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Upon laying eyes on the king, one of the young lady’s hand reached for the silk, of which her skirt was made, and curtsied politely. She had been told horrid things about the royal family, but he was her king nonetheless and no woman, high-born or not, could allow herself to disrespect him. “It’s and honour, your grace.”, Relena mumbled quietly, her gaze lingering upon the ground, it wasn’t until the head of House Targaryen had left, that the girl’s head lifted again.

For the briefest of moment’s the dark haired woman looked at the prince with a slightly raised eyebrow. “My father is not attending, my Lord.”, she informed him, her voice rather disinterested in the matter. “He had to tend to affairs in the Storm Lands.”, she then added, hoping this lie might take away from how rude it was of her Lord father to spurn a royal invitation.

So, Robert wasn’t here. Curious, but from what Viserys had heard it made sense that the Baratheon wouldn’t come when Targaryens still sat on the throne. “I see. Well, your mother is attending than?” He asked, looking around to try to see if he could spot the Lannister turned Baratheon but to no avail. “Come, seeing as you are without company, allow me to offer you a seat with my family. Wouldn’t want you to sit near any unsavory people.”

Viserys spoke as he watched how a few of the Lords were already leering at the Baratheon girl. “Or I could find you better company if you do not wish to sit with the Royal family” Viserys knew if someone had seen her and reported to Robert it might not bode well for her.