"I Will Make You King" (closed)
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"Don't you think you may have overreacted just a little, Sister?" Viserion asked as moved over to the nearby bench and took hold of a flask of cool water. "All she did was tell the truth and father is always saying that a good ruler should always be honest with his subjects."
Tilting his head back he poured a generous helping of water into his mouth, letting a little spill down onto his chin. As he closed his mouth and savoured the freshness on his tongue, a godsend after his exercise on this hot day, he glanced surreptitiously over towards his sister to see whether the droplets running over his bare chest were drawing her attention in any way.
"What's the worst that could happen?" He continued, reaching for his doublet and pulling it on over his head. "The people will hear how their young, inexperienced lordling performed like a young and inexperienced man with a woman. If anything it may endear me to them, help them see me as just one of them."
As he reached for his jerkin Viserion paused, "Well, not just like them, of course. After all, I have wealth and power, while they have... What is it they have?"
Leaning against the wall nearby Quince, a sage and good friend to Viserion stirred, finally looking up from the book he'd been reading the whole time. "Lice." He answered simply, with a slightly vicious grin.
Slapping his jerkin against his friend's chest, causing Quince to flinch as the pages of his book were scattered, losing him his place, Viserion laughed loudly. "Good one, my friend. Good one."
Pulling the jerking on down his arms Viserion finally turned to his sister, arms outspread as he awaited her approval.
Tilting his head back he poured a generous helping of water into his mouth, letting a little spill down onto his chin. As he closed his mouth and savoured the freshness on his tongue, a godsend after his exercise on this hot day, he glanced surreptitiously over towards his sister to see whether the droplets running over his bare chest were drawing her attention in any way.
"What's the worst that could happen?" He continued, reaching for his doublet and pulling it on over his head. "The people will hear how their young, inexperienced lordling performed like a young and inexperienced man with a woman. If anything it may endear me to them, help them see me as just one of them."
As he reached for his jerkin Viserion paused, "Well, not just like them, of course. After all, I have wealth and power, while they have... What is it they have?"
Leaning against the wall nearby Quince, a sage and good friend to Viserion stirred, finally looking up from the book he'd been reading the whole time. "Lice." He answered simply, with a slightly vicious grin.
Slapping his jerkin against his friend's chest, causing Quince to flinch as the pages of his book were scattered, losing him his place, Viserion laughed loudly. "Good one, my friend. Good one."
Pulling the jerking on down his arms Viserion finally turned to his sister, arms outspread as he awaited her approval.
