“I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I thought I’d keep you company for a while.” “Do you wanna talk about it or should we just snuggle?” “Listen… I’m here for you.” “Hey, guess who loves you? It’s me!” “I love you more than I love [favourite thing].” “I could hug you all day.” “Nobody fucks with my friends. Except me. But that’s different.” “Hey, I bought you something.” “Hey, I made you something.” “You did this for me? Thankyou!” “You’re my friend, I’m not going to leave you.” “I’m not just here for good days. I’m here for the bad ones, too.” “They don’t like you because they don’t know you like I do.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” “You’re my favourite person.” “Have I ever told you how great you are?” “Do you want to do something together? To take your mind off of it?” “Look, even my parents love you. You’re amazing.” “I’m freezing, hold me.”
@notenoughmuses }, he is all nice and emotional and Relena behaves like she grew up in the victorian era always talking about how inappropriate everything is
Don’t be! It’s cute. Viserys is just like surprised and exhausted by how vulnerable he is around her (starting to be) so her being like x thing is inappropriate is just funny.
Who loses it first in a fight? Who starts yelling first?
Who puts their head down and just takes it, because they know the other just needs to get it out?
Who slams doors and yells and stomps away?
Or do they sigh and their shoulders slump, as they walk away, quietly shutting the door behind them? Because sometimes the silent disappointment is worse than any yelling
Who sleeps on the couch?
And who breaks the silent treatment first, apologising and begging for a hug?
Who breaks down into sobs, saying they aren’t worth it and why are you still here? And who is the one that hold the other, tells them they’re beautiful and that it’s going to be okay, because at the end of the day some stupid fight shouldn’t ruin years of smiles and happiness?
Is the makeup sex hard and rough and loud pinned up against the wall, biting and sucking marks into each other’s necks because this person is mine dammit
Or is soft kisses and apologies, gentle caresses and touches? Is it telling the other they’re beautiful and amazing and deserve to be loved?
Because lets be honest, relationships aren’t perfect, but what’s perfect is putting all that aside and loving each other no matter what
“Well, last time I was called away during a conversation, it because of grain and when I returned to members of court, half the ladies thought I was about to start a war with the Reach and the other half was muttering and affair with Margaery Tyrell, I mean, her brother I would have understood, but her?”, Relena joked as she reached for the arm he had offered her. When she heard Viserys talk about her father, the young queen could not help but lagh, quickly covering her lips with her hand.
“Oh no, my father would certainly not be proud of what I just did.”, she disagreed. Robert was a fierce and ill-tempered man, after all he was a true Baratheon and their words were, ours is the fury, and her father lived by these words. “He would have probably beaten the man half to death until he told him everything he knew, and then he would have ridden out to the Storm Lands with an army.”
His face fell at the idea of her and Margaery. “Wow. Well then…” He shook his head, laughing at the very idea of her having an affair with the Highgarden woman. He than made a face at her comment on her father and what exactly he would have done had Robert been in his daughters position. “That’s horrible…” Viserys tried to imagine what his own father would have done and he huffed. “It’s slightly better then what mine would have done.”
Viserys noticed quite a few woman already gossiping and a few Lords engaged with talk as well, glancing at the Queen and Targayren as they walked together. “Shall I take my leave?” He asked as they kept walking, almost wanting to slip his arm away from hers. The silver-haired man caught his sister’s attention, and could see the relief on his sister’s face, but caught a hint of worry which he’d have to smooth over in due time, but she turned to talk to Margaery Tyrell.
“Whatever my queen wishes of me to do.” Viserys told Relena as he saw the ladies she’d been talking to earlier, only getting snippets of random whispers and rumors were flying all over the place. From Viserys plotting to hurt his sister to Joffrey…Then there were more scandalous rumors about the two of them being together among other rumors and he was left with the most bewildered expression on his face. “Seven Hells” He muttered under his breath. Still unable to believe how many stories and versions of these stories were going around.
For moment the queen kept staring down at the man, listening to him confessing his crimes, before her eyes turned towards one of her knights. “Take off his chains.”, she commanded. “And bring him parchment and a feather.”, she added. “If you serve me well, your head will not meed the blade.”, Relena promised him, her voice solemn. “And the first thing you will do for me is to write to Lord Wylde, tell him that you have not gotten the chance to follow his orders yet, though you are certain that an opportunity will arise soon, furthermore you will warn him of Joffrey unpopularity at court and that it seems doubtful that he can claim the throne without nobles at court that support him, after you are done writing you will be escorted to the Black Cells, where you are to remain until Lord Wylde was brought to justice.” Once she was done instructing the man, Relena turned her attention to the Lord Hand. “You will oversee this and read every word he wrote before having the letter send away and in a few days time, you will send an invitation to Lord Wylde and other lords to join us here, I am confident that he will use this opportunity to pave the way for Joffrey at court, that way we will not have to ride out with an army to get him.”
