“Relena…” Viserys started his voice going soft until he got frustrated by her words. The words he wanted to say got stuck, unable to com fourth and he found himself staring at her for a moment until he tossed what words he wanted to say out the window. “What would you have me do? Or say? Shall I never speak a word to you so you can be content on a grand marriage? One that’s deprived of lies and promises? They are and can be different if they come from a person who means what they say!”
“I do not know what I wish for you to say, but I do know that there are far more pleasant things than to hear someone say that all promises are always broken, especially when you and that someone are trying to work towards the promise of marriage! What would you think these words mean had I said them to you? I now have to doubt everything I have heard! I mean, take this courtship as an example, it started on the promise of an armistice, now how am I supposed to understand your words? That any moment your army could march towards the capitol?”
Viserys was shaking. His eyes blazed. He’d always been brought up with lies based on promises. Promises that were broken. But he knew when promises should try to be upheld and made right. Not turn into a lie. What would he have thought had she said his own words to him? Viserys knew he would have been put aback by them and wondering what was the idea behind this marriage and if it were worth it.
“Because I love you!”
He shouted the four words he never thought he’d utter, his voice cracked as he tried to hold back his emotions that were now brought to the surface. “I wouldn’t march my army towards the capitol because until you say so, it is our army. I want to make promises to you, for you, for us but how can I when you fear I shall become like your father and break his vows and promises to your mother?!” He went on, his whole being quivered now.
“I also know that I cannot depend on a single promise you give me, which, in my limited experience, is not the best thing to start a marriage upon.” Relena raised an eyebrow, as she listened to Visery’s words. “And here I thought I had a talent for painting grim pictures.”
“Relena…” Viserys started his voice going soft until he got frustrated by her words. The words he wanted to say got stuck, unable to com fourth and he found himself staring at her for a moment until he tossed what words he wanted to say out the window. “What would you have me do? Or say? Shall I never speak a word to you so you can be content on a grand marriage? One that’s deprived of lies and promises? They are and can be different if they come from a person who means what they say!”
“I doubt either of those options will lead to a happy and content marriage, isn’t there are middle ground? But then again, after your previous statement it will become quite hard to believe a single word you say.”
“At least with one you will never be worried about what i’m doing or who I am.” He pointed out. “Promises can only lead to so much, it’s your actions that prove the words correct or not. Wouldn’t you agree? For instance; You promise people things and you give it to them and thus are loved, if you do not, they will hate you and will rise against you.”
“Well, last time I was called away during a conversation, it because of grain and when I returned to members of court, half the ladies thought I was about to start a war with the Reach and the other half was muttering and affair with Margaery Tyrell, I mean, her brother I would have understood, but her?”, Relena joked as she reached for the arm he had offered her. When she heard Viserys talk about her father, the young queen could not help but lagh, quickly covering her lips with her hand.
“Oh no, my father would certainly not be proud of what I just did.”, she disagreed. Robert was a fierce and ill-tempered man, after all he was a true Baratheon and their words were, ours is the fury, and her father lived by these words. “He would have probably beaten the man half to death until he told him everything he knew, and then he would have ridden out to the Storm Lands with an army.”
His face fell at the idea of her and Margaery. “Wow. Well then…” He shook his head, laughing at the very idea of her having an affair with the Highgarden woman. He than made a face at her comment on her father and what exactly he would have done had Robert been in his daughters position. “That’s horrible…” Viserys tried to imagine what his own father would have done and he huffed. “It’s slightly better then what mine would have done.”
Viserys noticed quite a few woman already gossiping and a few Lords engaged with talk as well, glancing at the Queen and Targayren as they walked together. “Shall I take my leave?” He asked as they kept walking, almost wanting to slip his arm away from hers. The silver-haired man caught his sister’s attention, and could see the relief on his sister’s face, but caught a hint of worry which he’d have to smooth over in due time, but she turned to talk to Margaery Tyrell.
“Whatever my queen wishes of me to do.” Viserys told Relena as he saw the ladies she’d been talking to earlier, only getting snippets of random whispers and rumors were flying all over the place. From Viserys plotting to hurt his sister to Joffrey…Then there were more scandalous rumors about the two of them being together among other rumors and he was left with the most bewildered expression on his face. “Seven Hells” He muttered under his breath. Still unable to believe how many stories and versions of these stories were going around.
