This was it. It was now or never. Viserys took a deep breath as he glanced over at Relena, fear taking over him as he looked at the Baratheon Queen. He was to bed her, produce an heir…Viserys walked over to her, a hand reached out to rest on her shoulder and he went in for a kiss as his hand slowly went from her shoulder to her neck and then her cheek, holding it as he kissed her. Viserys pulled back, leading her to the bed. This was happening. He and Relena were going to cross the point of no return. He sat upon the bed and as he went to resume his actions he found the nerves had filled him so he couldn’t.
“I can’t do this…I mean I-I can. It’s just i’m suddenly…” He struggled to find the right words. “I don’t want to just treat you like how our father’s treated our mothers…I don’t want to just-” He leaned foreword, hands in his face as he groaned, his mind and body at odds.
Goldnwulf 