@verbatimsfm // viserys ♡ ' d
AS HE ENTERS , eyes that still glow terrible and red from the flames they oft gaze into lift to meet his . they hold there , steady , for only a moment or two before she dips her head low in something similar to respect . what had the magister called him ; a king ? a dragon ? the boy before her seems neither , but the coin that had passed from illyrio’s hand to hers still sits heavy in her purse .
“ I HAVE PRAYED to r’hllor for a glimpse of your reign , but he shows me only fire and gold . ” with that , she moves closer to him until she begins to grow dizzy from his perfumes . closer still she leans until her cheek presses to his and her lips brush against the shell of his ear .
“ BE CAREFUL what you wish for , your grace . not all crowns are fit for a king . ”