Viserys couldn't help but smile, as he made his way into the bedroom. The maids all curtsying, as they saw the king; his eyes widening as he looked at the young woman who was sat waiting for him, in the bed. His bride......his new wife. (Y/n) Hightower.

After the death of Aemma and his son, Viserys had to confess that he had felt lost; he wanting nothing more than to be left alone, to be given time to grieve for those that he had lost, like anyone else. But he wasn't anyone else, he was not just a normal man; he was the king, and since the day that his wife and child had been sent to the gods, there had been a push for him to marry again; for him to find a new wife that would hopefully be able to give him that long sought after son. And despite his heart still being heavy, he had been unable to do anything but agree with the push from his small council. Yet when Coryls had offered his young daughter, Laena, Viserys had found himself distressed by the notion of marrying one so young, even though he knew it would further strengthen the bond between the two Valyrian families; that it would bring together the dragons and the Velaryon fleet. Though if not her......who? The kings mind only able to think of Alicent Hightower, who had been so kind to him since Aemma and Baelon's deaths. But when he had been about to announce his intention to take the young Hightower as his wife, a contingent had arrived from Oldtown; a contingent that brought with it, the oldest daughter of Otto Hightower. And from the moment that his Hand had introduced Viserys to his child, the king knew that he was lost; her beauty, her smile, the look in her eyes, drawing the king to her. His body reacting to her touch, as he had taken her hand and brought it up to his lips, to kiss. Viserys having no idea why Otto would leave this daughter in Oldtown and only bring Alicent to Kings Landing with him, he did not know; but now that she had come to the capital, the king was determined to get to know her. To spend as much time with (Y/n) Hightower as he could; and so, he had. Viserys finding his days filled with walking with (Y/n) in the gardens; and his nights, the older Hightower daughter, taking the place of her sister in reading and listening to him as he spoke of his concerns and his loss. It during this time that Viserys had come to see that not only was the lady a beauty, but she was also smart, funny and kind. The king always happier after he had been able to spend even just a few moments with (Y/n); his desire for her growing with every smile and touch of her hand. The eldest son of Baelon and Aylssa Targaryen, unable to fight his growing need for her any longer, as she had sat and read him the histories of Old Valyria, one evening. Viserys getting to his feet and pulling her into his arms; his lips crashing into hers. The king delighting in the fact that she did not pull away; that she did not appear to be offended by his actions. A moan leaving him, when she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth; allowed him to whisper his wants and desires into her ear, as his hands roamed her form. Viserys wishing that he could have her naked, and in his bed, then and there. Yet he knew he had to wait, that he would only take her when she was his wife. The king declaring the next day his intention to wed the lady; and now here they were, husband and wife. A smile coming to his lips, as the new queen told her maids to leave them.

"Your grace.........."

"(Y/n), there is no need for such formalities, you are my wife, it is Viserys........" The king chuckled, as he removed his heavy outer robe and let it fall to the floor, with a soft thud. His cock hardening instantly, as (Y/n) pushed back the linens on the bed and crawled towards him; he able to see her body beneath the almost sheer night gown that she wore. Viserys smile growing wider as she blushed at his obvious arousal; sure, that if he did not find himself inside her soon, he might just lose his mind. And given that she was now helping him to remove his own nightwear, only pushed him more to give into the lust that had consumed him since their first meeting. The king actually tearing at her nightgown, as she knelt on the bed in front of him, before allowing his hands to take her now bare breasts. Her moans, her pleading for him to take her; to truly make her his, permitting him to finally unleash the longing, the fire, the primal urge that he felt for her. To discover how it felt to be inside her; to have his seed fill her. (Y/n) falling back onto the bed, as Viserys pushed her; his tongue darting out to lick his lips, as her legs fell open and he saw his prize. It obvious from the glisten on the skin of her inner thighs, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and he would happily give her everything that she wanted. The king joining his new bride on the bed, his body finding its place between her legs; Viserys whispering sweet words to her, as he slowly pushed himself inside her and became her first, her only. The room filling with the sounds of their love as the grandson of old Jaehaerys took his new queen; showed her what it was to not only be pleasured by a man, but by a dragon, a king. And hopefully before the night was out, the possibility of a new heir.