“Sansa, come here.” His voice was gentle as he beckoned the young girl closer, embracing her in a tight hug. “Shh. Shh. It’s going to be alright” This young girl, a perfect lady, sweet and loving was going to marry Joffery? Jory didn’t care for the young boy much but now…after what had transpired with Lady. Jory could skin him alive. “I’m here. I’m sorry Sansa.”
Sansa blushes and her eyes flick down to the gown, it was embroidered with small blue and red flowers on a field of green satin. “Y-yes.” She nods. “Mother taught me to embroider.” She explains. “I’ve always enjoyed it, but the gown did get somewhat tedious to embroider, it’s mostly just the same pattern repeated.” She lets him sweep her along the dance floor, her deep blue eyes fixed on his violet ones.
She wasn’t so used to having the attention be all on her, as the behaved daughter most of the time she fell by the wayside as her mother tried to curb Arya’s shenanigans. It was nice, to have the prince be paying attention to her. “Oh Dragons. Do you think that will really happen? It’s been hundreds of years since there were last Dragons in Westeros?”
She glances over to the doors where the Septa is ushering the wolf pups out of the room. “OUr wolves are lovely but some of them are a bit too wild. Nymeria and Shaggydog especially. My Lady is wonderfully behaved though.”
“I have no doubt you will be able to do even more elaborate patterns in weeks to come” Viserys told the Princess as his gaze lingered on her dress for a bit longer before he replied to her questions and he gave a nod. Of course it had to happen. Their were three dragons among his fathers children and three dragons eggs, it only made sense. They would fulfill the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised with three heads of the dragon.
“Of course I do. There’s nothing to suggest that they won’t come back at all.” He answered “Direwolves were gone for two hundred years and yet there they are” He gestured to where they had gone off to. “The wolves are truly like their masters, what of the other wolves? Are they more like Lady or the wilder ones?” He asked as they proceeded to finish the song out to dance and kissed her hand, his lips gently brushing her skin ever so lightly. “I’m glad we’ve finally been able to meet, Princess Sansa your fathers letter to my own did not do justice enough.”
“But of course, Princess” Viserys spoke softly as he greeted the Northern girl, making sure his full attention was on her and her alone as he swept her off into the dance that was going on, gliding with her across the floor and making the dancing look as easy as breathing to the people watching. “Your gown is beautiful, did you embroider it yourself?” He asked, thinking of what to ask her and other ways to converse with Sansa.
It wasn’t that he was nervous per say, but a bit more on edge than he would have liked. Being in a new strange environment added with more strangers than he’d have liked to be around was not doing well for Viserys and he could feel paranoia trying to creep it’s way in as they danced. “My sister was given dragon eggs for her most recent name day. She hopes they will hatch soon, a dragon for herself, Rhaegar and myself, is what she says.” The prince mentioned as his eyes caught a glimpse of one of the dire wolves attempting to enter the party and being shooed away by a Septa. “Your pets are quite beautiful…but not as beautiful as their owners”
Another day. Another day gone by and he wondered what had become of his mother and sister. He only heard rumors, some saying Daenerys was being tossed from benefactor to benefactor, being raised by someone who wasn’t him. He should have been with Daenerys but instead he had gotten caught, imprisoned in what had been his own home, by the people who had murdered his family, though he had been given an education alongside the King’s children he was rarely allowed to eat at the same table and he was glad for it. Any time spent in proximity of Robert was too much.
He was dressed in his finest clothes as the new Hand was to come to the keep today, instructed by Cersei to be on his best behavior. When wasn’t the sullen young man misbehaving he had to ask himself. Viserys knew better than to act out as it would mean his head would be taken but how he wanted to strangle the Prince Joffery’s neck. He scowled as he heard the doors open and his glare he shot at the door dissolved as he saw a maiden with red hair enter. She had to be Lord Eddard’s child. A vision of beauty she was, and he felt a twinge of pain for what she would be unknowingly be married off to.
“Lady Sansa…welcome to King’s Landing” He greeted her, crossing the room to meet her, giving a small bow. “I’m Viserys Targayren”
“Aye, that he is. He may not be much of a looker but he’s from a well respected and great house.” Bronn eyed the girl carefully before he continued. “Won’t have to worry about raising babes anytime soon either. Seems the Gods are giving you some good in all this bad” He tried to be sympathetic towards her situation best he could before taking a small sip from his goblet. “You and Margaery Tyrell seem to be gettin along pretty well.”
Sansa purses her lips together about Bronn’s statement. “Perhaps I don’t want any babies to raise.” Her blue eyes flick up from her embroidery work for a moment. “Queen Margaery and I have found friendship in one another, we’re both from far off places and though Winterfell and High Garden are very different we share the same homesickness.”
Bronn quirked an eyebrow at the statement. “Don’t catch any Lord hearing you say that.” He cautioned. Honestly, Bronn could care less what she did or did not do but he knew how things worked, he knew how Nobles were. “Remember, most highborns such as yourself are seen as ways to get heirs, bargaining chips in wars and treaties. You don’t always get your way.”
He knew what he was implying wasn’t the most proper thing to be saying to a Lady like Sansa, but he figured she’d better find out this way then the worst and hard way. “That’s good to hear. Friends are good to have. Though, I’m sad to say I’ve quite forgotten what it feels like to be homesick. Can’t miss what you don’t have.“ He shrugged as he swirled his goblet absentmindedly.
“Exactly.” Sansa mutters. “I could be married to Walder Frey. Lord Tyrion is at least kind to me.”
“Aye, that he is. He may not be much of a looker but he’s from a well respected and great house.” Bronn eyed the girl carefully before he continued. “Won’t have to worry about raising babes anytime soon either. Seems the Gods are giving you some good in all this bad” He tried to be sympathetic towards her situation best he could before taking a small sip from his goblet. “You and Margaery Tyrell seem to be gettin along pretty well.”
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