The raven haired queen cleared her throat and straightened out the fabric of her dress, as she turned back towards Viserys, with an almost delighted smile upon her soft pink lips.
“Shall we return to the others, now that this is taken care of?”, she asked, her voice soft and polite now, as if she just had the most pleasent of conversations. “I am positive the ladies’ imaginations have run wilde, and we will be able to overhear the most amusing of theories now.”
Once the man was taken care off, Eddard had taken the man and done as Relena asked, the man was grateful and promised to do as he was asked. Viserys couldn’t help but give a grin at hearing her words, she was well taught in how to deal with these kinds of things, it was clear.
Viserys stood as she turned and placed the sword back where it belonged and gave a smile back to her, raising his eyebrows slightly, before giving a chuckle. “Yes. I would enjoy that very much” He replied as he smoothed out his hair that was surely a mess from the recent events. “I do wonder what they think happened?” Viserys offered her his arm as they begun to walk out of the room, just a habit from his time courting her. He didn’t expect her to take it but if she did, she did. “You handled that very well, Relena. Your father would have been proud.” He commented in a low tone as they exited the room and ventured into the corridor that would lead them out to where the other court members were at.
“We are talking about a man who was stupid enough to speak of an attempt on my life at my court, while I was surrounded by courtiers and the guard, I don’t think we need a dragon to outwit this.”, Relena pointed out, she didn’t sound worried, rather insulted that this man actually believed it would be so easy to harm her.
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Good, because this needs to be handled with our minds, not our swords.”, the young queen said, as she watched Viserys calm down. When she heard him talk about his worry, his fear for her life, Relena didn’t know what to say. This was not the right moment for feeling, a situation like this needed to be handled proper and an anger tantrum or foolish behaviour would only make it all worse, therefore she took a deep breath and, for the moment, ignored his sentiment. First and foremost she was a queen and in moments like these, a queen had to function, not feel.
“I thank you Viserys, but there is no need for such formalities. This isn’t an official procedure, this is more of a… conversation.”, the queen said, making a few steps to approach the man. “A conversation between a man, who has committed treason, for which the punishment is death, and, to his luck, a woman that is very fond of the mother’s mercy.” This man had acted more than just incompetent, he had acted like a fool, which lead Relena to believe that he was just a puppet, while the master hid in the shadows. She could just kill the man, according to law, but that would only lead to more snakes slithering towards her, no she need the one who send the snakes in the first place. “But, as we all know, the mother is only willing to bestow her mercy upon those that atone for their sins.”, she added, staring down on the man. “So be honest with me, this was not your idea, was it? Someone sent you, perhaps they promised your gold, or a better life for you and your family, but if I was you, I would ask myself this, on who should I depend, the queen, who can give me all that was promised as well and my life or the man that send me to a certain death, probably already expecting that he will never have to pay?”
No need for…she was going to have a conversation with this man?! Viserys watched as Relena walked towards the man and was amazed at how she was handling this situation. He was starting to come to the conclusion that he wasn’t the only one involved in this attempt at an overthrow and he watched as the man tried to back up from the woman and Viserys leaned forward, waiting to see how this was going to unfold.
“No, it wasn’t.” the man replied shakily. “He said he’d pay me…my wife-she…” His head hung down low as the reality of her words sunk in. “His name is Killian. Lord Killian Wylde” He confessed. “He and others believe that you shouldn’t sit on the throne. That your brother Joffrey should rule instead. Least of all we have the Begger King and his sister on the throne.” He shot Viserys a glare and his eyes softened when he looked back at Relena. ‘Please…Queen Relena….have mercy on me” The man begged. “I was only in on this for the gold”
Viserys leaned back as the man spoke and his words echoed. He truly was unwanted here wasn’t he? Viserys the would and should have been King was not welcomed by many of his ‘subjects’. Viserys glanced at Relena wondering what she would do.
“I can give you all of the information you need, please just let me live.” The man begged once more his eyes flickering to the guards all around him, wondering if he was going to die at any point in time.
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