Viserys was stunned by this woman. His face flushed as the eyes of the court were on him and he started to step down from his steps that had been closing in on her. “My father was not a good man. I can admit that. But I am not him. I wouldn’t do what he did to the people he swore to protect” Viserys spoke softer now. At her words of his sister, his eyes dropped. “I’ve done things to get back here to where I am now. Not all of them have been good for my sister but Khal Drogo had an army. One I had hoped to use. I’m sure you know what they say about the Dothraki in battle…” Viserys stopped himself, he wasn’t trying to make what he did seem right, justifying what he had done to Daenerys but he had no other choice back then, he was running out of options at the time and when the opportunity arose he knew he had to take what he could get.
He loathed the idea of sending Daenerys but it seemed like he only choice he had. Here he was, yet again feeling like he had during his time with the Dothraki. Second to his sister, his jaw clenched momentarily as he scrunched up his lips and nose making his decision. “As you wish.” His voice became even once again and he began to descend down the stairs with no choice but to accept defeat. He knew any attack on her would not bode well for himself or Dany and he would be seen just like his father. Viserys held his head high and carried himself like a the proper King he was and meant to be as he walked by the court. Some booed him, calling him the Begger King. Others threw an array of insults and one cook threw a tomato at him, landing square on his face and yet Viserys kept walking, his face remained unchanged as he signaled for his guards to keep on following him as one had went towards the cook, hand on his sword about to pull it out to attack.
Viserys went to Daenerys, telling her what had transpired. He noticed the look of disappointment and he shrugged, wiping the tomato off of his face. Telling her it must be simply the fancy of the Usuper’s daughter to see what a true queen was like, Viserys’s voice bitter as he spoke, watching Dany leave him to speak with Relena.
The moment she had agreed to this nonsense Relena already cursed the seven heavens. Allowing a Targaryen to court her, was almost sounded more pleasant than that. She was the most eligible woman in all of the Seven Kingdoms, and she was expected to settle for the son of a mad man, all because of giant lizards. But she was a queen, which meant that first and foremost she was a servant to her people and that was what she would do, no matter how much she despised it.
The young queen was in the garden’s of the Red Keep and oh how she would have loved to turn around and leave, to lock herself into her chamber until he was gone again, for she was certain that her own father was turning in his grave because of what she was about to do, Robert would have probably choosen war over this any day but then again her
father was never a great king, and she was determined to do better than he did.
“Viserys.”, the raven haired girl said, as soon as she saw the silver prince approach. She made a few reluctant steps towards him, forcing a smile upon her lips, while her hand rose. Had her Lord Hand not kept insisted upon her displaying all the courtesy that that was due for a suitor of the queen, the young stag would have probably remained frozen where she stood, unwilling to show him the slightest bit of hospitality, for she could perfectly recall how she hated her self for not appointing her grandfather, for the first time since she took the throne, when Lord Stark kept trying to persuade her. “I hope you are having a pleasant day.”
When he heard the news, his mouth had dropped open. His sister was serious. He scoffed at her when she used his own words of a marriage proposal against him and his mouth closed once more. He paced around the gardens, his hands behind his back momentarily before he reached out with a hand to look at a flower before sighing, his eyes glancing up at the sky. It was his own words that had gotten him in the position and while it hadn’t been the ideal way to go about getting what he wanted, he figured this was the most diplomatic way to go about it all.
His name spoken by her, made his snap out of his thoughts as he approached her and saw her hand rise, he took it in his own, tenderly holding on to it as his lips pressed to the fair skin of the woman. “Relena.” He greeted, trying his best to sound warm and inviting, offering his arm for her to take. He by no means expected her to but figured it would be the right thing to do as Jorah and Tyrion had mentioned a few things on the subject of courting a woman. “I am….I too hope you are having a more pleasant day.” Viserys cringed at his own words. How awful and awkward those words sounded, he glanced at her, watching for her reaction until his eyes caught a bird in the path way and took in the air as a breeze drifted through.
“I’ve missed this.” He commented. “The air. I never thought I would. Silly almost.” A hint of a smile ghosted his lips as he spoke. “Traveling from place to place, outrunning those who’d harm my sister and I…I never stopped to take anything in.” Viserys breathed deeply, exhaling with a pleased sigh. “Everything in King’s Landing…Even the stench of Flea Bottom and the surrounding areas…Even that smells better then some of the places I’ve been” Viserys’s eyes were back on Relena and just as his shoulders relaxed, they tensed up, his guard had been brought down momentarily by memories and his violet eyes focused on the path in front of them. “How has court been for you before our arrival?” He asked, trying to think of things to ask.
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