When he heard the news, his mouth had dropped open. His sister was serious. He scoffed at her when she used his own words of a marriage proposal against him and his mouth closed once more. He paced around the gardens, his hands behind his back momentarily before he reached out with a hand to look at a flower before sighing, his eyes glancing up at the sky. It was his own words that had gotten him in the position and while it hadn’t been the ideal way to go about getting what he wanted, he figured this was the most diplomatic way to go about it all.
His name spoken by her, made his snap out of his thoughts as he approached her and saw her hand rise, he took it in his own, tenderly holding on to it as his lips pressed to the fair skin of the woman. “Relena.” He greeted, trying his best to sound warm and inviting, offering his arm for her to take. He by no means expected her to but figured it would be the right thing to do as Jorah and Tyrion had mentioned a few things on the subject of courting a woman. “I am….I too hope you are having a more pleasant day.” Viserys cringed at his own words. How awful and awkward those words sounded, he glanced at her, watching for her reaction until his eyes caught a bird in the path way and took in the air as a breeze drifted through.
“I’ve missed this.” He commented. “The air. I never thought I would. Silly almost.” A hint of a smile ghosted his lips as he spoke. “Traveling from place to place, outrunning those who’d harm my sister and I…I never stopped to take anything in.” Viserys breathed deeply, exhaling with a pleased sigh. “Everything in King’s Landing…Even the stench of Flea Bottom and the surrounding areas…Even that smells better then some of the places I’ve been” Viserys’s eyes were back on Relena and just as his shoulders relaxed, they tensed up, his guard had been brought down momentarily by memories and his violet eyes focused on the path in front of them. “How has court been for you before our arrival?” He asked, trying to think of things to ask.
For a moment the girl stared at his arm wondering how rude she would seem and how displeased her hand would have been if she had she not accepted it. Therefore, barely able to hold back a sigh, she reached for the arm he had offered her. Relena blinked a few times and tilted her head upon hearing Viserys’ rather strange words. “The day has been very agreeable.”, she said, the world slowly leaving her mouth, still slightly taken by surprise by his statement.
For a moment the queen lowered her head, as she listened to his words. She had to remind herself who he was, that he was the son of the Mad King, a traitor in fact and that back then, when her father still ruled, it was necessary to find them, to get rid of him and his sister to secure the Baratheon reign and most of all, Relena had to remind herself that she could not feel any kind of pity of him or his circumstances.
She was the queen and even though he was here to court her, she could never forget that he would always remain her enemy.
“The court has always been pleasant.” What else was she supposed to say? Until she was crowned queen Relena had spent almost her entire life in one chamber, with only the company of her septa and her ladies occasionally tending to her and once she was queen everyone seemed to be bending over backwards to please her. "Though my courtiers enjoy walks through the gardens more than I do, but alas I cannot depraver them of their joys just because I do not share them.“, she said with a sigh, her gaze roaming through the flowers. Usually when she spent private time with a member of her court they invited her on a stroll through the gardens and most of the time she agreed, despite her neither enjoying the smell of the flowers nor the constant sun upon her pale skin.
He was about to speak, saying something about how it was nice that court had been pleasant when she spoke again, watching her gaze fall on the flowers. Visery’s ever so slowly began steering her away from the gardens. What else was he supposed to do? If this were Dany he’d have done the same thing, least now he would have. Before his near death experience maybe he wouldn’t have been so inclined to. Telling her how he’d wanted to spend more time here and to not wake the dragon. “What…What do you enjoy doing?” He finally asked as they were farther from the gardens, once again approaching the keep.
He had some notion of what Ladies would do but not enough to be fully knowledgeable on the subject and he hated going to Jorah and Tyrion for any more advice on these things then he already had done. Viserys wondered if they along with Dany were watching them from far away, most likely betting on his downfall. Relena and his sister seemed to be on fairly good terms and this only angered him more and was part of the reason why he was here now. To prove multiple points to people. He wasn’t like his father, he could woo a girl, and he didn’t have anger issues.
