“Well, if that happens you could always do what you great-uncle, when he spurned my great-great-aunt in order to marry some peasant, give up your titles and become a common man, free to marry whom ever you chose.”, Relena pointed out with a rather smug glance at the prince. “After all, what is a keep and land and a title compared to the woman one loves.”, she added, a little smirk upon her lips, as her eyes rolled back slightly.
“I hope you do not mind me asking, but what has made you interested in inquiring in the first place? After all, the fancies of ladies, usually just interest to other ladies that who whisper and gossip.”, the raven haired girl pointed out, her eyes glancing around, looking at the few groups of women that were standing in some corners whispering into each other’s ears.
“Yes, they are promised to each other, my father was quite delighted to finally be able to join our houses…”, the lady mumbled, her voice growing more and more quiet as she realized that the topic of House Stark and House Baratheon join at last wasn’t something that should be discussed with a Targaryen. “I am certain your sister will be quite the lucky woman if Lord Tyrell agrees to the match, so far I have never heard anyone speak a single bad word about his eldest son, he is ought to be quite charming and intelligent.” A match Relena herself wouldn’t have said ‘no’ to. Highgarden was supposedly beautiful, truly the golden rose of the region and the Reach was the most fertile land in the Seven Kingdoms, making any house that had its seat there quite rich, especially the Tyrells. “Prince Trystane?Isn’t he a bit young? Wouldn’t Prince Quentyn be a better match?”, she wondered out loud, the hint of a frown on her forehead as her head tilted slightly. If she recalled correctly, Trystane was closer in age to Myrcella than Daenerys.
“Kin of mine belongs to House Frey.”, the young doe informed him, one of her eyebrows rising slightly while a disapproving gaze lingered upon the silver haired man.
“Oh then we should.”, the Lady Baratheon agreed, a pale hand reaching for the fabric of her skirt. “I have promised Harrold Hardyng a dance and I wouldn’t want him to believe that I am not a woman of my word.”, Relena explained, as she turned around in order to return to the party. “And we know there is at least one lady who wishes to dance with you.”
“I could do that” He mused lightly, not putting real thought into the idea as it wasn’t something he was looking into doing. “A woman is more wealth than a lan-wait, actually…having land means crops and crops means money so…” He shrugged “I get what you mean though. What made me inquire? Interest. I’m intrigued by Ladies and their ways, they’re an enigma to me.” Viserys replied, he’d often been curious at how the other sex thought and felt about things, and his brother mused it was due to how they didn’t have as long experience with their mother as he had and was lacking in a real insight to female rulers in general. So Rhaegar had made sure Viserys attended every event he could so he could become more acquainted to the fairer sex.
“I’m sure he was, as Lord Stark would be, no doubt it will be a good match.” A laugh emmintated from the Targaryen as she spoke of Loras. “Well, I’ve heard rumors about the Knight of Flowers…He may wed a wife, but-” He leaned in closer to whisper so it wouldn’t be overheard. “He may not love a wife as she should deserve, his attention will be elsewhere…” Viserys informed the Lady, hoping she would catch his meaning before a flush rose to his cheeks as he realized he had mistakenly said the wrong name and heavy sighed. “Yes, of course. Right. Quentyn is whom I meant to say…With so many Lords and Ladies here and trying to keep everyone straight with who they are where from…”
“Is your Aunt happy? Truly happy? From what i’ve heard it’s she who does most of the lordship of their marriage and her husband rolls over.” He asked, catching her look, not really feeling bad for his words. He didn’t know many that liked House Frey to begin with, though they might like their Frey relatives, he couldn’t think of one, even a Frey who liked their Lord of the house, Walder. “My apolgies if I offended you, Lady Relena.” His Violet eyes watched as she began to move back to the main room and walked with her there, his head tilted to one side as she spoke.
“Of course and Harrold is a fine man from a good House. Prehaps you’ll be courted by him.” At the words of ladies and himself, Viserys found himself staring at Relena with a quizzical look on his face. “I’m sure you are quite right, but whom do you think would want to?” He asked, glancing back at the main room trying to figure out who she had in mind. “Do you mean those who truly want to enjoy my company or those that are being forced to by their fathers?”
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