Viserys' eyes locked with yours as you climbed into the bath with him, a small smirk of amusement on his lips. Viserys gave a hum of approval as you began to scrub his flesh.

"Such gentle hands."

Viserys teased, his head tilting back to rest against the wooden tub. Viserys ran a hand through your hair affectionately before he clicked his tongue.

"When I take back my Throne, perhaps I shall keep you as a paramour."

Viserys murmured, looking you up and down observantly. You have served him well enough, and he wasn't about to cast you aside the moment he became King. Unless you made a dire mistake of course.

"I'd shower you in the greatest riches. Spoiling you like your a prized hound."

Viserys chuckled, tilting his head as he felt you shift your position. Viserys felt a bit generous and began to scrub your skin in return, his hands gliding over your flesh to remove the dirt that may have formed on it.