Part of him wanted to just stop dancing, he swore he could feel the hatred for him as they danced. He knew he had messed up so he figured he would dance with her in silence and as they danced he heard a few men speaking on how they wanted to dance with her and why the filthy Targayren was taking up her time. His hand on her hip gripped slightly tighter and his eyes narrowed as he could see the countless number of men that wanted her just because she was a queen. But…Isn’t that why he too was doing this? Because she was Queen and the way to get his status of King back. No matter if it was a King consort.
He felt his stiff shoulders relaxed as he took in her scent, feeling her hand in his. It was an odd feeling and he wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling but it calmed it and he slowly began to distance himself from her as they danced, twirling her and then twirling him back, his breathing hitched when he saw her dress twirl, the hair around her face gently falling back into place, her stern gaze on him.
Viserys slowly let her hand go as the music died down, almost unaware that he had practically stopped dancing a few beats before the music died, staring at Relena. “I believe others would want to dance with you…” Viserys stated, clearing his throat. Shaking himself from his thoughts and watched a few men stumbling foreword, scared to ask her to dance. “I should check on Daenerys.” He explained, about to leave in his sister’s general direction until he saw her having a pleasant talk with Jon Snow. “Or not” he mumbled under his breath, his back turned to Relena and froze as he saw Cersei’s eyes staring him down, suddenly feeling like death was upon him.
Relena’s mood only darkened during the dance, not because of anything Viserys did, but rather because it seemed like the high lords of Westeros weren’t aware of the fact that females indeed possessed ears. She didn’t get much attention, especially not from men before she became queen, back then she was rarely seen outside her chambers and while she wasn’t unattractive, compared to the renowned beauty of her mother, and the beauty her sister would clearly grow up to be someday, she wasn’t the most desirable option, especially since the thing she was most renown for was the fact that she was quite the sickly child, barely making it to adulthood, but all these worries seemed to be washed away once the crown was put upon her head, st that moment she became the most eligible woman in all of the Seven Kingdoms.
For marring her would make any man king and Relena was aware of the fact that most of them expected her to hand over power to her husband the moment they were married, oh how foolish men could be.
“Well.”, the queen said, straightening out the fabric of her dress. “It will be quite hard to dance if no man is brave enough to ask me.”, she said, glancing at the lords that were staring at her and who just a moment ago seemed braver than any Lannister lion, of whom none dared to make a single step into her direction and if Relena was honest, she didn’t mind.
“You have to forgive her.”, the young stag said, after a moment of silence, at first she had not noticed her mother’s glares, but when the Tagaryen froze in his movement she followed his eyes to find the lioness. “She is my mother, no person will ever be good enough for any of her children.”, Relena said, turning her head back towards the silver haired men. “Also your family spurned her so…” , she added, stepping next to Viserys again.
Viserys tried not to look back at the Lannister woman, feeling like if he did or didn’t he would be pounced upon for challenging or for becoming prey. He felt better when he realized Relena was near him, if he dared to look he might see her right next to him and his hand brushed against hers. “Right.” Viserys spoke, finally managing to get his gaze back to Relena, looking at her and gave a small sigh, relieved as Cersei soon left, gone off to go stare someone else down hopefully. “Not my fault my father chose a Dornish woman then her for his eldest son’s wife” He grumbled, starting to wish another Targayren male was around to share some of this blame he was getting for his family and their deeds he could have never have done anything to change.
“I find it sad that a Beggar King can dance with the Queen, while Noble men of Great Houses find themselves incapacitated in doing the same” Viserys tried to shake himself out of what fear Cersei had gotten him in and glanced at a few of the Lords that had dared to get close to her. Challenging them to move and ask Relena for a dance. One a bit drunk then most would prefer to be. Viserys watched him with a careful eye and he staggered towards Relena trying to ask for a dance. Viserys started to snort at the comment, managing to stop it half way through as he could see the man about to retch in front of and possibly on the Queen, so Viserys stepped forward in front of Relena, not only protecting her from what harm the drunk could do but from the vomit to stain her dress. “I spoke too soon it seems” The silver haired male was horrified as the stench reached his nose and he himself fought back a gag at the sight.
She seemed to care. It was odd, for him to hear her speak in a such a way. He swore she hated him, friendly and cordial when she had to be, to make the courtship work. He stared at her, dumbfounded by what to do or say next as his eyes settled on her. Hearing the court musicians start up once more he took her by the hand, leading her to where others had been dancing, bowing and kissed her hand. “I wish to stay here. If you can forgive my wondering eyes, may I have this dance?” He asked her, sincerity in his voice as he spoke. “I did not mean to offend you, My Queen. My eyes may have wondered but my thoughts never strayed.” He told her.