“We can go do and be anywhere you’d like…I just suggested the Gardens for my own reasons.” Viserys told the dark haired beauty, stopping briefly under the shade of the trees. He remembered her words she had spoken to him in the Great Hall, she was right, he had acted like a child. But could she really blame him? What was his, what made him…ripped away from him. His life, his family…Even if he gained Dany by losing his mother…He was a child who was crying out and never got what he wanted and now that he was older and in better circumstances he was going to change things.
“After all you are the Queen” He said sighing and giving a half roll of the eyes, half joking with her, or at least his attempt at one. Viserys was horrible at courting. He had no idea how any of this worked. He’d really only been half instructed and now the other half was just blindly going about it. It wasn’t till a guard nearby made a few too many comments about Viserys and from what he could hear, about his sister as well that he almost forgot all manner and decorum, leaving Relena to confront the man but as he was about to take more steps further, his fist clenched, his jaw stern and his eyes blazing, he stopped himself.
“Let’s go.” He ordered Relena, grabbing her hand in his, not knowing where he was going expect he wanted to be far from the guard and his thoughts on what he would have liked to do or at the very least say. He dropped her hand as he realized he’d dragged her, practically, away from the nice shade of the tree and gave a frustrated sigh. Just when he thought things were going well, he had to ruin it.
Viserys was stunned by this woman. His face flushed as the eyes of the court were on him and he started to step down from his steps that had been closing in on her. “My father was not a good man. I can admit that. But I am not him. I wouldn’t do what he did to the people he swore to protect” Viserys spoke softer now. At her words of his sister, his eyes dropped. “I’ve done things to get back here to where I am now. Not all of them have been good for my sister but Khal Drogo had an army. One I had hoped to use. I’m sure you know what they say about the Dothraki in battle…” Viserys stopped himself, he wasn’t trying to make what he did seem right, justifying what he had done to Daenerys but he had no other choice back then, he was running out of options at the time and when the opportunity arose he knew he had to take what he could get.
He loathed the idea of sending Daenerys but it seemed like he only choice he had. Here he was, yet again feeling like he had during his time with the Dothraki. Second to his sister, his jaw clenched momentarily as he scrunched up his lips and nose making his decision. “As you wish.” His voice became even once again and he began to descend down the stairs with no choice but to accept defeat. He knew any attack on her would not bode well for himself or Dany and he would be seen just like his father. Viserys held his head high and carried himself like a the proper King he was and meant to be as he walked by the court. Some booed him, calling him the Begger King. Others threw an array of insults and one cook threw a tomato at him, landing square on his face and yet Viserys kept walking, his face remained unchanged as he signaled for his guards to keep on following him as one had went towards the cook, hand on his sword about to pull it out to attack.
Viserys went to Daenerys, telling her what had transpired. He noticed the look of disappointment and he shrugged, wiping the tomato off of his face. Telling her it must be simply the fancy of the Usuper’s daughter to see what a true queen was like, Viserys’s voice bitter as he spoke, watching Dany leave him to speak with Relena.
The moment she had agreed to this nonsense Relena already cursed the seven heavens. Allowing a Targaryen to court her, was almost sounded more pleasant than that. She was the most eligible woman in all of the Seven Kingdoms, and she was expected to settle for the son of a mad man, all because of giant lizards. But she was a queen, which meant that first and foremost she was a servant to her people and that was what she would do, no matter how much she despised it.
The young queen was in the garden’s of the Red Keep and oh how she would have loved to turn around and leave, to lock herself into her chamber until he was gone again, for she was certain that her own father was turning in his grave because of what she was about to do, Robert would have probably choosen war over this any day but then again her
father was never a great king, and she was determined to do better than he did.
“Viserys.”, the raven haired girl said, as soon as she saw the silver prince approach. She made a few reluctant steps towards him, forcing a smile upon her lips, while her hand rose. Had her Lord Hand not kept insisted upon her displaying all the courtesy that that was due for a suitor of the queen, the young stag would have probably remained frozen where she stood, unwilling to show him the slightest bit of hospitality, for she could perfectly recall how she hated her self for not appointing her grandfather, for the first time since she took the throne, when Lord Stark kept trying to persuade her. “I hope you are having a pleasant day.”