For moment the queen kept staring down at the man, listening to him confessing his crimes, before her eyes turned towards one of her knights. “Take off his chains.”, she commanded. “And bring him parchment and a feather.”, she added. “If you serve me well, your head will not meed the blade.”, Relena promised him, her voice solemn. “And the first thing you will do for me is to write to Lord Wylde, tell him that you have not gotten the chance to follow his orders yet, though you are certain that an opportunity will arise soon, furthermore you will warn him of Joffrey unpopularity at court and that it seems doubtful that he can claim the throne without nobles at court that support him, after you are done writing you will be escorted to the Black Cells, where you are to remain until Lord Wylde was brought to justice.” Once she was done instructing the man, Relena turned her attention to the Lord Hand. “You will oversee this and read every word he wrote before having the letter send away and in a few days time, you will send an invitation to Lord Wylde and other lords to join us here, I am confident that he will use this opportunity to pave the way for Joffrey at court, that way we will not have to ride out with an army to get him.”
The raven haired queen cleared her throat and straightened out the fabric of her dress, as she turned back towards Viserys, with an almost delighted smile upon her soft pink lips.
“Shall we return to the others, now that this is taken care of?”, she asked, her voice soft and polite now, as if she just had the most pleasent of conversations. “I am positive the ladies’ imaginations have run wilde, and we will be able to overhear the most amusing of theories now.”
Once the man was taken care off, Eddard had taken the man and done as Relena asked, the man was grateful and promised to do as he was asked. Viserys couldn’t help but give a grin at hearing her words, she was well taught in how to deal with these kinds of things, it was clear.
Viserys stood as she turned and placed the sword back where it belonged and gave a smile back to her, raising his eyebrows slightly, before giving a chuckle. “Yes. I would enjoy that very much” He replied as he smoothed out his hair that was surely a mess from the recent events. “I do wonder what they think happened?” Viserys offered her his arm as they begun to walk out of the room, just a habit from his time courting her. He didn’t expect her to take it but if she did, she did. “You handled that very well, Relena. Your father would have been proud.” He commented in a low tone as they exited the room and ventured into the corridor that would lead them out to where the other court members were at.
“We are talking about a man who was stupid enough to speak of an attempt on my life at my court, while I was surrounded by courtiers and the guard, I don’t think we need a dragon to outwit this.”, Relena pointed out, she didn’t sound worried, rather insulted that this man actually believed it would be so easy to harm her.
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Good, because this needs to be handled with our minds, not our swords.”, the young queen said, as she watched Viserys calm down. When she heard him talk about his worry, his fear for her life, Relena didn’t know what to say. This was not the right moment for feeling, a situation like this needed to be handled proper and an anger tantrum or foolish behaviour would only make it all worse, therefore she took a deep breath and, for the moment, ignored his sentiment. First and foremost she was a queen and in moments like these, a queen had to function, not feel.
“I thank you Viserys, but there is no need for such formalities. This isn’t an official procedure, this is more of a… conversation.”, the queen said, making a few steps to approach the man. “A conversation between a man, who has committed treason, for which the punishment is death, and, to his luck, a woman that is very fond of the mother’s mercy.” This man had acted more than just incompetent, he had acted like a fool, which lead Relena to believe that he was just a puppet, while the master hid in the shadows. She could just kill the man, according to law, but that would only lead to more snakes slithering towards her, no she need the one who send the snakes in the first place. “But, as we all know, the mother is only willing to bestow her mercy upon those that atone for their sins.”, she added, staring down on the man. “So be honest with me, this was not your idea, was it? Someone sent you, perhaps they promised your gold, or a better life for you and your family, but if I was you, I would ask myself this, on who should I depend, the queen, who can give me all that was promised as well and my life or the man that send me to a certain death, probably already expecting that he will never have to pay?”
No need for…she was going to have a conversation with this man?! Viserys watched as Relena walked towards the man and was amazed at how she was handling this situation. He was starting to come to the conclusion that he wasn’t the only one involved in this attempt at an overthrow and he watched as the man tried to back up from the woman and Viserys leaned forward, waiting to see how this was going to unfold.
