Relena’s dark eyebrows pulled together, when she saw the boy’s face. She was being nice to him, and he didn’t even smile or say thank you, no wonder her family didn’t like Viserys. “They say it is a girl.”, the young princess declared, as they were walking down the hall, towards the royal nursery. “Mother called her Myrcella.”
“A girl….You and Prince Joffery will have a sister.” He commented as his thoughts pulled him back to his own sister. She’d be around Relena’s age if she had survived. He hated that he had to go on about her was rumors, ones he couldn’t prove to be true or false. “That’s a pretty name. Myrcella.” He glanced over at Relena and tried his best to be curious to the young princess. “Are you happy to have a sister?”
Relena didn’t want to go to his chambers. As long as she could remember the silver haired boy had always been somewhere in the Red Keep, he was their ‘ward’ as her Septa called him, but the young princess was quite certain that her father didn’t like him and her mother didn’t seem to fond either. But her Septa insisted that a ward was part of the family, even if they didn’t share the same blood, therefore Relena was obliged to be civil. “Septa Cecily and I are going to see the new baby, I am supposed to… I mean, I wanted to ask if you wish to join us?”, the dark haired girl asked, once she had entered the boys room.
Violet eyes stared at the younger girl as she spoke. Viserys looked at the Princess and made a face. Another baby how wonderful. Another royal child to be looked down upon. “Alright” The ward knew he had little choice and less even if the Princess was asking him to go with her. “As you wish, Princess. I’ll join you. Do you know if the babe is a girl or boy?” He tried to be civil as he walked with her and the Septa Cecily.
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”
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