Chapter 5- Wedding
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Across Westeros, noble lords and ladies from every corner of the realm are journeying to attend the grand wedding between Alaric Dark, heir to House Dark, and Margaery Tyrell. This event has drawn immense attention, as it marks the first time in generations that a member of House Dark marries someone outside their own family or close kin.
Many attendees are eager to witness the rare and mysterious magic associated with House Dark, hoping to catch a glimpse of its wonders. Additionally, whispers abound that Alaric Dark is betrothed to both Sansa Stark and Myrcella Baratheon, their unions planned for when the young ladies come of age.
While it is uncommon for any lord to agree to such arrangements, House Dark's immense power and influence over the realm leave little room for dissent. Many lords owe significant debts—both material and political—to the Darks, ensuring their silence.
The anticipation for these future weddings is already palpable, with many lords harboring ambitions of currying favor with Alaric. Some even dream of securing a match between their daughters and the powerful heir, further solidifying their ties to the enigmatic and dominant House Dark.
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I look at the venue, lords and ladies trying to make conversations with my mother, father, and other House of Dark members, but to no avail, as our house members don't like to speak much.
Seeing this, others just sighed and started to make conversations with other lords and ladies.
The Sept was loud with murmured prayers and the shuffling of richly dressed lords and ladies, but I barely paid attention. Highgarden's famed grandeur—the banners, the polished stone, the golden light filtering through stained-glass windows—meant nothing to me. This was just a step in a game I didn't care to play.
Margaery Tyrell stood with a soft, practiced smile that seemed almost genuine. She looked pleased—happy even, as if this union meant more to her than a simple political arrangement.
The Septon droned on about the blessings of the Seven, invoking the Father's justice, the Mother's mercy, and whatever else these people liked to pretend mattered. I stood there, outwardly composed, but internally I was counting the steps to the end of this farce.
When it came time to cloak her, I moved forward without hesitation. My sigil, stark and dark against the rich Tyrell colors, draped over her shoulders, marking her as mine. Her expression didn't change as I fastened it, but her eyes met mine, sharp and searching. I gave her nothing in return—a blank stare that spoke louder than words.
The vows passed in a blur, my voice steady as I repeated the same hollow promises generations of lords had made before me. When it was done, the Septon raised his hands in blessing, declaring us husband and wife.
The applause that followed was polite but restrained, a sound as hollow as the union itself. I glanced at Margaery, whose practiced smile never wavered. She was good at this game, I'd give her that. But for me, this was no grand union or shift in power.
It was simple. She was mine now.
After this the Grand Feast began with lords giving me gifts.
I was sitting in a high chair, and beside me, Margaery was sitting and thanking the lords for their gift and having a conversation with the ladies that came with their husbands or fathers.
Some of them wanted to give their son, of course not the heir, to me to become my knight; some of them tried to give their daughter to me for whatever I want: wife, concubine, or a simple bed maid.
I didn't know they would try to give me their son and daughter, so I don't know what to give as an answer.
"I don't have an exact answer for those who wish to give their son and daughter to me. For those who wish it, please wait until tomorrow for my response."
"Of course, if I decide to take any one of your sons and daughters, most of your debts will be considered paid." I said
Hearing me, some of the lords who tried to give me their son and daughter are happy. Those who didn't think of giving either their daughter or son hearing me began to consider which of their children they should sell.
I could look into their heads and see their thoughts about this matter, but I didn't care enough to look into their heads.
At this moment a maid came and whispered in my ear that the King is coming with his wife and children.
"Now, my lords and ladies. Let's go to the arena for the tournament. I heard the King is coming with his family, so we should welcome them with a great tournament." I said with an excited voice as I wanted to see some blood.
... (after the tournament)
After the tournament came the time for the bedding ceremony. Many Lords were excited to touch one of the prettiest ladies of Westeros.
Of course some of them asked if there would be a bedding ceremony while hinting if they could touch the bride.
I look around and see that all the Lords and only a few ladies are still in the hall where the bedding ceremony will be held.
I also see Olenna Tyrell, my mother, father, and maids. Though I don't see the King and his family as they left after the tournament.
"I want all ladies and maids to leave the hall and rest for a few hours, as from what I can see, you are very tired." I said.
Everyone understood that I wanted to talk with Lord alone. They nodded and left.
Margaery, who was sitting next to me, got up and left. All the lords couldn't help but swallow as they saw one of the most beautiful women in Westeros walk between them while swinging her hips and daring anyone to do anything.
"Now my Lord's, from what I can see, every one of you wants to see, touch, grope, and finger my bride."
"I would normally cut off all of you, but as my bride's grandmother is scheming against me to steal some of our magic, which is utterly idiotic as only the ones who have Dark Blood can use our magic, I want to punish her a little and make her dependent on me by making her see that every man except me just sees her as nothing but a flesh to be fucked." I said. Most of the lords started to sweat when I said I would cut them off, but hearing my next sentence, they sighed in relief.
"So you can do anything as long as you don't take out your dick and try to fuck her." Most Southerner Lords cheered to this while Lord Stark frowned hearing me.
"Oh Lord Stark. I see that you are very upset, but don't worry; I won't make Sansa go through this, as I know she is very submissive, unlike Margaery." I said.
Lord Stark's frown eased. "Thank you for clearing this, Heir Dark," he said.
My sentence also gave everyone a message: you can't do what you will do to Margaery to Sansa; if you do, there will be consequences.
"Now if you want to attend the bedding ceremony and have the privilege of seeing, touching, groping, and even fingering my wife's cunt, tomorrow you must offer at least one of your daughters as payment, and if you don't have a daughter, you can give your wife if she is someone replaceable, like how Lord Frey does," I said.
Most of Lord's look at Frey with disgust.
"And if it is not someone replaceable, I will take your firstborn daughter as my maid when she turns 16," I said.
There weren't any more discussions. Some lords smiled as they could touch one of the most beautiful women in Westeros, even if they have to give me their daughter. But even if they give their daughter, they thought they could just sire one more.
Some Lords tried to find out which one of their daughters they could give me, while some, like Lord Stark and Lord Mormont, who were obedient to their wives and saw their wives as superior, and almost all Lords from the North, expressed their desires to not attend the bedding ceremony, as most Lords from the North loved their daughters (as parents), while Lords from the see their daughters as nothing more than bargaining chips.
After summoning ladies back to the hall, I waited a few hours as the time was about 5, and I wanted it to be around 7 or 8 before I started to fuck my bride.
End of chapter
[Ps. I didnt want to write the tournament and recieving the King and his family as I am very lazy but you can imagine that king came, everyone greeted him, our mc spoke with Myrcella a little and that's it.
After some of the contestors of the tournament dying and most of the ladies fainting the tournament ended, won by some unknown man who came from a village.
Mc took that man as his knight as he saw potential in him that's it.
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(This VOTE is open until chapter 7 is published.)
---1: I should just forget this whole Lord's giving their daughter as a maid and mention it; they just gave it, and MC fucks them once in a while.
---2: I should write MC fucking them if there are any noble ladies who got screen time in the series.