There had been whispers of war, and she couldn’t bear the thought of it all. Not now, not while she had him back.The tears wiped from her eyes before coming to him, but the notion of distress was still present in her features.
“I overheard some Lords speaking to a southern invasion, Jory.”
Jory had heard about this coming war, but he had faith in his Lord, in House Stark and the others that the Southern invasion would be avoided and dealt with in something other than another pointless bloody war. It seemed before and after Robert’s reign as King there had been nothing but bloodshed. “That won’t come to pass. It can’t.” Jory told Isyla as he brought her into him and wrapped his arms around her. “If it does come, I will keep our family safe. I promise you that, Isyla.”
“Please tell me you are joking.”, the queen said, as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at the silver haired man with a disapproving look. “After all we are two grown adult, we should be able to find things out on our own.”, Relena pointed out, for it would be quite humiliating if they had to constantly ask Lord Stark what they were supposed to do now, especially considering that she was his queen and not just some foolish lady, but perhaps all this would have been much simpler if she had been just a girl and Viserys had been just a boy.
He gave a bashful look as she looked at him. “Okay…you’re right.” She was right of course, she was a Queen and they both couldn’t continue to run and ask other adults on how to run their lives or a country. Why would they be in charge and not the person giving advice?
Viserys had an idea suddenly, motioning her to wait while he retrieved something from his room and came back, item in hand and got down on one knee to present it to her. The same ring from before, and cleared his throat, his nerves that had been building as he went to get the ring subsided as he looked up at her and he spoke with confidence, a true smile spread across his face, one of the few real happy smiles he had had since being in his exile. “Will you, Relena Baratheon take this ring? Be my wife and I your husband?” He asked as he had no other idea of what to do besides asking Eddard.
“Well…”, she mumbled once more, her gaze roaming through the room. “What do we do now?”, she wondered out loud, uncertain eyes trying to find his. This was clearly a strange situation, for neither of them had any experience with these matters, they had come so far to confess that much.
Viserys stayed silent, unsure of what to make of the situation either. “I don’t know” He admitted as he took a small step away from the wall, finally feeling like he didn’t need the wall’s support anymore as his body had stopped shaking. “We could consult Lord Stark?” His mind immediately thinking of them as children having to go ask their father what to do next after they had completed a task asked of them.
For the briefest of moments the composure, to which Relena always held onto so carefully, slipped from her face, revealing true surprise. The young queen took a deep breath, trying to regain her serenity before speaking. “Well…”, she mumbled, her gaze lowering for a moment “… then I believe this courtship can be considered successful…”
He was expecting her to lose it, to say something along the lines of how she couldn’t believe him. But no. Instead she mumbled and kept her compose only letting bits and pieces of her full emotion through, which, Visery’s hadn’t noticed. He himself was too shocked and stunned by his own confession.
“Yes- was all he managed to get out, like he was out of breath now and he leaned his back against the stone wall. Relieved he had spoken aloud how he felt for her. He glanced up at the ceiling before looking back at her and then at his feet. “-It can.”
“Relena…” Viserys started his voice going soft until he got frustrated by her words. The words he wanted to say got stuck, unable to com fourth and he found himself staring at her for a moment until he tossed what words he wanted to say out the window. “What would you have me do? Or say? Shall I never speak a word to you so you can be content on a grand marriage? One that’s deprived of lies and promises? They are and can be different if they come from a person who means what they say!”
“I do not know what I wish for you to say, but I do know that there are far more pleasant things than to hear someone say that all promises are always broken, especially when you and that someone are trying to work towards the promise of marriage! What would you think these words mean had I said them to you? I now have to doubt everything I have heard! I mean, take this courtship as an example, it started on the promise of an armistice, now how am I supposed to understand your words? That any moment your army could march towards the capitol?”
Viserys was shaking. His eyes blazed. He’d always been brought up with lies based on promises. Promises that were broken. But he knew when promises should try to be upheld and made right. Not turn into a lie. What would he have thought had she said his own words to him? Viserys knew he would have been put aback by them and wondering what was the idea behind this marriage and if it were worth it.
“Because I love you!”
He shouted the four words he never thought he’d utter, his voice cracked as he tried to hold back his emotions that were now brought to the surface. “I wouldn’t march my army towards the capitol because until you say so, it is our army. I want to make promises to you, for you, for us but how can I when you fear I shall become like your father and break his vows and promises to your mother?!” He went on, his whole being quivered now.
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