“Daenerys left her people in Meereen as well. Yell at her as well.” He said grumpily. almost under his breath. “The masters ships and leaders were burned. We took what remained of their fleet and left them in power no longer.” Viserys explained.
He was taken a back by her words and he resisted the urge to fight back, clearly biting his tongue. King consort? He’d take the place a woman would if there was a king?! He knew he had to keep his cool. He would be seen as a child again and not what he should be. A king. He decided to not say anything on that matter and just nodded.
“Yes….” He drug out the words, now unsure of what he said had been the wrong thing to say. He looked down at the ground and then back at Relena as she questioned. “No.” He told her simply. “I’ve never had the opportunity to do so.” Viserys made a face as he spoke, realizing how he was going about this was all wrong. “What do you like?” He asked, his head tilting a bit as he studied her. Obviously it wasn’t him that much was clear. “I assume you wouldn’t like flowers. they’re only beautiful if they are growing, not dead and cut.” He shrugged as he pondered what she could like.
“You could show me your favorite books? Maybe we could read one together” He recalled how excited she had started to sound at the mention of reading and then he shook his head after he spoke, putting a hand in his face, running it through his hair, visibly frustrated. “War is easier then courting…” He found himself chuckling, nervously now, his eyebrows raised. “From what i’ve gathered you’ve never courted either…Or am I wrong?” He asked, gesturing his head towards the Keep. “We could head in, away from the sun and fauna.” He tried to stay away from ordering her, he knew from her earlier words that it was going to be best not to act like he was used to acting. He had to be on his best behavior.
“I do have a little sister, perhaps courting her would be more successful, but then again I doubt that even Myrcella is still that childish.”, Relena said, contemptuously looking down on him. “If your sister were to tie a stone around her ankles and jump into the Narrow Sea would do that too?”
If she was honest, Relena was shocked that no anger tantrum followed when she told Viserys that he would be a king consort at best. She had expected him to scream and shout and to declare that such a title was beneath him, but nothing, therefore she was quite clearly surprised by his calmness and just stared at him for a moment, before shaking her head ever so slightly, to get her thoughts straight again.
“Oh yes, the gesture of giving each other dead flowers.”, the queen mumbled under her breath, before letting out a scoff. For a long she had wondered what fool had come up with this idea and what lass was stupid enough to fall for it. There was no effort in plucking a few flowers and handing them to another person, at least in poets, no matter how badly written they were, at least some effort was put into them, even if it was only the task for writing them down. Relena opened her mother for a brief moment, just close it again, when she heard is question. What did she like? She had always enjoyed reading, she had done it for most of her life, but it wasn’t really something you could do together, for she hated it when someone talked to her while she was trying to focus on a book. “Well…”, she said after a long moment. “What do you enjoy?”, the raven haired girl said, not even acknowledging that she had not yet answered his question.
“Of course I have never courted!”, Relena replied, almost offended by him pointing out the obvious, just like she had done it a moment ago. “I am a woman, we are the ones that get courted… and I am a queen… I… had more important things to do.”, she tried to defend herself, but she couldn’t even convince herself, for she had long noticed that she was rather late on the whole courting thing, other women her age were about to have their first child, and she had never even been alone in a room with a man that wasn’t her Hand or a relative.
“I don’t think going into the keep would be the best of ideas.”, the girl said, her head turning towards the Red Keep. She had already seen that he was unable to ignore the mockery of the guards and if they were to cross her mother’s path she was sure it would not end well, especially since she couldn’t just threaten Cersei with sending her to the wall.
“Myrcella might be better company.” It was a quick jab, one he soon added on to with “But, I prefer yours if only I feel more comfortable talking to someone closer to my own age” He was stunned by her next question and gave it some thought. What did he like? “I enjoy…” By the Seven, what did he enjoy doing? “Not a whole lot of things, apparently” He answered, still trying to think of things. “I enjoy riding Rhaellion.” Once he got over his fear of heights that was.
He found himself laughing at her offended tone. “Well, then, I can see that. You’ve done a fine job ruling your country. Who needs a king?” He felt himself getting relaxed around her and he reminded himself she was a Queen that sat on what should have been his. That she was the daughter of the murderous rebel who killed his family. But he couldn’t put her father’s crime on her. It wasn’t fair. Just how he hated the comparison between his own father and himself.
“Right.” Relena was correct, the Red Keep and it’s people would not be a good choice as of right now and suddenly an idea came to him, almost sounding to excited at the idea. “Would you like to meet Rhaellion? If you want you could ride him with me. See Westeros from a new perspective!” his words almost ran into one another and he gave an embarrassed grin, a flush on his cheeks, wondering where the sudden excitement had come from.
Viserys looked around, figuring that this was a horrible way to go about courting. The gardens weren’t a fond place for her, the keep was off limits as was the sept….where could they go? “We could take a page from
‘Rhoynarian Nights’ and go explore the city?” He suggested. “If anyone were to harm you, they’d have to hurt me instead, you get out safe and don’t have to deal with me anymore. Win-win” It was a bad joke, but a joke nonetheless, and the idea came to him all too quickly. “Or maybe not…that sounds like a bad idea and I’d like to live”
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