Viserys' eye twitched as he stared at his sister-wife, fury building in his chest at her failure to complete was believed to be simple tasks. Viserys' hand launched out and grabbed her tightly by the face.

"I am the dragon, and I am your husband. If I tell you to do something, I expect it done! You're lucky I didn't marry Daenerys instead of you, then you'd go off to marry some grimy man of Essos."

Viserys sneered, pulling her face closer until it was inches from his. Viserys' was having one of his fits again, and his eyes looked ever madened.

"But, I didn't. Because I love you, sister. And I wish only the best for you, and I, I am the best for you."

Viserys suddenly loosened his grip on her face, his voice a soft and gentle murmur before he let go of her face all together and instead wrapped an arm around her waist.

It was terrifying how Viserys could go from more enraged than a wounded dragon than back to smiling like a lovestruck Prince in seconds.

Viserys pressed a soft kiss to his sister-wife's forehead and rested his forehead against hers, his gaze locked with hers.