She could feel Viserys fuming beside her. She didn’t risk glancing to confirm her suspicions. His grip on her wrist had grown rigid, painful even, as he pulled her behind him.
He threw open the first set of doors they came to, ignoring the pleas of Danaerys behind them. Shoving his bride into the room, he turned back to his younger sister. “I hope it was worth it, you wretch!”
She caught one last glimpse of her sister’s face- shining with tears- before Viserys slammed the door shut, sealing the two in the small bedroom. For a moment, it seemed as though he intended to punish her with silence. Y/N watched firmly, fear beginning to coil within her. She had never seen him quite this angry. Reflexively, she spoke. “I’m sorry.”
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