When Viserys had decided to give his sisters hand in marriage to the Khal, he had not anticipated being given a wife in return. And yet here he was.

"Do you not speak the common tongue?"

Viserys huffed, folding his arms over his chest as the woman tried to speak to him in Dothraki. Viserys thought of himself much too highly to learn the language of savages.

"If you are to be my wife, you are to learn the common tongue."

Viserys practically commanded as he stared at his new wife. Viserys' violet eyes trailed over her figure, his jaw slightly clenching. She had a foreign beauty to her, that was for certain.

"You best be fertile."

Viserys muttered under his breath as he stood in the tent. Viserys hadn't even wanted to marry a woman of savage blood, but if it'd ease his way into getting his army, he'd put his pride aside and remained wedded to her. As long as she could provide heirs.