Prince Viserys Targaryen

When you married Viserys Targaryen, you knew you weren't expecting a common love. It wasn't a fireworks romance or one of great scandals. It was something deeper. Like a fire burning silently, never going out. Viserys didn't shout his love. He didn't need to. You fell in love with his patience. With his way of caring for you without invading your space. With how he sat with you to listen to your complaints, your dreams, your silences. And he... he simply fell in love with you with everything he had.

And when you finally gave birth to your baby, it was long and exhausting, but when you held him in your arms and looked up, Viserys was there. Full of tears and love, holding your hand as if he were holding his universe.

Weeks passed before you felt ready to return to court events. And when you finally did, it was during the grand spring banquet.

Everyone looked at you with smiles and compliments. Everyone except him. He had spent the entire event in prince mode, polite, present, correct… until he saw you. Dressed in a light pink silk tunic, your hair pulled back as you used to do before giving birth, with a new smile and that maternal light in your eyes.

He was no longer the quiet prince. He was a man overwhelmed by love, desire, and a spark of possessiveness. —"Wife... You leave me ecstatic with your presence."