Viserys paced back and forth in his tent, the look of anger upon his face. The nerve of the Princess, the disobedience! He had to think of a punishment, such disobedience would not be permitted or tolerated. "Those guards laughed at me. No one laughs at me." He mumbled to himself.

His aid stood nearby, awaiting instructions. "Your Grace, are you sure you wish to do this?" He asked.

Viserys stopped pacing, "Do you doubt me?" He snapped.

"No, Your Grace. I do not doubt you, but Strokwen has a few of the best swordsmen. That is why King Bartoen chose them to accompany the Princess." The aid explained.

"You forget. I have my own guard and the savages. They are but five men." Viserys replied.

" And what of the Princess, Your Grace?"

"She is not to be harmed. " Viserys smiled, " Bring me Strokwen's guards heads."

His aid opened his mouth and then quickly closed it.

"I am King. I am to be her husband. She is in my posession now. I do not need or want Strokwen guards. Carry out my order, or it will be your head I have." Viserys snapped as he proceeded to pace once more.