@goldtoafool / starter call.
Eyes scanned the room from his seat at the table that spanned across the top of the room. The prince knew that he was here, the guests always overreacted to his little show. "Who allowed that fucking rat to come back and be the entertainment?" Viserys seethed, throwing down his napkin onto the table. Chair scraped back loudly as he stood, dismissing those who came to his side to see what he needed with a glare and a wave of his hand. His gaze stayed on the fool as he stalked towards him, crowds of people parting for their prince and bowing as he passed. Viserys paid them no mind, approaching Cerion Hill from behind; he cleared his throat as he waited for the most annoying little shit he'd ever met to notice his presence.
"Bow for your prince, Cerion, or have you forgotten yourself?" The Targaryen hissed, a dangerous flash in his eyes. "Tell me, how do you manage to keep getting employment at our family's events? Your little show is not that impressive." His father must like the performer for some reason, Viserys couldn't see why.