Viserys held his scoff as best he could. A commoner? How dare this welp call him such! He was a King! The rightful heir to his father’s throne, not this Baratheon spawn of the usurper. Viserys glanced behind him and around him. His own Kingsguard surrounded him, a mix of Unsullied and what of the Sand Snakes survived; Elia, Loreza and Sarella Sand. He had been informed by the pretenders Uncle about her connections to the other Great Houses and Viserys had hoped for an easy win. But it seemed like this would require much more tact then he had hoped for.
The Targaryen heir gave a bow, low enough to hopefully please the dark haired woman. “I know there has been strife between our houses, but perhaps we can come to some sort of…agreement, arrangements of sorts.” It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was advised upon him by his and Daenerys’s advisors.
Kessa ia Daor?”
Viserys stepped forward as he spoke, showing he was unarmed and his only way of attacking would be to call his guard on her and her men. “surely we can talk like civil adults who want the same thing. Peace. You have many houses under you, my sister and I hold the last pieces you need in the Seven Kingdoms. Tyrells, Martells, Greyjoy, Tyrion Lannister is on our side as well.”
He hated the idea of a political marriage, especially with one such as her, not to say she wasn’t attractive, but given who she was and who he was….Viserys held the idea to be begrudging. “Surely we wouldn’t want more bloodshed here this very throne room.” After he spoke, there was a sound of a thump upon the keep itself, from his dragon, Rhaellion. “Besides, if you do decide to end my life, you will have my dragon as well as my sister, her dragons to contend with and the rest of our armies” It wasn’t a threat, but more of a warning/suggestion.
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