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He was wrong- Shireen knew her men, and they were loyal and honest and true. “If that was the case, they would want to keep that child on the throne, surely, rather than serve a fully grown man who they can’t manipulate to the same extent? So, they would still support my claim.” 

Shireen shook her head sadly. “I am sorry that Aegon and Rhaenys and their mother were killed, my lord, but it was Lannister men who murdered them, not Baratheon.” 

Shireen gritted her teeth at his suggestion. “No!” She was a Baratheon, the rightful queen, and she would not be treated like an object to be disposed of at will, just because she was a child. She would never let him marry her off to a Frey, and she would never submit to a life of humiliation and despair, torn down from the position that was justly hers.

She was her father’s daughter- she was made of iron, and would rather break than bend. She would never give in to Viserys, no matter what he said or did. “I am no one’s ward.” 

His threat towards her men made Shireen feel sick. She wanted to beg for mercy for them- but not yet. That would be an admission of defeat, and she was not defeated yet. 

“I don’t believe this fight will need to be taken onto the battlefield. If there is to be a war, it will take place in this room. This matter can be settled right here, right now, between the two of us.” 

She had a point, Viserys couldn’t deny it would be far easier to have a child on the throne. But if she was this self aware, he wondered for a moment how well these men could manipulate her? “Lannister men may have murdered them but the Baratheon sat himself upon the throne that was my right. After Prince Rhaegar’s death, after my father, King Aerys II’s death. I was King.  Viserys Targayren, King of the Iron Throne. By right of sucession, I should have been there.” Viserys informed the young girl.

This girl had some determination. Viserys would not go down so easily and his head tilted to one side, trying to understand what she was talking about. “How so?” He asked, his voice losing a bit of it’s harshness. “Are we going to talk this out and draw up papers” He wanted to snort at the idea but if that was the case, he had to admire her, this child who wanted to avoid more death, if he was correct in thinking, would rather negotiate. “Negotiation instead of war?”