I promised a while ago that I would write an imagine where Viserys was his usual self, and finally I think I have found a story that fits. Hope you enjoy.🐲😈

Viserys didn't like being in Pentos. Despite the hospitality that magister Illyrio Mopatis was showing he and his two sisters, all Viserys wanted was the men that Khal Drogo would give him for his youngest sister, and then to leave the Free Cities to journey back to Westeros with his other sister close to his side.

Viserys had been disgusted and angered when Illyrio had informed him that Drogo wanted (Y/n) as his Khaleesi, believing that she was the sister that Viserys was more than happy to sell for an army, a suggestion that Viserys had made more than clear to the magister, was the furthest thing from the truth. And now, despite Drogo's protests, Dany was to become the Dothraki leader's wife in just a matter of days.

Viserys watched as his two sisters walked and talked together, the two enjoying the surroundings, and the warm breezes that were blowing through their hair. As much as Viserys knew that Dany was beautiful, there was just something about (Y/n) that captivated him. She was truly breathtaking, not only in appearance, but also in word and deed, and to Viserys she had been sent by the gods, just for him.

Even though she was younger than her brother, the head of House Targaryen had to admit to himself that without (Y/n) by his side, he and Dany may never have survived all those long years of begging on the streets of the Free Cities.

Like their older brother Rhaegar, (Y/n) was intelligent, kind and charismatic, with a good heart and an aura that had drawn many to her, a fact that had caused Viserys much distress, as she had turned the head of many a man that they had come across, the dragon determining, even from a young age, that (Y/n) would be his queen, and like his father and ancestors before them, he too would marry his sister.

He had grown angry with Dany when she had refused to marry the Khal, stating that it was in fact (Y/n) that he had wanted; but when he had retorted with the comment that he would let her be raped by all forty thousand of Drogo's men and their horses if it meant getting his throne back, Dany knew that he had left out the part about also keeping (Y/n) with him, and from that moment she knew that any further protest would fall on deaf ears.

Dany was well aware of her brother's feelings for (Y/n), even though her older sister seemed to be oblivious to the fact that Viserys was determined to have her, not only by his side, but also in his bed.

"What are you thinking about?" (Y/n) asked, looking at Dany, her older sister shaking her from her thoughts.

"Nothing (Y/n). Really its nothing." Dany replied sadly, as she tried to smile.

"Now Daenerys Targaryen, you know that you have never been able to lie to me. I can always tell when something is bothering you. So just tell me." (Y/n) said, stopping dead in her tracks and taking her sisters face into her hands.

"I don't want to marry Drogo. I don't want to be sold for the price of an army." Dany said sadly, as she turned her gaze from her sister's eyes to the floor.

"I am so sorry, Dany. I know that I was the one that Drogo wanted; I know it should be me that must marry him. To be truthful, I am not sure why Viserys would be forcing you to take my place; but I have a feeling that being with Drogo won't be the worst thing in the world. I know the Dothraki have some very strange customs, and are not like us; but soon you will be a queen, and I know that you will be a great one, and I am also sure that your new people will come to love you a great deal." (Y/n) told Dany, as she kissed her sister gently on the forehead.

"I just wish that I could remain with you to see my prophecy come true." (Y/n) said, Dany's eyes instantly moving from the floor to her sister's face.

"You can't leave me (Y/n). You said that you would stay." Dany protested, as (Y/n) turned and pulled Dany along, forcing her sister to once again walk by her side.

"I know I said that I would stay, but Viserys has insisted that I must journey with him and the men that Drogo gives him, back to Westeros. I have a terrible feeling that he has found someone else to sell me to in hopes that he will get even more men for his army." (Y/n) said sadly, as Dany turned to look at her in disbelief.

"How can you be so wise, yet so blind, (Y/n)? Viserys has no intention whatsoever of selling you to anyone for anything. Sometimes I am sure that you are even more important to him than the Iron Throne itself. The reason why he wants you to go with him, is because he is determined to make you his. That is why I am to marry Drogo and not you. He wants you to be his wife, to rule by his side and give him the pure blood heirs that he so desires." Dany declared, her older sister seemingly shocked by her outburst.

"I have no intention of being our brother's wife. If I am honest, I have no intention of following Viserys at all; but I can't stay here. I don't belong here Dany, I don't belong in King's Landing or anywhere else Viserys wishes to take me. I want to go out on my own, find a life that is just mine, a love that is just mine. I care not for status or gold, for land or title, all I want is to love and be loved, and if that means that I marry the simplest man in the whole world, as long as I am happy I don't care." (Y/n) said, a small tear rolling down her cheek as the thought of leaving both her siblings finally hit home.

"But never mind that for now. For now, we are to prepare for your wedding, and we are going to make it the most wonderful day that we can." (Y/n) announced, attempting to sound as happy as she could, as the two sisters walked back into Illyrio's great manse.

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(Y/n) looked out of the windows into the night sky, her mind going over and over what Dany had told her earlier. I was true that she loved Viserys, he was her older brother, and the pair had been through so many hardships together. And even though to most her brother was seen as cruel, arrogant, sadistic and temperamental, to her, he had never been anything but loving and kind.

"My lady Targaryen. I thought that you would be resting; but I must admit that you look more than beautiful in the moonlight. It would appear that she is shining just for you." Illyrio said softly, as he joined (Y/n).

"You are far too kind Illyrio. And may I ask why you find yourself here at such an hour." (Y/n) asked with a soft chuckle, as the magister took her hand and kissed it gently.

"I was actually looking for your brother. Just one or two things about your sister's wedding to the Khal; but finding you is so much nicer." Illyrio told her, the older man moving a little closer.

"You know. I can understand why your brother protested when Drogo had demanded your hand and not your sisters. I can understand why he would want to keep you close. I can understand why................"

"If you can understand, then may I suggest that you take your hands from my sister, Mopatis." The angry voice of Viserys calling out, interrupting the magister.

"(Y/n). I think that it is time that I escort you to your room for the night. The magister is finished here." Viserys growled, as he took (Y/n)'s hand from the shocked Mopatis, and pulled her out of the room.

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"Why did you let him touch you, (Y/n)? You know that I don't like it when men touch you." Viserys hissed as he pushed (Y/n) into the room and over to the bed.

"He was being polite, and he was actually after you, not me. And he was only kissing my hand Viserys, it was nothing more." (Y/n) replied angrily, as she glared at her older brother.

"It may start innocently, but I assure you that he was after much more. I have seen how men look at you, what they want to do with you. And I will not allow it." Viserys said, as he pulled (Y/n) up from the bed and into his arms.

"And what is wrong with a man wanting to touch me, to love me? I am a woman, and I want to be loved. And who are you to say that a man can't want to do something more with me?" (Y/n) asked, extracting herself from her brother's vice like hold.

"Everything is wrong with that. EVERYTHING! Because you belong to me (Y/n). No man is to love you unless that man is me, no man is to touch you unless that man is me. You are no ones but mine. And tonight, I will show you, my dear sister what love truly is." Viserys growled, as he grabbed hold of (Y/n) and pushed her back onto the bed, holding her in place with one hand as he used the other to pull up her gown.

"You will follow me to Westeros. You will be with me when I get back the Iron Throne from that fat, murdering, rebellious, bastard, Robert Baratheon. I will marry you in the Great Sept of Baelor, and we will have pure blood heirs that will rule for a thousand years. The first of which I intend to put into you tonight." Viserys groaned, as he sheathed himself in the flesh of his sister. Her lewd moans driving him wild with lust, as he made sure that (Y/n) would be no ones but his.