I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
Relena’s eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing her uncle speak of political matters with Viserys. They weren’t even married and people were already turning towards him instead of her?
She had expected something like this from men like Lord Baelish or Maester Pycelle, but not from her own family, especially not Stannis.
Slowly the young queen began to tense up within her chairs, while she listened to Stannis, until Viserys finally spoke. For a brief moment her dark eyebrows rose in surprise, before she turned her head towards the silver haired man, slightly turning her back towards the Baratheon Lord. “I was thinking of honey cake.”, she suggested on the matter of wedding cake, leaning back into her chair again.
“Though mother did suggest pigeon pie.” It wasn’t the first thing her mother had suggested, her initially idea was dragon pie but that was certainly not something the young stag was going to mention in front of Viserys, even less so when her eldest uncle was right there with them, for he would probably agree with the former queen for the first time in his life.
“Relena, you’ve heard of the news from Lord Eddard’s son, Jon correct?” Viserys asked noticing how the dark haired woman only commented on cakes and pies than anything else and decided it was good enough time than any to bring up the subject he’d heard from Daenerys. “I wish to go with Dany to see these creatures for myself. If dragons can come back than…well, I don’t want to take any risks and not have any of us prepared for these….creatures.” He stated, Eddard nodding in agreement. “Yes, Jon was very adamant in these creatures being real and a real threat. People need to see to believe.” Eddard spoke to Relena, his eyes glanced over to Stannis trying to gauge how he’d react to the tales of the White Walkers and what his feelings on the matter were.
“You’ll be rid of me and Rahellion for a while. Not too long hopefully.” Viserys told Relena with a small smile, hearing Stannis grunt in disapproval to the words. which made Viserys lose his smile and turn it into a frown and he wondered how Shireen was ever happy if happy at all. The poor child having to be around such sullen and bitter parents who rarely saw one another. Viserys knew his own parents weren’t the happiest and his father was worse off then Stannis…But at least he had his mother and brother and his wife. They had been pleasant. But Shireen had no one, not really.
“Dany wishes to leave in the next few days to the North so with your permission, Your Grace. I’d like to go with her.”
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“I am certain most of them are praying for a short winter every day.”, the raven haired woman mumbled quietly. Of course the common folk craved the summer to return, after all, no matter how well the great castles are stocked, there was always the fear that it would not be enough and those that had worked for the harvest were usually the ones that suffered first, but during a long summer there was usually more than enough food for everyone. If were just for the farmers and the low-born, Relena would have join them in their prayers, but she could not help think of something else when people spoke of the end of winter.
And apparently the queen was not the only one that didn’t think of the farmers when it came to the return of summer, because Lady Sansa seemed to think of the exact same matter. Just a moment later the young woman began speaking about the impending wedding that could soon happen when the snow melted and how excited she was, for she had seen many weddings, but never a royal one and if she hadn’t known any better Relena would have claimed that the red haired Stark was the bride to be, since she seemed far more excited than the Baratheon woman. Soon Relena found herself listening to the oldest daughter of her Hand, talking about fabrics for wedding gowns and embroidery patterns. As the girl kept on talking, the young stag did her best to keep a sigh from leaving her lips and leaned back in her chair, a golden goblet, filled with wine in her hand, suddenly understanding why she had seen her mother in the exact same position so often.
Relena’s thoughts trailed off as soon as Sansa began talking about sewing patterns, she was in fact paying so little attention that she had not noticed that the young lady had already stopped talking to her and long started bickering with her sister about something she hadn’t heard. It wasn’t until the queen noticed Viserys waving towards her cousin that her mind returned to the dinner and her guests.
He barley noticed the talk of wedding dresses that Sansa kept droning on about to Relena. That was, until, Sansa decided to take Viserys’s lack of people to talk to and continued the wedding talk. Which left Viserys like a fearful deer, wide eyed and on edge. Talk of food and drink occurred and he just danced around the subject giving half answers and suggested ideas to the girl. The dragon spoke to the young girl’s father, hoping he’d have more insight on what a royal wedding would be like. Arya seemed content enough to just stab her food and make small talk with whomever would talk with her.
The night dragged on for what seemed an eternity and Stannis cleared his throat, questioning Viserys on some political topics and the like, which he abstained from knowing full well it was not his place to discuss what Stannis was trying to get him to do. Viserys was unsure as to why but figured he was gauging Viserys and his role and just how far he could push the dragon. “These would all be questions you should ask your queen, Lord Baratheon. I haven’t the faintest of clues. Now, Lady Sansa….You suggested Lemon Cake for the wedding cake? Wouldn’t that be too much…lemon?” He asked, wrinkling his nose up at the idea as Sansa gave a small laugh, watching Arya join in clearly not liking the idea of that much lemon cake.
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