She looked at him, letting his words sink in. Lifting her gaze from where it rested on the ground, she looked him in the eyes. His eyes, lilac in color, were truly beautiful, she asked, " And what of you, your grace? Are you a King who lives up to the expections of your people?"
Her question shocked the young king as she could see it flash in his eyes. "I am." He replied after a brief pause, " I would not be king without my people. It is my birthright, but one cannot rule if their land is against them."
She noted the truth in his words. She didn't know if she wanted to turn and run, or stay and continue this conversation. There was something about him that pulled her to stay, the way he spoke about his land and the fact he knew this marriage was not what she wanted and how she wanted to be in love. It struck her as odd. A man of his reputation and statue wouldn't care what she wanted, wouldn't care for love. The way he moved was one of a man without fear, without consequence, one who simply spoke. There was more in his eyes.
She offered a smile as the young king seemed to enjoy her smiles as she walked along the rose bushes, the words of the servants drifted into her mind as they quietly walked. "I have heard stories, your grace." She said after a few moments of silence.
A smirked played at the corners of his lips, "Stories?"
"Yes."
"Stories of what, my dear?" He was closely beside her, a look of humour and interest showing in his eyes.
"Stories of you and your time in the Free Cities, Pentos."
"And who have you heard these stories from?"
"Servants." She stated simply.
"Do you always believe slaves?" He asked, angrily.
Shoshanna hid a smile. Her words irritated him. "Your grace, I have not told any of the stories, therefore you cannot attest to their truths, but your tone would suggest that was not a particular time you'd like to talk about."
"I must say, dear princess, you have quite the fierce tongue." Viserys smirked.
"I have been told that." Shoshanna laughed. "Your grace, I must bid you goodbye for now. There is to be a feast tonight in your honor, and I must retire to my chambers."
Viserys took her hand in his and placed a soft, warm kiss onto her hand. Smiling, he looked at her a moment before saying, "Until we meet again."
Bowing slightly, she nodded in her father's direction, and left the two Kings alone in the gardens.
