"The dream...it was clearer than a memory. And I heard the sound of thundering hooves, splintering shields and ringing swords. And I placed my heir upon the Iron Throne, and all the dragons roared as one."
~ King Viserys Targaryen
"If...
King Viserys woke up this morning to go on horse riding into the Kingswood. It's being long since he had the freedom of youth, reminiscing those early years of his life as a bachelor, him and Daemon always went on horse riding, visited the brothels in the Streets of Silk, drank and spent lavished gold, how good it will be to relinquish the iron throne for a day and enjoy few moments of solitude, no duties and just liberty.
Upon stepping out in the royal courtyard, the King's horses and guards and chaperone were at the ready, however he requested the presence of the Tyrells.
Lord Mace Tyrell, styled as the fat flower of highgarden, along his oldest son Garlen Tyrell and his younger son Ser Loras Tyrell were waiting to offer greetings to the King. The sad news of Geralt and Margaery's called off betrothal caused a stir in the Seven Kingdoms, and House Tyrell is not pleased with this jibe.
The king descended the last stair in the courtyard, once more to greet them, a great honor yet a scandal for a girl to be betrothed thrice and jilted. Dreadful.
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"Your Grace." Lord Mace began as he and Loras bows in obeisance as Viserys approaches them, with the Hand, the Grand Maester and the Commander of the King's Guard, Ser Harrold.
"Lord Tyrell. It's finally an honor to meet you in person......" Viserys shook his hand, the bald man smiled ear to ear, as both of his hands clasped around the King's in greeting.
"The roses supports the dragons as the might of Highgarden supports the realm," proclaimed Viserys. "My sincere apologies on Geralt's behalf, House Tyrell has been a great ally to the crown. If there is any boon. you would ask of me, ask and it shall be yours." he offered modestly.
The bald lord's heart swelled at the request.
"And now it comes" thought Otto, taking a deep breath.
Immediately the younger Tyrell was the first to speak. "Your Grace," said Ser Loras as he knelt before the King. "I beg the honor of serving in your Kings guard, to defend you against your enemies."
Ser Harrold was amazed by his boldness. Viserys turns to look at the Hand, Otto only nods.
"A judicious offer. But you do know if you join my Kings Guard, you will take an oat of truth and purity, you shall have no wife, no lands, nor sire any children of your own Ser Loras. The Kings Guard comes with responsibilities to the crown." Viserys states the ordeals, staring down at Ser Loras curly brown ringlet hair.
"I am aware Your Grace." Ser Loras replies.
Viserys smiles and drew the Knight of Flowers to his feet and kissed him on his cheek. "Done, My son." he declares.
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