As she yanked her arm back and yelled at him, Viserys stood his ground. “I think you could.” He answered after a long moment of silence, watching her turn around. Viserys was waiting for her to leave, but when it seemed like she wasn’t he thought back on what she had said before the guard encounter. “I haven’t read that book nor many…I never had the luxury of reading much after my exile. I lost joy in it.” He admitted, his voice low and he shook his head, his silver hair hung in his eyes for a second before he pushed it back. “It may very well be a backwards way to look at things, but you are right. The ruler may rule but he does not rule without the people.”
Viserys stayed put where he was, knowing she was saying and doing all of this because it was his right as her guest, and he was still trying to shake the feeling of anger and frustration from earlier. Viserys felt the sun on him, the breeze coming by again and he walked closer to Relena, unsure about what to say now and he rubbed the back of his head.
“I knew in the back of my head, that coming back here, I would receive the same words I heard my whole life. That not everyone would welcome me back after what my father did and who he was.” He started “But, I had hoped more would be welcoming to my rule once more…Not this” He vaguely gestured to the guard and his companions. “I’ve been called the Begger King, mocked and degraded not only by my own people but by the people in Bravvos and the Dothraki-” Viserys began talking steps closer to Relena. “I had to sell the last piece of home and my family to survive. To help feed my sister and I. My mother’s crown. A symbol of royalty, pride…” His eyes watched birds as they flew around the gardens, trying to keep himself composed.
“Relena. I don’t trust you. I want to. I want to put our father’s feud behind us. My father’s actions and your father’s rebellion. Had I been older and Rhaegar not in his own battle, I’m sure we would have seen our father for the Mad King that he was and gotten rid of him. But what-if’s won’t change. What can change is…us.” He dared to look at her now, his body turned to face her. “I’m Viserys Targaryen, third of my name, named King after my father and brother’s death. An you, named Queen after your father’s death. I see how this country has prospered and grown in my father’s absence and I don’t wish to see that gone.” In truth he wanted his life back. What he thought made him, who he was. A throne and a crown. “Show me your favorite places, I care not where. Too much has changed in the keep…” It no longer felt like home. No dragon skulls adorning the great hall. It was colder and yet inviting and warm. “I’d like to see it for what it is now; Being of your family.” He gave a weak smile, after all his feelings had come fourth and he needed a distraction before he fell apart in front of The Usrper’s daughter.
Goldnwulf 