“Please Viserys, I am being serious, my uncle he is… he bends as easily as iron.”, Relena declared, her eyes pleading, recalling how her father had once said that Stannis would rather break than bend. “But he is family and I need him on my side, especially if I make him Lord Storms End, he will be acting lord of the Stormlands in my stead, I don’t need another family member opposing my reign.”, the young queen kept insisted. This dinner was important and within one evening the negotiations of weeks could be ruined.
For a brief moment the young stag looked around, her eyes turning to the left and the right, before her hand reached for the fabric, which was covering Viserys’ arm, pulling him into a smaller, darker corridor. “I don’t want to bad mouth my own family.”, Relena felt the need to point this out, as her teeth sunk into her lower lip, before the inevitable ‘but’ left her lips. “… but his wife is… quite strange, she believes my father cursed her marriage bed because he… let’s just say she thinks she is to blame for the lack of a male heir…”, the dark haired woman explained slowly, trying to find the right words while she spoke.
“And the Lady Shireen, she is a darling child and wise beyond her years…”, Relena explained, a sad smile upon her lips. “…but when she was still baby she got infected with Greyscale, she is cured but you can still see it on her face. Please, for the love the gods, do not say anything about it, don’t stare at the infected sink either, but you cannot act like you are purposefully ignoring it… just… just treat her like any other child, just pretend like Myrcella is sitting with us.”
“Of course not. You need as many people on your side then against” He stated, before he looked at her as she reached for him and leading him to a dark corridor. The small space made the distance between them even smaller and Viserys could feel his heart pounding as he listened to her speak. “Odd belief but hers to have nonetheless…” He mumbled.
“Don’t most people blame the woman if they don’t have a male? Even though it takes two to make a babe.” His features softened at the mention of Shireen and he gave her a comforting stroke on her cheek as he cupped it. “Of course. Shireen no matter her condition is a person, I don’t treat Tyrion any differently. I honestly don’t understand those that do. I’m sure she is as lovely as Myrcella.” He told Relana as he dropped his hand. “My father may have had prejudices but I don’t hold his views. I can’t after where I’ve been and seen.” He informed the young Queen.
“This will be an interesting dinner no doubt. But I’m confident there will be minimal problems with Lord Stark and his daughters. Well, Arya may be the interesting factor.” He pointed out knowing how the Stark girl liked to be ‘wild’ Viserys about to head out from the corridor and ducked back in as Cersei could be seen, luckily having not seen the silver hair poke out but she was getting closer and Viserys found his body trying to make sure they were farther into the corridor and he swore he had nearly caused Relena to stumble, possibly as she tried to follow him out. “Sorry” He whispered as he tried to avoid any physical contact between their bodies as he recovered from the panic at seeing Cersei walk towards them.
Goldnwulf 