“No, it wasn’t.” the man replied shakily. “He said he’d pay me…my wife-she…” His head hung down low as the reality of her words sunk in. “His name is Killian. Lord Killian Wylde” He confessed. “He and others believe that you shouldn’t sit on the throne. That your brother Joffrey should rule instead. Least of all we have the Begger King and his sister on the throne.” He shot Viserys a glare and his eyes softened when he looked back at Relena. ‘Please…Queen Relena….have mercy on me” The man begged. “I was only in on this for the gold”
Viserys leaned back as the man spoke and his words echoed. He truly was unwanted here wasn’t he? Viserys the would and should have been King was not welcomed by many of his ‘subjects’. Viserys glanced at Relena wondering what she would do.
“I can give you all of the information you need, please just let me live.” The man begged once more his eyes flickering to the guards all around him, wondering if he was going to die at any point in time.
“A man posing as a noble to get close to you and anyone who would want to pay off to harm you.” He began to tell her as they made their way to the ‘safe room’ “That man thought I would help him.” There was clear disgust in his voice. “Help him in ruining peace.” Viserys was paranoid now, and everyone was now an enemy to him and could hurt Relena. He still held a protective grip on her, soon a few of her queensguard followed behind along with his own guard. “i wish it were as simple as manners.” Viserys had delt with slave masters, surely this would be easier then that. Just squash who was behind these plans and it would end.
“Lord Stark is going to your mother and Varys to see what their spies have heard.” He informed Relena, opening the door to the room and stationed his own guards outside and Relena’s inside by the door and led her to a nearby chair until his own mind led him back to the other guests. “Daenerys” He spoke under his breath, almost a whisper and he was caught between going out there to look for her and staying with Relena.
“She’s fine…She’s the Mother of Dragons. She’s with the Starks…With Lord Stark and the others.” He spoke to himsel, reassuring him that she would be fine, focusing his attention back on Relena. “Rel, do you need anything. Water, wine?” Viserys asked, already pouring himself a glass of wine and began drinking it, trying to calm his nerves. “Those who are planning this coupe will be dealt with accordingly.” He told Relena until his thoughts drifted back to Daenerys. “Something seemed off about the way he talked. Like he was trying to draw me closer as well like-” The threat of death loomed over him and Viserys froze. “Kill me and hurt you or worse…Get rid of any possible contenders to the throne and the queen and have what I can only assume they believe to be the true heir. Joffrey.” He couldn’t tell if it was his paranoia that was getting to him but he looked around the room, relieved that one of the Queensguard found a sword and handed it to him and Viserys made sure to sit near Relena once more as he grabbed the sword.
The news didn’t come as a shock to Relena, she had already expected the worst, what was shocking was the way everyone was acting especially Viserys. She didn’t want to make a scene while they were still in the hall, but as soon as she was ushered into a room, she took some distance to him. “I am not some child, who you or Lord Stark can make decisions for. I while I appreciate the worry, I will handle this on my own.” After all she was the queen and her father would have never let anyone else handle a situation like this, she was a woman, but that did not mean that she would stand by and allow men to decide for her.
“And just for the record, wine sounds like a horiibe idea in a momet like that.”, she warned him.
For a moment she watched the Targaryen ramble, not even half listening to what he said, before turning towards her guards. “Send Ser Barristan Selmy to protect the Queen of Meereen, right now, I will not have her harmed while she presides under my roof, if something happens to her, he will personally answer for that.”, the queen ordered, before turning to the other guard. “Send for the Lord Hand, he is to meet me here right now, furthermore I want the man in chains, on his knees in front of me.”, she commanded. As the man was about to leave the chamber, Relena’s gaze fell upon the silver haired man once more. “And call the Feaster, just in case we need him.”, she added.
Upon hearing him mentioned Joffrey, the young queen narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You need to calm down. You were a king in Yunkai, were you not? Our lives are always at stake, but we cannot act in such a way, not matter how close to death we come. We are royalty, we are calm and serene.”, the raven hair girl reminded him, the words slowly leaving her lips.
“No matter how hard it is, we must be above these matters.”
Relena’s heart was heavily beating within her chest, but she could not show fear, she was to face the man that tried to kill her and she wouldn’t let him, or anyone else win. She was a daughter of Storm’s End, the Queen of Westeros and she didn’t cower in fear.
Relena had remained so calm when here he was, not remaining calm. He heard her commands, breathing a sigh of relief at the mention of Daenerys. Her words towards him caused him to glare at her. “Yes I was. But..” It was here that he realized that he generally had his dragon and more then a kingsguard around him. “I was. But I also had my dragon closer to me.” He told her swiftly feeling calmed by her words and again noticing her similarities to Daenerys.
