Relena was walking though the halls of the Red Keep, accompanied by one of her least favourite uncles, Stannis. Had the Lord of Dragonstone not finally agreed to meet with her to talk about his property she would have despised the sudden arrival of winter, but at least something kept him in the capital long enough to talk, for everyone knew that the eldest stag wasn’t too fond of most that recited within the red stone walls. They were just walking by a window, when the young queen heard strange sounds coming from the royal gardens. She took a quick glance outside, finding her fiancé play with the two princes’, while it was quite adorable in her opinion, she was certain that Stannis, who was already disapproving of the idea of having a Targaryen king again, wouldn’t take his future king acting like a child too kindly, something even she would have to admit when looking from his point of few. Therefore, the raven haired woman quickly stepped in front of the window, trying to hide what was happening down there, while trying to think of a way to politely send him back to his chambers, where he wouldn’t be able to see them.
Once her uncle was out of sight, Relena went back to her own chambers, quickly putting on her fur cloak and a pair of gloves, before making her way towards the gardens. The young woman had just arrived at the scene of the spectacle, when she opened her mouth, to make her presence known, when suddenly a snowball hit her in the face. She had no idea where exactly it had come from, or who had thrown at, the only thing she knew was that one of her ladies, who were standing behind her, was currently doing her best not laugh. Relena took a deep breath and removed the snow, which had stuck to her head, as good as she could, before clearing her throat to get the men’s attention.
“As much as I hate to spoil the fun.”, the raven haired girl said, chunks of snow still falling down her hair and cloak. “But I would like to have a word with my fiancé.”, she explained to her brothers, before her eyes fell upon Viserys. As soon as these words were uttered, the queen turned around, to walk back to the castle, hoping he would follow. She was not too fond of the cold, after all, she, like most people in the Red Keep, were born during the long summer, therefore snow was far from being something she was used to and even further away from something enjoyable, for when she was a child, her septa was always quick to usher her away from any cold.
The snowball war had happened so fast and ended so quickly but he had no idea which of their snowballs hit the Queen but he tried to not laugh as he saw her face as the snow fell from her fine features and by the tone in his voice sent a chill down his spine and he suddenly felt like a boy again, in trouble for something by his mother.
Viserys looked over at the boys, surprised to see what he could only assume was a smile on Joffrey’s face and he almost didn’t follow Relena as he stared at the Eldest Prince before his face twisted into a more common frown that Viserys was used to seeing. He caught up to Relena as she went inside the keep and he wasn’t quite sure what it had to be about but he could only guess it was about his behaviour as ‘king’ and playing in the snow. “Tommen was wanting to enjoy the snow and at first Joffrey was not willing to and the look on your brothers face…It reminded me of when I would not allow Daenerys a simple childish pleasure…” He tried to explain, unsure of what to say.
“Is something else wrong?” he asked, worried something else was troubling Relena and not just his actions. “Something about the council or family? Is Dany okay? Are you alright?” He mind was going all over the place before it settled again back on the first idea and most certainly the right answer. “Or you’re upset with me because I’m acting childish and I shouldn’t do so and act more like an adult…?”
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