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.
Relena’s mood only darkened during the dance, not because of anything Viserys did, but rather because it seemed like the high lords of Westeros weren’t aware of the fact that females indeed possessed ears. She didn’t get much attention, especially not from men before she became queen, back then she was rarely seen outside her chambers and while she wasn’t unattractive, compared to the renowned beauty of her mother, and the beauty her sister would clearly grow up to be someday, she wasn’t the most desirable option, especially since the thing she was most renown for was the fact that she was quite the sickly child, barely making it to adulthood, but all these worries seemed to be washed away once the crown was put upon her head, st that moment she became the most eligible woman in all of the Seven Kingdoms.
For marring her would make any man king and Relena was aware of the fact that most of them expected her to hand over power to her husband the moment they were married, oh how foolish men could be.
“Well.”, the queen said, straightening out the fabric of her dress. “It will be quite hard to dance if no man is brave enough to ask me.”, she said, glancing at the lords that were staring at her and who just a moment ago seemed braver than any Lannister lion, of whom none dared to make a single step into her direction and if Relena was honest, she didn’t mind.
“You have to forgive her.”, the young stag said, after a moment of silence, at first she had not noticed her mother’s glares, but when the Tagaryen froze in his movement she followed his eyes to find the lioness. “She is my mother, no person will ever be good enough for any of her children.”, Relena said, turning her head back towards the silver haired men. “Also your family spurned her so…” , she added, stepping next to Viserys again.
Viserys tried not to look back at the Lannister woman, feeling like if he did or didn’t he would be pounced upon for challenging or for becoming prey. He felt better when he realized Relena was near him, if he dared to look he might see her right next to him and his hand brushed against hers. “Right.” Viserys spoke, finally managing to get his gaze back to Relena, looking at her and gave a small sigh, relieved as Cersei soon left, gone off to go stare someone else down hopefully. “Not my fault my father chose a Dornish woman then her for his eldest son’s wife” He grumbled, starting to wish another Targayren male was around to share some of this blame he was getting for his family and their deeds he could have never have done anything to change.
“I find it sad that a Beggar King can dance with the Queen, while Noble men of Great Houses find themselves incapacitated in doing the same” Viserys tried to shake himself out of what fear Cersei had gotten him in and glanced at a few of the Lords that had dared to get close to her. Challenging them to move and ask Relena for a dance. One a bit drunk then most would prefer to be. Viserys watched him with a careful eye and he staggered towards Relena trying to ask for a dance. Viserys started to snort at the comment, managing to stop it half way through as he could see the man about to retch in front of and possibly on the Queen, so Viserys stepped forward in front of Relena, not only protecting her from what harm the drunk could do but from the vomit to stain her dress. “I spoke too soon it seems” The silver haired male was horrified as the stench reached his nose and he himself fought back a gag at the sight.
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