“You’re right. I’m a King.” He echoed, setting the goblet down and relaxed his grip on the sword. “I just don’t want anything to happen to Dany…” Viserys sat straighter in the chair and he tried to keep his thoughts at bay. “Or you.” He whispered the last part, his eyes almost unable to look at her, surprising himself at just all what he was feeling right now besides fear and paranoia.
It took a while but once everything was set in place, the man was bound in chains and brought to the Queen and Viserys stared at the man, waiting for him to make a wrong move, his sword hand on the hilt of the sword and he managed to pull himself together like he would back in Yunkai and as he would by Relena’s side. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of standing, but rather what he was doing, kneeling. Lord Eddard had brought the man to Relena. “You kneel before her Grace, Relena of House Baratheon and Lannsiter.
First of her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, charged with treason and attempted murder” Viserys stated trying to remind himself he was a King and he felt like he was back there, back in charge. Kingly once more.
Viserys waved away a member of the court, having finished his small talk with other court members he could hear the intentions and his voice. He held out a bag of coin to him and he dismissed the man who kept trying to push the bag onto him. “Listen you snake. I don’t want your gold. I’m content here and what I have. I won’t jeopardize anything for your sorry coin” He was seething with anger now, and he stormed off to talk with someone who wouldn’t make him want to murder someone in sight of all these people.
The man however was not going to stop his interaction with Viserys and he smacked the man’s coin purse out of his hands and reeled back, anger flashing in his face. “You will do well to shut your treason mouth if you want to keep your head.” The man started to laugh, thinking Viserys to be joking.
“I will-” He thought better of his burning threat given his father’s reputation post mortum. “My dragon could use a new chew toy. You seem to be the right size.” As soon as he spoke his threat, Lord Stark placed a hand on his shoulder and made a face. Both men exchanged words and glanced at Relena. He nodded, and went towards the Relena while Eddard took the man aside, a guard taking him discreetly away.
Viserys approached Relena, acting calmly as he strode fourth. “Queen Relena, I believe there is a matter to attend to with the small council. If you would.” Viserys whispered in her ear, a hand on her back, as he ushered her towards where Eddard had told him to take her. “This way. Please.”
For a moment Relena tried to overhead the noise, not wanting to interrupt the conversation she was partaking in, or rather trying to partake in, but at some point she couldn’t help herself and turned her attention towards the men. The Baratheon Queen was about to excuse herself and approach them, to find out what was going on, when Lord Stark had already reached them. Her emerald eyes were slightly narrowed, as she watched them.
At first Relena had just thought that it was just another lord or perhaps a knight that felt the need to insult her gust, but she was quite certain that if this would have been the truth Lord Stark would have been more than able to handle the situation on his own, without calling upon her. Therefore, the queen’s eyes darkened, when the Targaryen informed her that there was a matter she had to take care of. “Of course.”, Relena replied, forcing a smile upon her lips as she turned towards the ladies that were watching them. “If you excuse me, matters of state never seem to sleep.”, was as said, before turning back towards Viserys, her smile immediately fading. “What just happened?”, the young stag questioned quietly.
“I would like to think that this was just about yet another man that forgot his manners, but I somehow have the feeling that that is not the truth.”
“A man posing as a noble to get close to you and anyone who would want to pay off to harm you.” He began to tell her as they made their way to the ‘safe room’ “That man thought I would help him.” There was clear disgust in his voice. “Help him in ruining peace.” Viserys was paranoid now, and everyone was now an enemy to him and could hurt Relena. He still held a protective grip on her, soon a few of her queensguard followed behind along with his own guard. “i wish it were as simple as manners.” Viserys had delt with slave masters, surely this would be easier then that. Just squash who was behind these plans and it would end.
“Lord Stark is going to your mother and Varys to see what their spies have heard.” He informed Relena, opening the door to the room and stationed his own guards outside and Relena’s inside by the door and led her to a nearby chair until his own mind led him back to the other guests. “Daenerys” He spoke under his breath, almost a whisper and he was caught between going out there to look for her and staying with Relena.