Relena was about to angrily turn around and leave him standing there when she felt him take her hand and she was certain, had they not been surrounded by the courtiers, she would have just pulled her hand back and done what she had originally intended, but alas they were in public and the Queen of Westeros could not act like any other insulted lady would. Therefore, she bit her teeth tightly together, curtsied and silently began to dance. But if he believed that such flowery phrases could simply wash away the young stag’s anger, he truly had no idea what kind of woman was standing in front of him.
Part of him wanted to just stop dancing, he swore he could feel the hatred for him as they danced. He knew he had messed up so he figured he would dance with her in silence and as they danced he heard a few men speaking on how they wanted to dance with her and why the filthy Targayren was taking up her time. His hand on her hip gripped slightly tighter and his eyes narrowed as he could see the countless number of men that wanted her just because she was a queen. But…Isn’t that why he too was doing this? Because she was Queen and the way to get his status of King back. No matter if it was a King consort.
He felt his stiff shoulders relaxed as he took in her scent, feeling her hand in his. It was an odd feeling and he wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling but it calmed it and he slowly began to distance himself from her as they danced, twirling her and then twirling him back, his breathing hitched when he saw her dress twirl, the hair around her face gently falling back into place, her stern gaze on him.
Viserys slowly let her hand go as the music died down, almost unaware that he had practically stopped dancing a few beats before the music died, staring at Relena. “I believe others would want to dance with you…” Viserys stated, clearing his throat. Shaking himself from his thoughts and watched a few men stumbling foreword, scared to ask her to dance. “I should check on Daenerys.” He explained, about to leave in his sister’s general direction until he saw her having a pleasant talk with Jon Snow. “Or not” he mumbled under his breath, his back turned to Relena and froze as he saw Cersei’s eyes staring him down, suddenly feeling like death was upon him.
“Everything that happens at my court is my business!”, Relena insisted. She had spent years seeing her mother live in misery, idly having to sit by, watching her husband flirt and sleep with as many women as it pleased him and Relena would most certainly not share in her mother’s misery. If this courtship was to work, something that became more and more doubtful, she would not allow Viserys to do as Robert did. If it was treason for the wife of a king to have other men, then it certainly also had to work the other way around when a queen was ruling. “But if you wish to not make your… amorous activities my
business, feel free to return to Yunka.”
She seemed to care. It was odd, for him to hear her speak in a such a way. He swore she hated him, friendly and cordial when she had to be, to make the courtship work. He stared at her, dumbfounded by what to do or say next as his eyes settled on her. Hearing the court musicians start up once more he took her by the hand, leading her to where others had been dancing, bowing and kissed her hand. “I wish to stay here. If you can forgive my wondering eyes, may I have this dance?” He asked her, sincerity in his voice as he spoke. “I did not mean to offend you, My Queen. My eyes may have wondered but my thoughts never strayed.” He told her.
“The gods probably do care. The result if this working out or not
will have an effect on their people.” Viserys commented. “See this is
where we differ. You are the Queen. You can do mostly as you
please…The Hand is there to act as ruler when you are not there. As he
did with your father.” Viserys reminded her. “Granted for your safety
in general it would be good to let people know where you are going…”
He added quickly before he headed off towards the pavilion, knowing
exactly where she was talking about and had to remind himself to be
mindful of how fast he was walking and that while he had memory of this
place and some things may be better then hers.
“I suppose you
are right. But I feel like there wouldn’t be as much weight and
pressure. In an arranged marriage, it’s not a guarantee, granted, but
it’s more set in stone than a standard courting.” He paused as he leaned
back against one of the stone pillars and looked at her, a small smile
on his face. “It would indeed. I was told I would be king one day…I
got selfish and grew closer to madness in mind due to the stress and my
exiled status. But then I survived an experience that should have killed
me…Death doesn’t change many men but for some it does.” Viserys
shrugged, not implying Joffrey should have a similar experience to what
he had but a wake up call seemed in order.
“I heard talk of a
tourney being held for your Name Day, I’d like to attend it by your
side, if you’d allow it. I haven’t seen one in too long and I know it
may be different than Daenery’s pits in Mereen, but hopefully she too
finds joy in it as I know I’ve done in the past.” Viserys stated, his
eyes down cast to the ground for a moment as he wondered if he was still
doing a shit job at courting a woman. “I’ve oddly been enjoying your
company, Queen Relena. You remind me much of my sister and you both are
not just any women. You don’t roll over and look pretty.”
His eyes flickered back to her and he cleared his throat. “Not to say
you are not pretty. You are quite beautiful. But there is more to you
than just looks and status. You have a love of reading, that’s been
quite clear.” He was starting to fumble his words, unsure of where to go
next with his words as he tried to imagine A. what she’d like to here,
B. What he truly thought of her as he’d gotten to know her and C. What
the Hand and advisors would want him to say. It was an odd mixture and
he gave a heavy sigh.
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.
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.
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.
Goldnwulf 