When he heard the news, his mouth had dropped open. His sister was serious. He scoffed at her when she used his own words of a marriage proposal against him and his mouth closed once more. He paced around the gardens, his hands behind his back momentarily before he reached out with a hand to look at a flower before sighing, his eyes glancing up at the sky. It was his own words that had gotten him in the position and while it hadn’t been the ideal way to go about getting what he wanted, he figured this was the most diplomatic way to go about it all.
His name spoken by her, made his snap out of his thoughts as he approached her and saw her hand rise, he took it in his own, tenderly holding on to it as his lips pressed to the fair skin of the woman. “Relena.” He greeted, trying his best to sound warm and inviting, offering his arm for her to take. He by no means expected her to but figured it would be the right thing to do as Jorah and Tyrion had mentioned a few things on the subject of courting a woman. “I am….I too hope you are having a more pleasant day.” Viserys cringed at his own words. How awful and awkward those words sounded, he glanced at her, watching for her reaction until his eyes caught a bird in the path way and took in the air as a breeze drifted through.
“I’ve missed this.” He commented. “The air. I never thought I would. Silly almost.” A hint of a smile ghosted his lips as he spoke. “Traveling from place to place, outrunning those who’d harm my sister and I…I never stopped to take anything in.” Viserys breathed deeply, exhaling with a pleased sigh. “Everything in King’s Landing…Even the stench of Flea Bottom and the surrounding areas…Even that smells better then some of the places I’ve been” Viserys’s eyes were back on Relena and just as his shoulders relaxed, they tensed up, his guard had been brought down momentarily by memories and his violet eyes focused on the path in front of them. “How has court been for you before our arrival?” He asked, trying to think of things to ask.
Viserys bite his tongue, trying his best not to let the girls words rile him up. He could feel his anger growing with each word that came out of her mouth. “Westeros runs through my veins as well. Both my sister and I were born here and I raised for the first part of my life.” His jaw clenched as she went on and his violet eyes shifted to a near glare as she spoke of his family as she did. How dare she! He was the song of the great dragons. A dynasty of Kings! What was she? A member of a house that had branched off from his own house. A sad extension.
“My father was mad. My brother was loved by the people and he should have been King, he would have gladly taken the throne. But your father and his followers went too far. How could he say he loved Lyanna Stark when he had whores upon whores?” Viserys asked, a snort coming from his nose as he spoke of Robert and he had almost thought he was beginning to have a pleasant conversation with this woman before she insulted him. His sister?! Seven Hells, that was not happening. He was the King! The rightful ruler of Westeros.
Viserys stalked forward, closer to the throne, not caring for the guards that were surely going to stop him from going to close to their Queen. “You little wench.” He growled, his eyes burning with rage and he tried to hold himself back, feeling his nails digging into his palm. “Not everything. She may be the Mother of Dragons, a Khalessi of the Great Grass Seas but she would not have gotten there had it not been for me arranging such a marriage.”
“I helped her grow into a Queen of Mereen. I was named Kiing of the Iron Throne before my mother’s demise and after my father and brother were murdered by your father and youruncle. “ Viserys spat his words, his anger and rage coming out far to much even for his liking. The dragon was waking inside and he wanted to unleash it upon the Usurper daughter.
“You will negotiate with me. Head of House Targayren and not my sister.” In the back of his head Viserys had an image of stabbing her in the back before her guards could come to her aid. He also imagined her, on her knees swearing fealty to him, begging for her life to be spared.
“Do you know why Aegon forged the throne from swords? He believed that no king should ever sit comfortably in his power. With prospects like this who would want to rule?”
“Who indeed”
“It’s simple really. If one gets to comfortable with power, they lose sight of what they have and should not have. Power is something the can corrupt very easily. It’s hard to obtain and once you have it…You don’t want to let it go after you’ve tasted something so sweet.”
“Viserys of the House Targaryen, the Third of his Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, King of Yunkai. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, The Unscathed and The Breaker of Chains.”
He was announced by his advisor as he walked into the Throne room dressed in finest clothing.
“Thank you, Lady Relena of House Baratheon for keeping your King’s seat warm for his arrival.”
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