Viserys gave a slight laugh as she laughed, realizing she didn’t believe him but let it play out. “You’re right. I’m a fool not to believe you would see behind the lie” He commented.
He himself smiled when he saw her smile. It was the briefest of smiles but he couldn’t help but think she would take the ring. She would wouldn’t she? The smile and her words…His face fell as she went on to speak, and the nerves that had started to subside turned into a churning of disappointment. Viserys clamped his hand over the ring, feeling foolish now, for not realizing earlier what a ring of all things could have meant. If only Lord Eddard had-No. Viserys told himself. He couldn’t blame Lord Eddard. It was himself who had decided on a ring.
He looked back at the ring, unsure of what to do with it. Part of him wanted to throw it and another part of him wanted to just give it to her no matter what anyone would think, but he put the ring on his nightstand and gave a deep sigh shaking his head at his own actions. Once Relena had left, he waited, exiting his room once he had given Relena ample time to get back to the court. As he passed a hallway he paused, gathering himself before he was seen by the public again. Making sure to make small talk with the Lords and small council, answering and asking questions and talking about the current state and affairs of Westeros.
When Relena rejoined the other members of court, she soon found herself in a conversation with a few ladies, her eyes glancing back every now and then to see when Viserys rejoined them. She didn’t mind having him at court, at least not as much as in the beginning, but when she saw the Targaryen talk to members of the Small Council, her mood darkened. The main reason that she hadn’t married yet, was the fact that she lived in constant fear of her husband trying to usurp her power, and she just couldn’t help herself, but think that Viserys was already paving his way to doing so, when she saw him talk to her Council. The thought was silly, at least she hoped it was, but Relena just couldn’t shake of the foul mood this thought had brought her.
Over and over again she looked at them talking, wishing she would know what they were talking about, but she couldn’t just leave the ladies standing there and the queen was aware of the fact that she could seem childish if she rushed over to the men.
Therefore, the raven haired girl had no choice but to put on a fake smile and try to at least pretend to be listening to the other female, but no matter what she told herself, she could not stop her eyes from wandering towards them. Once she even caught herself trying to read off of their lips. Oh what a fool the paranoia had turned her into.
Viserys waved away a member of the court, having finished his small talk with other court members he could hear the intentions and his voice. He held out a bag of coin to him and he dismissed the man who kept trying to push the bag onto him. “Listen you snake. I don’t want your gold. I’m content here and what I have. I won’t jeopardize anything for your sorry coin” He was seething with anger now, and he stormed off to talk with someone who wouldn’t make him want to murder someone in sight of all these people.
The man however was not going to stop his interaction with Viserys and he smacked the man’s coin purse out of his hands and reeled back, anger flashing in his face. “You will do well to shut your treason mouth if you want to keep your head.” The man started to laugh, thinking Viserys to be joking.
“I will-” He thought better of his burning threat given his father’s reputation post mortum. “My dragon could use a new chew toy. You seem to be the right size.” As soon as he spoke his threat, Lord Stark placed a hand on his shoulder and made a face. Both men exchanged words and glanced at Relena. He nodded, and went towards the Relena while Eddard took the man aside, a guard taking him discreetly away.
Viserys approached Relena, acting calmly as he strode fourth. “Queen Relena, I believe there is a matter to attend to with the small council. If you would.” Viserys whispered in her ear, a hand on her back, as he ushered her towards where Eddard had told him to take her. “This way. Please.”
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