“My mother might be able to give you that castle you apparently so desperately desire, but tell me this, what will a castle be worth to a corpse?”
Bronn gritted his teeth at the Princess. He had heard about the so called ‘Others’ the army of the dead. The sellsword still couldn’t believe that was a real thing. Dragons seemed plausible but the dead rising? “Not much” He acknowledged that the brat was right and he wished she wasn’t. He wished he could just ignore her and go to his castle and wait out the coming storm but he also knew Jaime had fled and it seemed Cersei wouldn’t see what everyone else was seeing.
“We go together. I’m not havin’ the future Queen…Rightful Queen…” Bronn shook his head. Relena should have been Queen before her mother. But Daenerys had claim to the throne just as much as Relena did. “Look, I jus’ don’t want you to die on my watch, alright? We best hurry if we want to leave before it gets too dark” He cared about the dark haired beauty more than he’d admit and besides if he let Jaime and Tyrion’s niece die, there’d be hell to pay.
———“Bungie jumping is something a LOT of people do in their free time. Just because we’re from an important family doesn’t mean we have to play it safe all the time. You know as well as I know grandfather didn’t build his fortune by playing it safe. Stop treating me like a child, Viserys. It’s not like I’m taking a cruise through the Amazon. I’m ten times more likely to be eaten or poisoned than dying from bungie jumping.”
Viserys shook his head despite knowing his sister was right in every word she spoke. He couldn’t help but worry over his sisters safety, after all a lot had happened to not only both of them but her more so. “What if something happens while you bungie jump and you break free and get eaten or poisoned?” He asked, trying to be cheeky before he gave a long sigh and a contemplative look.
“You know I mean well, Dany. But, I do want you to have fun, so have fun but listen to the instructions.” He was trying hard not to treat her like a child and getting used to her adrenaline junkie interests. “Just don’t become some ‘Evil Knievel’” He added with a laugh
“Oh,” Sansa gasps, caught off guard by the young man in the room. She’d heard Robert had kept the last Targaryen son as a ward but she’d never seen him and had assumed at best he’d be confined to a tower like in a fairy tale. There’s hardly a moment’s hesitation before she curtsies politely in return. Her verbal response takes a bit longer though, she’s not sure how to address the young ward. After a minute of consideration she says; “Thank you Lord Viserys.” It may not be correct but it was always better to be overly cautious.
“Have you seen Prince Joffery?” She asks, she’d been looking for him, hoping he’d accompany her on a walk around the keep, but she had yet to find him. Arya was off being a heathen somewhere and her father had already been drug into matters concerning the small council.
She was a proper lady, this Sansa of House Stark. The mention of his name with the tittle of Lord made his blood boil. He was a prince and named King before he was snatched away from his mother and made a prisoner he was not a simple Lord. “You’re quite welcome.” But what use was his tittle as Prince or King when the Baratheon usurper claimed the throne.
“Prince Joffery” Viserys echoed, the faint smile fell from his face. Of course she’d be looking for her beloved prince. “No, I’m afraid I haven’t seen him as of late. Is there something I might be able to help you with?” He stretched his legs, going to meet the young woman half way across the room. “It would be quite pleasant to have your company.”
idk if it’s starting a new eating lifestyle or the fact i haven’t ate much today…but my headache is getting worse.
Relena didn’t want to go to his chambers. As long as she could remember the silver haired boy had always been somewhere in the Red Keep, he was their ‘ward’ as her Septa called him, but the young princess was quite certain that her father didn’t like him and her mother didn’t seem to fond either. But her Septa insisted that a ward was part of the family, even if they didn’t share the same blood, therefore Relena was obliged to be civil. “Septa Cecily and I are going to see the new baby, I am supposed to… I mean, I wanted to ask if you wish to join us?”, the dark haired girl asked, once she had entered the boys room.
Violet eyes stared at the younger girl as she spoke. Viserys looked at the Princess and made a face. Another baby how wonderful. Another royal child to be looked down upon. “Alright” The ward knew he had little choice and less even if the Princess was asking him to go with her. “As you wish, Princess. I’ll join you. Do you know if the babe is a girl or boy?” He tried to be civil as he walked with her and the Septa Cecily.
Another day. Another day gone by and he wondered what had become of his mother and sister. He only heard rumors, some saying Daenerys was being tossed from benefactor to benefactor, being raised by someone who wasn’t him. He should have been with Daenerys but instead he had gotten caught, imprisoned in what had been his own home, by the people who had murdered his family, though he had been given an education alongside the King’s children he was rarely allowed to eat at the same table and he was glad for it. Any time spent in proximity of Robert was too much.
He was dressed in his finest clothes as the new Hand was to come to the keep today, instructed by Cersei to be on his best behavior. When wasn’t the sullen young man misbehaving he had to ask himself. Viserys knew better than to act out as it would mean his head would be taken but how he wanted to strangle the Prince Joffery’s neck. He scowled as he heard the doors open and his glare he shot at the door dissolved as he saw a maiden with red hair enter. She had to be Lord Eddard’s child. A vision of beauty she was, and he felt a twinge of pain for what she would be unknowingly be married off to.
“Lady Sansa…welcome to King’s Landing” He greeted her, crossing the room to meet her, giving a small bow. “I’m Viserys Targayren”
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