“The gods probably do care. The result if this working out or not
will have an effect on their people.” Viserys commented. “See this is
where we differ. You are the Queen. You can do mostly as you
please…The Hand is there to act as ruler when you are not there. As he
did with your father.” Viserys reminded her. “Granted for your safety
in general it would be good to let people know where you are going…”
He added quickly before he headed off towards the pavilion, knowing
exactly where she was talking about and had to remind himself to be
mindful of how fast he was walking and that while he had memory of this
place and some things may be better then hers.

“I suppose you
are right. But I feel like there wouldn’t be as much weight and
pressure. In an arranged marriage, it’s not a guarantee, granted, but
it’s more set in stone than a standard courting.” He paused as he leaned
back against one of the stone pillars and looked at her, a small smile
on his face. “It would indeed. I was told I would be king one day…I
got selfish and grew closer to madness in mind due to the stress and my
exiled status. But then I survived an experience that should have killed
me…Death doesn’t change many men but for some it does.” Viserys
shrugged, not implying Joffrey should have a similar experience to what
he had but a wake up call seemed in order.

“I heard talk of a
tourney being held for your Name Day, I’d like to attend it by your
side, if you’d allow it. I haven’t seen one in too long and I know it
may be different than Daenery’s pits in Mereen, but hopefully she too
finds joy in it as I know I’ve done in the past.” Viserys stated, his
eyes down cast to the ground for a moment as he wondered if he was still
doing a shit job at courting a woman. “I’ve oddly been enjoying your
company, Queen Relena. You remind me much of my sister and you both are
not just any women. You don’t roll over and look pretty.”

His eyes flickered back to her and he cleared his throat. “Not to say
you are not pretty. You are quite beautiful. But there is more to you
than just looks and status. You have a love of reading, that’s been
quite clear.” He was starting to fumble his words, unsure of where to go
next with his words as he tried to imagine A. what she’d like to here,
B. What he truly thought of her as he’d gotten to know her and C. What
the Hand and advisors would want him to say. It was an odd mixture and
he gave a heavy sigh.