“I also know that I cannot depend on a single promise you give me, which, in my limited experience, is not the best thing to start a marriage upon.” Relena raised an eyebrow, as she listened to Visery’s words. “And here I thought I had a talent for painting grim pictures.”
“Relena…” Viserys started his voice going soft until he got frustrated by her words. The words he wanted to say got stuck, unable to com fourth and he found himself staring at her for a moment until he tossed what words he wanted to say out the window. “What would you have me do? Or say? Shall I never speak a word to you so you can be content on a grand marriage? One that’s deprived of lies and promises? They are and can be different if they come from a person who means what they say!”