Viserys had stayed behind in the garden for a few moments longer after Shoshanna had retired for the evening back to her chambers. He walked around for a few more minutes seemingly lost within the depths of his own mind but he knew what had to come next. A conversation of Kings. Bartoern and himself, Shoshanna's father. Viserys actually dreaded the conversation that was going to happen this night, simply because he saw it pointless when he cared about one thing and one thing only. Returning home to Westeros with his future queen at his side. After several more moments standing there in utter silence he sighed inwardly as he stiffened his shoulders, lifted his head as though he was in defiance of something of the unseen variety, and with that he turned to make his way toward the King's throne room.
Once he arrived to the over-sized double doors he placed his hands upon them and entering without so much as being announced. King Bartoern lifted his head as he heard the doors opening, a slight narrow of his brows told Viserys that already the King was annoyed with his presence. Of course though, Viserys could care less. He was after all the last dragon and he could do as he saw fit no matter whether it was in front of royals or peasants. Moments after he entered the throne room Bartoern rose to his feet slowly, making his way to the center of the room to greet Viserys properly, whether he wanted to admit it or not...Viserys was a guest here and should be treated as such, even though he deserved far less kind treatment.
"I assume you have spoken to my daughter already, or perhaps there is another reason you barge into this room without being asked here?" The irritation clearly showed through his voice as dark eyes looked to the self-proclaimed 'Last Dragon'. True or not Bartoern had no proof to acknowledge or discredit Viserys claim of such things.
A slow smirk curved the last dragon's pale lips as he nodded his head a mere single time, lifting one slender white hued brow having noticed the annoyance in Bartoern's voice. An inward pleasure was felt at this particular knowledge no matter how small the sense of pleasure had been, still it was there never the less. Clasping his hands behind his back he turned his eyes from the King before for a moment, looking at nothing in particular merely letting his eyes glance around the throne room of Bartoern. Only after catching a sight of Shoshanna's father's shifting did he turn his eyes back to him, now giving him his full attention.
"As a matter of fact yes. Your assumption is accurate, I have spoken to Shoshanna and have come to learn a few disturbing things. No matter however. I will deal with them once she accompanies me to Westeros. Oh, did I forget to mention that so quickly? Do forgive me. "The smirk that had curved his lips showed Bartoern exactly what type of man Viserys truly was. Sarcastic, defiant, self-righteous. Certainly the list could go on but it would take quite some time to count the many flaws he saw in the dragon. When Viserys cleared his throat Bartoern drifted back to reality, leaving his thoughts for later...when he was alone.
"I have extended your daughter an invitation to Westeros, Bartoern. And she has accepted. We will be leaving as soon as time permits its. Do not mistake my coming here to speak with you as an act of gaining your permission. The Last Dragon needs permission from no one to do as he sees fit. This is merely a courtesy of sorts. I will however say this much, she will be protected while in my charge. So no harm will come to her if that look in your eyes is one of concern. My future queen deserves to be shown to her people before our marriage. So that they will know her beauty and come to respect her. Agreed?" Falling silent finally he tilted his head slightly to the left as he awaited her father's words.
The silence between the two kings had become so thick in those few moments that it could have been severed with a dull edged sword.
However Bartoern knew that Viserys would not leave until he was satisfied with what he had to say, so for the time being he would reluctantly oblige the exchange of words.
"Viserys do not be so foolish to think that when I show concern for my daughter's safety that it makes me a frail man and an even weaker king. Suffice to say but I do not like your tone and your lack of respect even a slight show of respect for one who is giving you his daughter's hand in marriage is insulting at the very least." With those words he would turn his back to Viserys as he made the few steps back towards his throne, only when he retook his previous seat did his allow his attention to turn back to the pale haired king.
"When my daughter enters the borders of Westeros, her safety should be your first and only concern, not yourself. As the rumor of your vanity is rightly as well as widely known, that should be put aside for Shoshanna. My only daughter has accepted your invitation, and then her word shall be her bond and will accompany you to Westeros. Remember my words however and heade them well. If harm befalls her, I will stop at nothing to clip your wings...dragon." Of course at the last few spoken words of Bartoern and the blatant attempt an insult it must have struck a nerve with Viserys as his brows narrowed, nostrils flared and the grip on the hilt of his sword tightened.
Of course he most likely wanted to cut out the king's tongue and feed it to him but a guest would not be so bold, at least not until he had what was promised to him. After all things were his, it would be another matter to decide if Bartoern would keep his head attached to his shoulders or not. The two kings stared at each other for a long, silent moment. That is until Viserys regained the control over himself that threatened to be let loose because of his short tempered nature.
"If you are so over-whelmed with her safety Bartoern, then allow for a handful or your trusted loyalist to take us to the borders of my realm. That is if as I said your fear of her safety is over-whelming." This was merely a suggestion, and if the king agreed, he would send the guards' heads back in a satchel to Bartoern for the insult of 'clipping' his wings. After all not once has he ever let words of offense be cast aside, even words so simple and meaningless.
"As I stated early, when time permits we shall be leaving. Shoshanna should be in her chambers at the moment making ready for the journey. Without her knowledge I suggest you send with her hand-maiden. Aside from myself perhaps it would do her well to have yet another that she knows, one that she knows better than myself. The gesture would ease her while we make our journey...home" Emphasis on the word 'home'. Because soon it would be utterly true. Once they sat upon the throne that is.
Having heard the many words of the long winded pale haired Viserys, Bartoern studied those words for what seemed like hours until he finally decided it was best not to argue with him. He feared it would be an argument that would be less than victorious. With an inward breath he sighed before finally nodding his head with his agreement of Viserys request.
"Very well Dragon, I will give you five of my most loyal guards, a handful of the king's guards. This way I know that my daughter will be fully safe guarded should something happened to you along the well. And also I will see to it that her hand-maidened join you. That is something that we both will agree upon. Shoshanna can be timid at times, and this journey to Westeros shall most likely be one of them. So it will bode well for everyone involved if she has a close friend at her side to confide in. Though the same efforts to protect her will be expecting, treat her no less than you would your queen to be. Are we in agreement?"
Without so much as even a yay or nay, Viserys merely nodded his head, smirked and turned on heel to leave the presence of Bartoern. Having him agree to everything was a small victory in Viserys mind. It only proved to him once again that he always gets what he wants in the end of things, even something as small and insignificant as five of the king's guards and a lowly hand-maiden. After he made his exit from the throne room, closing the doors behind him he began the walk to his chambers. A lengthy walk but he showed little sign of care. Along the way he could hear the idle chatter of the home, so many people feeling as though their life of servitude was something of great importance. While he found it pathetic and the shake of his head only gave a visible sign of his thoughts.
