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.
Relena was about to angrily turn around and leave him standing there when she felt him take her hand and she was certain, had they not been surrounded by the courtiers, she would have just pulled her hand back and done what she had originally intended, but alas they were in public and the Queen of Westeros could not act like any other insulted lady would. Therefore, she bit her teeth tightly together, curtsied and silently began to dance. But if he believed that such flowery phrases could simply wash away the young stag’s anger, he truly had no idea what kind of woman was standing in front of him.
Part of him wanted to just stop dancing, he swore he could feel the hatred for him as they danced. He knew he had messed up so he figured he would dance with her in silence and as they danced he heard a few men speaking on how they wanted to dance with her and why the filthy Targayren was taking up her time. His hand on her hip gripped slightly tighter and his eyes narrowed as he could see the countless number of men that wanted her just because she was a queen. But…Isn’t that why he too was doing this? Because she was Queen and the way to get his status of King back. No matter if it was a King consort.
He felt his stiff shoulders relaxed as he took in her scent, feeling her hand in his. It was an odd feeling and he wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling but it calmed it and he slowly began to distance himself from her as they danced, twirling her and then twirling him back, his breathing hitched when he saw her dress twirl, the hair around her face gently falling back into place, her stern gaze on him.
Viserys slowly let her hand go as the music died down, almost unaware that he had practically stopped dancing a few beats before the music died, staring at Relena. “I believe others would want to dance with you…” Viserys stated, clearing his throat. Shaking himself from his thoughts and watched a few men stumbling foreword, scared to ask her to dance. “I should check on Daenerys.” He explained, about to leave in his sister’s general direction until he saw her having a pleasant talk with Jon Snow. “Or not” he mumbled under his breath, his back turned to Relena and froze as he saw Cersei’s eyes staring him down, suddenly feeling like death was upon him.
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