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.
“Quite the irony, isn’t it? Had he chosen my mother, perhaps there wouldn’t have been a rebellion at all, your brother would most likely be sitting on the throne and you could would probably still be flirting with that lady.”, Relena said, her hand having towards the woman from earlier. “But alas, the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms wasn’t good enough for your father.”, the raven haired pointed out, her eyes falling upon Cersei for a moment again.
The young queen straightened her back, before turning towards the voice with a stern expression. “Your queen would be more than delighted to dance with more of her subjects, if only they would display the bravery or at least the manners for such a venture, for I am certain that no high lord, no, no subject would ever dare insult a personal guest of her grace in her presence.”
Relena was focusing on the man that had spoke, so much so that she didn’t even notice that one man had apparently drunken enough to find the bravery to at least attempt to speak to her, that wasn’t until Viserys stepped in front of her. Her eyebrows arched slightly when he did this, for at first she was confused by this act, but just a moment later the raven haired woman was more than happy that he had done so. With an open mouth and widened eyes she looked at this revolting scene. “I suggest you retire for at least a moment, both of you.”, she said, before waving for a servant. “And please bring our guest something to clean himself with.”
“A lot would have changed had that been the case.” He replied. “Not sure I’d want to flirt with her if such things were the case. But, we shall never know.” Viserys looked back at Relana, seeing her face as the aftermath of the vomit became hard to look away from. “Personal guest or not…” he started to say as a servant came to help him. Okay, maybe being a personal guest was nice. Viserys was ushered off as the scene was cleaned up.
Viserys found himself in his guest room, the servant helped him and once he was rid of his ruined clothing he slipped on new bottoms, unsure of what kind of tunic to where since his Targayren colored one was done for. He decided on a black tunic with gold colorings, it wasn’t one he’d want to wear in such an event as this one, but it would have to do as the tunics he had here was given as a gift. Just as he was about to put it on, he heard a knock, assuming it was the servant asking for him, he spoke without looking as he got the Tunic from the wardrobe. “Come in” He slowly turned around, slipping the undershirt on, then putting the tunic on, his eyes met who had come in the room and Viserys’s face flushed, going from pink to red very quickly.
“Why didn’t you tell me…Relena!” Viserys exclaimed, making sure he was properly dressed. “You needen’t come check up on me.” The silver haired Targayen couldn’t believe she had left the guests and the party to…No. He was just seeing things…Wishful thinking, prehaps? “Relena.” Viserys began, walking towards her, stopping just a few feet away from her. “Were you…jealous, earlier? I know we are courting, and it’s been going on almost two months, but, it’s not as if we are already set to be married. I hope you understand that if we do wed, I won’t be like your father or my brother. I’d be faithful to you.”
Goldnwulf 