“She’s fine…She’s the Mother of Dragons. She’s with the Starks…With Lord Stark and the others.” He spoke to himsel, reassuring him that she would be fine, focusing his attention back on Relena. “Rel, do you need anything. Water, wine?” Viserys asked, already pouring himself a glass of wine and began drinking it, trying to calm his nerves. “Those who are planning this coupe will be dealt with accordingly.” He told Relena until his thoughts drifted back to Daenerys. “Something seemed off about the way he talked. Like he was trying to draw me closer as well like-” The threat of death loomed over him and Viserys froze. “Kill me and hurt you or worse…Get rid of any possible contenders to the throne and the queen and have what I can only assume they believe to be the true heir. Joffrey.” He couldn’t tell if it was his paranoia that was getting to him but he looked around the room, relieved that one of the Queensguard found a sword and handed it to him and Viserys made sure to sit near Relena once more as he grabbed the sword.
At the sound of her voice going higher then he was ever used to hearing, he couldn’t help but grin. “It may have been manipulative of me…” Viserys closed the distance between them, still lingering just away enough so she didn’t feel cornered. “But, she was a ruse. To gauge your reaction.” It was cruel means to go about courting but it gave him some sense of stability, that he knew what he was doing and didn’t feel like he was child learning how to do something and failing repeatedly. “Should I not make you any promises than? Is that what you desire?” He asked, leaning towards her. More down then into, but he halted his movements as he realized what he was feeling towards her was starting to kindle into affection.
“I don’t care to see any man try to court you, even attempting.” He told her, his voice growing lower, his eyes focused on hers before he reminded himself he wasn’t in charge. He was courting her, the Queen. So, he leaned back, and as his thought drifted to his sister and how happy she had seen interacting with Jon Snow, he rubbed the back of his head. “Lord Eddard informed me of some more…basic courting techniques..I know you hate flowers, and you probably have enough books to satisfy you. But…I had this made.” He went to his bedside drawer and pulled out a ring that was in the shape of a stag, it’s antlers branching out. The Stag and ring base was black with golden antlers. He held it out in his hand, nerves piled up in his stomach as he waited for her to take it.
“You should probably go ahead first, back to your guests. I don’t want anyone to start any rumors if we should appear at the same time.”
Relena could not help but laugh, upon hearing Viserys’s explanation, it just a quick laugh, and her hand soon covered her mouth, but a few giggles managed to escape her lips. “I will give you that, you are a really good liar and most men would have probably not come up with an idea like that but then again you had more time to think than most.”, she said, hardly believing a single word he said. “Please, do as both a favour and don’t treat me like a fool, I know that I am just a means to an end to you, as I am to any other man, at least give me the courtesy of acknowledging that I am smart enough to realize that.” Ever since she had become queen, Relena had to realize that she wasn’t just a girl any more, when people looked at her they saw the crown, when people touched her, they touched the throne and when people craved her they craved power. She had long accepted the fact that no one wanted her, all they wanted was her claim.
The young queen had tensed up, when she saw him approaching her, therefore there was a slight relive in the way she carried herself, when Viserys leaned back. The discomfort she felt had nothing to do with him, at least not directly, she wasn’t used to male attention and the moment men became willing to pay her any attention she had to start always expecting the worst. Relena’s eyes followed the Targaryen with raised eyebrows and a stretched neck, for she was curious to see what he was doing, once she saw it, there was a smile upon her lips for the briefest of moments. “I thank you, I truly do, for it is beautiful, but I fear a ring could… would give the wrong signal to the court. I hope you understand.”, the young stag explained, to excused herself, turning towards the door. She glanced back once more, before vanishing to rejoin the court.
Viserys gave a slight laugh as she laughed, realizing she didn’t believe him but let it play out. “You’re right. I’m a fool not to believe you would see behind the lie” He commented.
He himself smiled when he saw her smile. It was the briefest of smiles but he couldn’t help but think she would take the ring. She would wouldn’t she? The smile and her words…His face fell as she went on to speak, and the nerves that had started to subside turned into a churning of disappointment. Viserys clamped his hand over the ring, feeling foolish now, for not realizing earlier what a ring of all things could have meant. If only Lord Eddard had-No. Viserys told himself. He couldn’t blame Lord Eddard. It was himself who had decided on a ring.
