“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?”
“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.”
“Does she? Does she have Lyanna’s wild spirit in her too?” Rhaegar asked, trying to imagine what her daughter looked like and just how close to Lyanna she did. “She’s with the Lannisters, kept by the lions?” He asked and before he could get an answer he spoke again “I swear we will get them back, both of your girls Lady Stark.” If he could at least help in getting one or two Stark daughters home safe and sound than he would.
“I see. Well, I guess I can’t fault him for following his Uncle and making his own decisions.” Rhaegar wouldn’t blame Jon for taking the black. it had been in the past a noble thing to do and wasn’t just for a way to escape death and while Jon might just be of his blood he did have the Stark blood running through his veins. “I’ve gotten word that my supporters are coming here within the next day” He mentioned off hand before he shook his head at the comment about Harrenhall. “Well, that may be the case but members of my own family have come to ruin in the throne I wish to reclaim…At any rate, what are Robb’s next plans?”
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