“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.”
For a moment Relena remained with her guests, before excusing herself. Viserys had stepped in front of her so that she didn’t have to humiliate herself, paying him a short visit was the least she could do. Since she had waited for him to tell her that she could enter, she had actually expected him to be fully dressed, but she quickly felt the need to lower her gaze and her cheeks turned soft pink. “I just wanted to make certain that you have everything you need.”, she explained, her eyes still refusing to look directly at him.
“Jealous?”, the raven haired girl repeated with a high-pitched voice as her head suddenly shot up. “Of… of course I wasn’t jealous, like you said, we are just courting, not more.”, she pointed out clearly a bit flustered.
“I should probably return to my guests.”, she mumbled. The young queen turned around to leave, her hand had already reached for the door, when she suddenly turned back. “But if we are to marry, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t make the same promises that every man makes, the same promises that every man breaks.” After all, even the honourable Ned Stark couldn’t keep himself to just one woman, if he had failed so miserably, how high were the odds for any other man? “We are courting for only two months and you already could not yet keep your eyes off of other women, you didn’t even have the decency to deny it, how do you imagine that will work when we are married?”
At the sound of her voice going higher then he was ever used to hearing, he couldn’t help but grin. “It may have been manipulative of me…” Viserys closed the distance between them, still lingering just away enough so she didn’t feel cornered. “But, she was a ruse. To gauge your reaction.” It was cruel means to go about courting but it gave him some sense of stability, that he knew what he was doing and didn’t feel like he was child learning how to do something and failing repeatedly. “Should I not make you any promises than? Is that what you desire?” He asked, leaning towards her. More down then into, but he halted his movements as he realized what he was feeling towards her was starting to kindle into affection.
“I don’t care to see any man try to court you, even attempting.” He told her, his voice growing lower, his eyes focused on hers before he reminded himself he wasn’t in charge. He was courting her, the Queen. So, he leaned back, and as his thought drifted to his sister and how happy she had seen interacting with Jon Snow, he rubbed the back of his head. “Lord Eddard informed me of some more…basic courting techniques..I know you hate flowers, and you probably have enough books to satisfy you. But…I had this made.” He went to his bedside drawer and pulled out a ring that was in the shape of a stag, it’s antlers branching out. The Stag and ring base was black with golden antlers. He held it out in his hand, nerves piled up in his stomach as he waited for her to take it.
“You should probably go ahead first, back to your guests. I don’t want anyone to start any rumors if we should appear at the same time.”
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