Viserys growled at the mention of his father. “I know what he did, Relena. You need not go into more of what he did. I know he killed people with no justice given. They may be. Maegor the Cruel ruled and then Jaehareys I ruled. Called
Conciliator, the Wise one, the longest ruling monarchs on the throne.” His voice started out angered and frustrated but calmed towards the end. “I would not be my father. There are lessons to be learned in a monarchs rule. You’ve learned from your own father’s mistakes have you not? I’ve learned from mine.”
“I will not lie to you. I am here to reclaim my throne. What I was promised since birth and named as it’s king during the rebellion. I wouldn’t know what to do with the gold as i’ve spent long enough without even a lesser houses gold. The glory…perhaps. The castle was my home, should have been Daenerys’s as well.”
Viserys paused listing to her speak once more about earning her trust and about his sister. It was true, they had proved such. But he felt he had proved himself just as much when he ruled Yunkai. He’d gotten rid of the slavery and for a short time brought peace to the people, attempting to reform the city to be better than the slave masters before they left for Westeros, leaving his trusted advisors in charge. “I ruled Yunkai. I was King there and the people were happy with my rule. The slavers gone and the slaves freed. I made way for stability and reformation to start over. Build a better world then the one our parent’s and grandparents left it. That’s what I want.”
He stated giving his own words of his time across the sea. Hearing her speak about not having a place she loved in the keep made him frown. “I see.” He thought of what they could do and he wondered if he could recall any of his favorite places in the keep, finding he couldn’t think of any. “We could go to-” He almost suggested the Godswood but remembered she didn’t want to be in the gardens. “We could just go inside? No particular place, perhaps just wonder around? Maybe visit the Sept?” He suggested.
“And then you just left them behind!”, Relena declared reproachful. “You gave the people Yunkai a taste of a better world and then you left them, because you wanted something better for yourself! Do you not think that a good king, a king that wants what is best for his people, would have remained there and kept ruling to make sure that his people remain free?”, the Baratheon queen questioned, her eyebrows narrowed as she stared at the man.
“Well.”, she said, after calming down a bit. “You have been honest with me, now allow me the same courtesy. Do not, for a single moment believe that you will ever rule the Seven Kingdoms.”, she said, slow and clearly. “Even if this…”, Relena said, waving around in the space between the two of them. “… somehow works out, against all odds, you would be king in name only, a king consort not more, for Westeros has one true ruler that sits the iron throne and that is me.” Not for a moment did Relena’s eyes leave Visery’s when she spoke. Her family had suffered and fought, people had died to remove the Targaryens from the throne and a union with one would more than just displease her people, but if she were to give the crown to one of them they would have a rebellion within days. Furthermore, her pride forbid her from giving up her position. The raven haired girl had never craved the throne, but now that it was hers she had grown into her duty and the crown was hers to bear.
“Visit the Sept?”, the young stag asked sceptical. She had spent many years reading the Seven Pointed Star, for it was the only book her Septa approved of and Relena was almost certain that she knew it better than the High Septon himself and while it was her duty as a queen and a believer to visit the Septa for prayers, she certainly did not visit it for a pleasant time. “Have you ever courted a lady before?”, the girl suddenly asked, looking at him with a tilted head and eyebrows that were pinched together. She was certainly no expert in matters of the heart, but even she was aware that the Sept was probably not the best place to court someone, surrounded by ancient graves and apparently right in the sight of the gods.
“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.
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