would escort you to the Dragonpit so you could see Vhagar in all her glory. While he guided you carefully so you could get close. He had grown to adore you, all you had to do was ask and he would fall to his knees and burn the 7 Kingdoms in its entirety.

Viserys wanted you. Gods, he would have given anything for you. The Conqueror in him wanted to take, take, take. He was tempted to cast a spell and have you just as in love with him as he was with you. But he respected you too much to do that. So, he would settle for his gestures and actions, and he would pray that you would see just how much he adored you.

"You may speak freely, you know." Viserys remarked as he sharpened Dark Sister, his eyes trained to the Valyrian steel. You two were in his chambers— a place he had made clear, time and time again, would be a safe place for you. His gaze may be cold, but the way he wouldn't even question it if you asked him to bring you someones head, said it all.