“Everything that happens at my court is my business!”, Relena insisted. She had spent years seeing her mother live in misery, idly having to sit by, watching her husband flirt and sleep with as many women as it pleased him and Relena would most certainly not share in her mother’s misery. If this courtship was to work, something that became more and more doubtful, she would not allow Viserys to do as Robert did. If it was treason for the wife of a king to have other men, then it certainly also had to work the other way around when a queen was ruling. “But if you wish to not make your… amorous activities my
business, feel free to return to Yunka.”
She seemed to care. It was odd, for him to hear her speak in a such a way. He swore she hated him, friendly and cordial when she had to be, to make the courtship work. He stared at her, dumbfounded by what to do or say next as his eyes settled on her. Hearing the court musicians start up once more he took her by the hand, leading her to where others had been dancing, bowing and kissed her hand. “I wish to stay here. If you can forgive my wondering eyes, may I have this dance?” He asked her, sincerity in his voice as he spoke. “I did not mean to offend you, My Queen. My eyes may have wondered but my thoughts never strayed.” He told her.
Goldnwulf 