“True.”, Relena agreed, her head nodding slightly. “But one might also argue that, especially in times of peace, members of the royal family have more of a choice than anyone else, at least the male members, for what lord would refuse his daughter’s hand if the king asks for a match?”, the young doe pointed out, her head tilting slightly as she looked at Viserys.
The dark haired woman just shrugged, upon hearing the man’s first question, but when the second one reached her ears, there was a little smirk upon her pink lips while one of her eyebrows rose. Slightly the young woman leaned forward, almost as if she was about to tell him a secret, before saying. “Isn’t that the kind of topic females usually only discuss with other females?”, with a lowered voice, before straightening up again. “But if it truly interests you that much, no, there is no one who has caught my fancy.”
“Only a fool would refuse…But say I found myself in love with a commoner, the King could tell me no. A king has more power than a Prince.” He countered before he watched Relena lean in as well and he waited with anticipation for her reply and his facial features dropped when she spoke and he frowned. “I mean…Oh, well than” He spoke as she added that no one had caught her attention and his mouth moved more to one side as his brow furrowed. No one? Surely there must have been one or even two that had to be attractive to her.
Viserys too straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest and gave a small nod as a lady and a knight had rushed by trying to find a quiet place to be alone and he shook his head at the two people. Least they were having fun for the night. The Prince was enjoying his time with the Lady Baratheon and glad she had seemed to be more inclined to spending more time around him rather than the first time they’d met at the tourney.
“I heard your brother is to marry Lady Sansa. It should be a good match. I’m sure it’ll be only time before you and your other siblings are offered matches. I know Rhaegar’s spoken about offering Lord Tyrell a match between Willas Tyrell and my sister Daenerys or Prince Trystane of Dorne. Course Waldar Frey keeps trying to push any of his children to marry myself or Dany, but Rhaegar won’t have it and frankly neither would we.” He mentioned off hand before his eyes caught the Princess of Dorne, Allyria catch his before she flirted with two Lords, not a care in the world. “Shall we go back to the party? They’re going to be dancing soon.”
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