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.”
For a moment Relena tried to overhead the noise, not wanting to interrupt the conversation she was partaking in, or rather trying to partake in, but at some point she couldn’t help herself and turned her attention towards the men. The Baratheon Queen was about to excuse herself and approach them, to find out what was going on, when Lord Stark had already reached them. Her emerald eyes were slightly narrowed, as she watched them.
At first Relena had just thought that it was just another lord or perhaps a knight that felt the need to insult her gust, but she was quite certain that if this would have been the truth Lord Stark would have been more than able to handle the situation on his own, without calling upon her. Therefore, the queen’s eyes darkened, when the Targaryen informed her that there was a matter she had to take care of. “Of course.”, Relena replied, forcing a smile upon her lips as she turned towards the ladies that were watching them. “If you excuse me, matters of state never seem to sleep.”, was as said, before turning back towards Viserys, her smile immediately fading. “What just happened?”, the young stag questioned quietly.
“I would like to think that this was just about yet another man that forgot his manners, but I somehow have the feeling that that is not the truth.”
“A man posing as a noble to get close to you and anyone who would want to pay off to harm you.” He began to tell her as they made their way to the ‘safe room’ “That man thought I would help him.” There was clear disgust in his voice. “Help him in ruining peace.” Viserys was paranoid now, and everyone was now an enemy to him and could hurt Relena. He still held a protective grip on her, soon a few of her queensguard followed behind along with his own guard. “i wish it were as simple as manners.” Viserys had delt with slave masters, surely this would be easier then that. Just squash who was behind these plans and it would end.
“Lord Stark is going to your mother and Varys to see what their spies have heard.” He informed Relena, opening the door to the room and stationed his own guards outside and Relena’s inside by the door and led her to a nearby chair until his own mind led him back to the other guests. “Daenerys” He spoke under his breath, almost a whisper and he was caught between going out there to look for her and staying with Relena.
“She’s fine…She’s the Mother of Dragons. She’s with the Starks…With Lord Stark and the others.” He spoke to himsel, reassuring him that she would be fine, focusing his attention back on Relena. “Rel, do you need anything. Water, wine?” Viserys asked, already pouring himself a glass of wine and began drinking it, trying to calm his nerves. “Those who are planning this coupe will be dealt with accordingly.” He told Relena until his thoughts drifted back to Daenerys. “Something seemed off about the way he talked. Like he was trying to draw me closer as well like-” The threat of death loomed over him and Viserys froze. “Kill me and hurt you or worse…Get rid of any possible contenders to the throne and the queen and have what I can only assume they believe to be the true heir. Joffrey.” He couldn’t tell if it was his paranoia that was getting to him but he looked around the room, relieved that one of the Queensguard found a sword and handed it to him and Viserys made sure to sit near Relena once more as he grabbed the sword.
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