Viserys stared in stunned offense as this Dothraki savage had the nerve to drag him out of his sister's tent after he was giving her a proper scolding.

"You do not touch me, savage."

Viserys snapped at the Dothraki man, his hand launching to the sword at his hip which he unsheathed and pointed at the Dothraki man.

"The next time you touch me, shall be the moment you lose your hand."

Viserys spoke through gritted teeth, his posture straightened and proud. Viserys looked dumbfounded as the Dothraki man began to laugh at him.

"What.... What are you guffawing about, savage!?"

Viserys yelled out, his grip on his sword faltering as he felt a sense of humiliation wash over him. He didn't even know what the Dothraki man was laughing about and he already felt humiliated!