He looked back at the ring, unsure of what to do with it. Part of him wanted to throw it and another part of him wanted to just give it to her no matter what anyone would think, but he put the ring on his nightstand and gave a deep sigh shaking his head at his own actions. Once Relena had left, he waited, exiting his room once he had given Relena ample time to get back to the court. As he passed a hallway he paused, gathering himself before he was seen by the public again. Making sure to make small talk with the Lords and small council, answering and asking questions and talking about the current state and affairs of Westeros.
“A lot would have changed had that been the case.” He replied. “Not sure I’d want to flirt with her if such things were the case. But, we shall never know.” Viserys looked back at Relana, seeing her face as the aftermath of the vomit became hard to look away from. “Personal guest or not…” he started to say as a servant came to help him. Okay, maybe being a personal guest was nice. Viserys was ushered off as the scene was cleaned up.
Viserys found himself in his guest room, the servant helped him and once he was rid of his ruined clothing he slipped on new bottoms, unsure of what kind of tunic to where since his Targayren colored one was done for. He decided on a black tunic with gold colorings, it wasn’t one he’d want to wear in such an event as this one, but it would have to do as the tunics he had here was given as a gift. Just as he was about to put it on, he heard a knock, assuming it was the servant asking for him, he spoke without looking as he got the Tunic from the wardrobe. “Come in” He slowly turned around, slipping the undershirt on, then putting the tunic on, his eyes met who had come in the room and Viserys’s face flushed, going from pink to red very quickly.
“Why didn’t you tell me…Relena!” Viserys exclaimed, making sure he was properly dressed. “You needen’t come check up on me.” The silver haired Targayen couldn’t believe she had left the guests and the party to…No. He was just seeing things…Wishful thinking, prehaps? “Relena.” Viserys began, walking towards her, stopping just a few feet away from her. “Were you…jealous, earlier? I know we are courting, and it’s been going on almost two months, but, it’s not as if we are already set to be married. I hope you understand that if we do wed, I won’t be like your father or my brother. I’d be faithful to you.”
For a moment Relena remained with her guests, before excusing herself. Viserys had stepped in front of her so that she didn’t have to humiliate herself, paying him a short visit was the least she could do. Since she had waited for him to tell her that she could enter, she had actually expected him to be fully dressed, but she quickly felt the need to lower her gaze and her cheeks turned soft pink. “I just wanted to make certain that you have everything you need.”, she explained, her eyes still refusing to look directly at him.
“Jealous?”, the raven haired girl repeated with a high-pitched voice as her head suddenly shot up. “Of… of course I wasn’t jealous, like you said, we are just courting, not more.”, she pointed out clearly a bit flustered.
“I should probably return to my guests.”, she mumbled. The young queen turned around to leave, her hand had already reached for the door, when she suddenly turned back. “But if we are to marry, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t make the same promises that every man makes, the same promises that every man breaks.” After all, even the honourable Ned Stark couldn’t keep himself to just one woman, if he had failed so miserably, how high were the odds for any other man? “We are courting for only two months and you already could not yet keep your eyes off of other women, you didn’t even have the decency to deny it, how do you imagine that will work when we are married?”
At the sound of her voice going higher then he was ever used to hearing, he couldn’t help but grin. “It may have been manipulative of me…” Viserys closed the distance between them, still lingering just away enough so she didn’t feel cornered. “But, she was a ruse. To gauge your reaction.” It was cruel means to go about courting but it gave him some sense of stability, that he knew what he was doing and didn’t feel like he was child learning how to do something and failing repeatedly. “Should I not make you any promises than? Is that what you desire?” He asked, leaning towards her. More down then into, but he halted his movements as he realized what he was feeling towards her was starting to kindle into affection.
“I don’t care to see any man try to court you, even attempting.” He told her, his voice growing lower, his eyes focused on hers before he reminded himself he wasn’t in charge. He was courting her, the Queen. So, he leaned back, and as his thought drifted to his sister and how happy she had seen interacting with Jon Snow, he rubbed the back of his head. “Lord Eddard informed me of some more…basic courting techniques..I know you hate flowers, and you probably have enough books to satisfy you. But…I had this made.” He went to his bedside drawer and pulled out a ring that was in the shape of a stag, it’s antlers branching out. The Stag and ring base was black with golden antlers. He held it out in his hand, nerves piled up in his stomach as he waited for her to take it.
“You should probably go ahead first, back to your guests. I don’t want anyone to start any rumors if we should appear at the same time.”
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