thestormlioness:

“Good! Then they will hear that I am displeased that you are here!”, Relena hissed through her teeth. This was more than just bad, she was a woman, and their morals were questioned so easily and just one wrong move could ruin them in the eyes of the world. “Great! Now I have to issues at hand, a fiancé that does not know how to behave proper and guards that are unable to do their job!”, as she spoke the young woman threw her hands up in the air. “You do realize that any other man who would have dared to do such a thing would be in the black cells by now and be dragged through the streets by sun rise?”

Relena’s eyes narrowed, looking at him. “Do you believe this to be funny? There is a reason why the protocol is in place.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, glaring at him with furious eyes. “If anyone finds out what happened tonight, I will be branded a harlot and you truly believe I care what they will think about my judgement?”

Like a pouty child, Relena reached for one of the candles to light another one, when she saw Viserys blowing out a candle again. “I am not Daenerys!”, the queen reminded him, her teeth tightly bitten together as the words escaped her lips. “She is a widow, there is no maidenhood to preserve and even if she wasn’t, I don’t care what she does, I have a reputation to uphold! A

atch your language, I am already mad enough.”

At this point he wanted to storm out of the room. Slam her door and never look back, pound on his sister’s door and yell at her. That seemed better than what was happening right now. “Fine” He growled, suddenly awake. “Yes, you’re right. You are not Daenerys.” He wasn’t sure if his words were meant to be relieved at that or not. Many things went through his head as things he wanted to say and things he held back.

Viserys clenched his fist as he begun pacing the chambers. “Are you?” he asked her, turning on his heel to face her. “I couldn’t tell” He told her, his words came out sarcastic and he scoffed. “I’ll just leave then.” The words would have come out louder had he not said them through his teeth, trying to keep the noise contained in the chamber.

“So your damned precious maidenhood remains safe.” Scoffing at the whole idea of the maidenhead and how it seemed ingrained in women to keep it under lock and key and how society seemed to think of it. He had made sure Daenery’s had been ‘pure’ but only because it was what would get them what he…they wanted. Home, the throne.

Viserys went to the door and began to open it, not caring what the guards thought as he stormed out of the room, going back to his own chamber, halting only long enough on the way there to go through the keep, pacing around places and he really wanted sleep but he was irritable. Irritable from the lack of sleep and now for the sleep he was not getting. His body wanted sleep and his mind was just plagued by too many thoughts and he huffed as his back hit a pillar, now wishing he had Rhaellion. Least he could sleep near his dragon.