"You beast!"
"How dare you? How dare you!"
Viserys glared, his eyes blazing with fury. Half a year of labor in Dorne had turned his slightly pudgy body into solid muscle, and his enormous fists cut through the air with terrifying force.
One punch left Daemon seeing stars and staggering. If he had not spent the past six months abstaining from sex and doing hard labor with his dragon to restore his body to its peak, that blow might have knocked him unconscious.
The second punch gave Daemon a black eye. His head buzzed, his mind went blank, and he collapsed onto his backside.
Viserys seized the opportunity to straddle Daemon and began slapping him with both hands. The blows cracked out one after another, turning Daemon's handsome, rakish face into a swollen pig's head in the blink of an eye.
"B-big brother, lithen to me! Ow!"
Daemon tried to explain, only to discover that his badly swollen lips had left him slurring his words.
Once Daemon's face was too battered to look at, Viserys shifted his attention to his body. He stood and kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him flying several yards.
Viserys had not held back with that kick. The pain made Daemon suck in a sharp breath, leaving him unable even to scream.
He had barely begun struggling to rise when Viserys's boot landed squarely on his backside, knocking him flat on his face again.
What followed was a furious barrage of kicks. Daemon felt as though his own brother was about to break his ribs and thighs.
Only Viserys could get away with beating him like this. Had it been anyone else, Daemon would already have drawn his Valyrian steel sword and hacked them into eight pieces.
"Ow! Viserys, we truly love each other!"